King Of Hearts Descendants Mga Nobela at Kwento

Keir led me down the main stairs and toward a door on our right. "Who are they?" I waved a hand back toward the statues at the foot of the stairs. "My parents," he said. "Your grandparents. King Dhoire Thorn of the Unseelie and Queen Iseabal Bloodburn of the Seelie." "Wait." I blinked as I processed it. "Were you the first royal child of mixed heritage?" "Yes, I'm the first Twilight King, and you are our first Princess," he said serenely. "So, Uisdean is your half-brother," I worked it through.

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He gave his youngest progeny the same orders that the former queen had given him before she passed on—to consume his heart and become the Prince of London. ‘That vampire was the current Prince’s great-grandsire. No other vampire from his generation remains, so every single royal vampire in these islands is a direct descendant from him.’ And, I add to myself, if the tradition of using dhampirs to strengthen the line began with him, he was also the current Prince’s great-grandfather.

Callie makes a little o shape with her mouth, but my dad just stares at me. “And I can hear them.” I add, knowing this conversation could be alot worse. My dad continues to stare at me, his brow wrinkled into a frown. “Only I can give the Alpha title unless it is handed down through families.” “That’s why I didn’t say anything to them about that, but Dad, you were wrong about mum. Mum wasn’t the last descendant of The Greats.” “What are you talking about?” “The others, the ones like me. They all carry genes from The Greats. Dad, the only difference between them and me, is that I have Lycan King blood.”

He is too hands-on for an Emperor. “Your Grace,” I curtsied in front of the King of Taphatia. I have read a lot of books about this Kingdom since yesterday and I can tell that I learned already how the system works here. Talaphatia was never conquered by anyone and so, Laurent and his sister are the direct descendants of the first royal family that established this Kingdom, just like the Wycliffe's until my father ruined everything. And now, I have to fight four more concubines to become the Empress of the Empire and prevent Helena from her plan to cut down the line of the Wycliffe from sitting on the throne.

I had fallen for his trick like a fool, and he was the one that truly had control over everything. I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud, but I realized that even back then, he had intended to make me his. "The Queen of Hearts belongs with the King of Hearts," Bradon said. Bradon never picked out the highest card in the deck, regardless of the fact that he knew exactly where it was. He purposefully did not draw the King of Spades, but he chose the card that matched with the one that I had drawn. 'The King of Hearts is already higher than the Queen of Hearts. Plus, don't you think that the king looks better next to his queen?'

Something older than kingdoms. Older than history. A name still echoed within my heart. Vaelith. And somewhere beyond the shattered seal... A second imprisoned dragon opened its eyes.

With my one free hand, I quickly dialed a number on my phone. Before long, someone in a white coat appeared at the end of the hall. "Christopher Morris? He has a history of heart disease, right?" the doctor asked as he led us down the VIP corridor. Selena nodded quickly. "So, is it a relapse of his heart condition?" The doctor shook their head. "No, he got kicked in the chest during a fight." Selena had mentioned her brother before. From her words, I could tell he was a good man.

These people didn’t even smell like common wolves, their power was obvious. “You belong to royalty?” I asked. “Yes.” What in the world?! Am I in trouble?… How did they even find me and what do they want with me? I looked down at my son, asleep peacefully in my arms. Last I remembered, I was a commoner and not in relation to any royal member. “What do you want?” I asked, trying to steady my voice. “Thé Alpha King has summoned his son.” The words hit me like a slap. Alpha King? His Son? Perhaps they were joking. I let out a small bitter laugh but their faces remained deadly serious.