روايات وقصص ضمن King Of Hearts Descendants

"I don't know whether demons are real or not, but when I read the legend of the formation of Lithonia, I realized that there are many things in this world that I have never met. Devils, just like Gods. They are not the same as us, ordinary humans. But there is one fact that I knew a few years ago about the kings who once ruled Lithonia. The first king was a descendant of Gods, it made him inherit a very large and often hidden mysterious power. The fact that only the descendants of the first king could inherit that power. But until now, I don't know what kind of secret power the royal descendants possessed," "Divine power? does it have something to do with the mysterious storm that hit Lithon

Nizhoni walked up behind Sebastian and knelt down sometime later. Smiling, she hugged him, kissed him on the cheek and said, “Hey, babe, how’s it going?” She was referring to the two-thousand piece puzzle he and Jaxsen were putting together. The puzzle was of a fire breathing dragon flying around a burning castle, a mage standing in the forefront, arms outstretched as if conducting the mayhem from afar. It was a gift from Rose.

“Because if that’s the case, Charlotte, I’m changing right now.” “It’s a costume themed masquerade ball, with every guest assigned a court depending on whose invite list they came from,” she rolled her eyes as if he were being foolish. “Mother is the Queen of Spades, and father is the King of Clubs. I am the Queen of Hearts, and you, the owner of the family jewels,” she wrinkled her nose with her grin. “Are the King of Diamonds.”

A lot of them came out except Scarlette who still didn't want to breathe the same air as her father. It took years before she caved and accepted, mostly because the vampire king was a sweet and kind man. His goofiness pierced Scarlette too deep and she grew even fonder of him than of her father. And to make things even better, her son had the birthmark of the heir. The vampire king doesn't have a worthy successor and Scarlette's son was the embodiment of worthy. He bore the birthmark that automatically sealed him as the next king. It would have been a lot troublesome but the king's daughters didn't give a fuck about the throne. One was obsessed with her musical career. The other was never ar

King Atticus and Queen Karina are long gone, but their descendants have followed in their footsteps. Thanks for reading The Omega's Stand and The Making of a King. If you would like another story in this series let me know. I do plan to step away from werewolf stories for a while. I need some fresh creativity. Love you awesome readers.

Dad paused and looked at Mom, who was also listening to the story with the same curiosity. “Whenever heirs of the Whitelocks and The Wolfs thought that they were better kings than the heir of the Hawks, they could challenge the heir of the Hawks and get the throne. Things went like this till now. You can say that in your generation, there are basically three main potential successors of the throne—Sylvester, Adolphus, and Nathan.” My heart skipped a beat when his words sank in my brain. “This is interesting, Dad, but we are getting off track now. You were telling us how we can have dual pack mind-links.” Winter interrupted with a serious expression on her face. I felt annoyed by her interrup

Everything he did lately felt too controlled, like he was fighting something inside him. “They call themselves The Descendants,” he said at last. “But they’re not bound by blood. They’re bound by memory. And power. The kind that doesn’t fade with generations. The kind buried beneath lands like yours. And mine.” Yvette swallowed. “What do they want with Cara?” “The same thing they wanted with me,” he said. “To break her. And rebuild her in their image.” Yvette’s hand curled around the glass. “Why the land? What’s buried there?”

I managed to ask. “I saw the messages about a year ago,” she interrupted, “And just in case you were hoping I’d let it slide… I destroyed it. Every last sample. No heir. No chance. And the company? Well…” Her voice dropped to a low, “It will slip from your grasp, too.” I staggered back, trying to process her words. My carefully constructed plan, the only hope that I might have an heir, now shattered. “You… what? How…?”

Liam shot back followed by scuffling from the door and then a curse from Keith. “Jake, I’m sorry,” Keith said just as I saw Liam stop by the kitchen door and my heart felt as if it had been ripped out of my chest at the sight of him.

I chuckled. “Yes, there's actually a room like that. But don't worry about it, it's guarded by Dante's men, and you won't make such a mistake.” She smiled at me. I felt bad for lying to her like that, but it wasn't like there was another way to get information out of her, was there? Progres. At least, I now knew The King of Hearts was hidden somewhere at the mansion… *** I strolled along the corridor, wondering how many doors there were in the mansion. I'd been walking since forever.