King Of Kings Chapter 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

the king was seated in an expensive seats, steps away from the throne on the steps, which made him closer to us. " shall we begin" he said as he had gone back to is usual cold deamnor. Maria father walk forward immediately with Mr Ronald closely behind him, he took his place behind the king as Mr Ronald brought out a scroll. " this scroll contains your name in accordance to our you were brought here,so please listen attentively" he said and proceed to the first name. they lady came out but I don't seem to know her maybe because she is part of the other ten staying in the other mansion, she gave her decision and went back to her seat, it went on and on like that till it got to Elizabeth, who

KYLIE'S POV The pages of the book whispered a lullaby. It sounded familiar, but I wasn't so sure where I had heard it from. It certainly wasn't from Hannah. "There was once a king. A very powerful king. Waiting beneath the time. Forgotten but never dead." the words were repeated three times, before the pages of the journal fluttered and finally shut close. "oh my gosh." I whispered when I was finally coherent. But my present state of mind didn't last for too long, because I was soon drawn into a vision of Damien standing at the edge of a cliff.

Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King. Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him. "Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard that?

For some reason, he seemed awfully familiar. "As you all know, your Alpha is dead." His voice resounds through the forest. "I am sorry for the loss you have all encountered today, but I'm not here to make it any better." A few people gasped, murmuring among themselves at his words. "My name is Alpha Henry, but most people call me King." He introduce shortly, I frown. He was supposed to be Eloise's mate. He must be devastated. *

I trailed off as footsteps and voices drew nearer, but thankfully, they didn’t enter the alley. “I’m telling you, Drend, something’s wrong in the palace. Why else would the king refuse to hear the public’s representative petitions? Canceling the first court hearing and now refusing to continue after the first guy? It has never happened.” They looked like humans, but I knew they had to be werewolves. But wait, the king is back? The Drend guy replied, “Nothing’s wrong. The king is just as immature and inconsiderate as ever. That’s what happens when a young boy ascends the throne. He’s back from his journey and doesn’t want to resume his duties.”

The King didn't move, didn't smile, didn't even acknowledge Lucien's greeting. He simply stood there at the top of the palace steps with his hands clasped behind his back. Watching. For some reason that was worse. The Queen at least looked openly displeased. The King looked like he was trying to decide what I was. A problem. The silence stretched long enough for me to become painfully aware of every pair of eyes fixed on me. Then the whispers started. "A human?"

Chapter 10: Claws and Crowns As I was about to leave the hall, the doors swung open and the guards marched in, escorting someone. It was the king. “All hail King Zarreth, first of his name,” one of the guards announced. I quickly slipped into the shadows of a corner. He walked with the arrogance of someone who believed the world belonged to him, shoulders high, chin lifted. How could he sleep peacefully after slaughtering innocent people like animals? My gaze burned with disgust.

“Some years from now you will be ruling over this kingdom, I have no doubt that you will make a great king.” The rain pouring filled the silence that followed before he spoke, his voice was firm, and I knew he meant every word. “But what if I would rather not be the next king?” He asked, glancing sideways, his towering figure looking down at me with desperate determination. “I don’t want to be a king. I’d rather go somewhere with you and live happily ever after, that’s what being a blue-blooded means, right? Having the freedom and will to do anything and get away with it.”

The grand halls of the royal kingdom pulsed with electric energy as I stood before King Alex. The anticipation hung in the air, crackling like lightning in a summer storm. This was it, the moment that could change the course of my pack's destiny. As the king offered to join forces, a mischievous glimmer danced in his eyes, hinting at a depth of excitement that mirrored my own. The king's words swirled around me, wrapping me up in a whirlwind of possibilities.m

Then: "You look exactly like him." Thomas swallowed. Hard. Then: "Who are you?" The king smiled. Then: "I was king before Arkan was born." The tunnel shook. Then: "I ruled before the First Ones arrived." Another silence. Then: "I built this kingdom." The words hit like thunder. Then Henry's eyes widened. Immediately. Then: "The founder." The king looked at him. Then nodded. Then: "At least one of you can think." Honestly? Rude. Fair. Very rude. Reasonable honestly.