King Of Kings Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

He didn’t look like a man anymore. He looked like the ruler of the underworld. A king made of blood and vengeance. “Chapter 45,” he murmured, voice dropping into lethal promise, “begins with bodies.”

Or with the fact that I’m lying in his bed. With him. With the quiet, undeniable truth sitting heavy in my chest. I can’t believe I slept with him. Not because I didn’t want to— but because I swore I never would. Rule one: don’t mix pleasure with business. Rule two: don’t give anyone leverage over your body. And yet. I turn my head just enough to look at him. Dante Valenti. King of his world. A man who could have anyone he wanted—women who are soft and full and untouched by scars. Women with curves and laughter and easy beauty.

Empty. “Search the entire house,” he roared. Fear rippled through the mansion as men scattered. Bruno stood still, fists clenched, blood roaring in his ears. Was she in danger? Or— Had she tried to run? The thought ignited something primal. “If you’ve tried to escape me,” he muttered dangerously, “I’ll remind you why they call me King of the Underworld.” He stormed into his office and kicked the gift boxes aside, jewelry scattering across the floor like broken promises.

“Oh, don’t be silly. You’re coming with us, kid.” Kael hesitated, glancing at Alaric who gave a small nod of reassurance, then he trailed after them, quiet as a shadow. It was the first time Kael had ever entered the King’s chamber. He expected a grand throne, towering pillars, perhaps guards in silver armor, something intimidating—but what he saw stole his breath. The room was wide and bright, the heavy curtains drawn open to let sunlight pour in. A gentle breeze danced through the open window, stirring the King’s long silver hair where he sat, barefoot, cross-legged on a low cushion with a sketchpad balanced on his lap.

“The first King of Blackthorne.” Kael went completely still. The vision continued. The young king stood before the First King. They looked almost identical. Except the young king wore silver. The First King wore black. “You were brothers?” I whispered. The First King smiled. “Kings.” The vision shifted. The silver-crowned king was holding a newborn child. Kael's face went pale. The baby had silver eyes. “That's…” His voice disappeared. The First King looked at him. “Your bloodline began with him.”

My eyes were so fixed on the first chapter, intrigued by the writing style and excited to read the next page. However, my joy was short-lived when someone snatched the book from behind. I grew furious, about to descend on the person who disrupted my reading but paused at the sight of the dragon king. “Your Majesty,” I stuttered, bowing down instinctively. “Why are you here? Shouldn't you be doing something crafty?” He asked with a disappointed tone. “Something crafty?” I asked, stunned by his words. He narrowed his eyes on me with a frown on his face. “What game are you playing?” He interrogated and I scoffed in disbelief.

She took a deep breath before pushing open the door, her limbs once again shaking. Inside the room was two men, and a woman. She was certain that the man in the middle, a man only a few years older than her, at the head of the table as they all sat around, was the King. He had shaggy black hair, and was lazily lounged out, with his feet in another chair. However, just as she realized that the wonderful scent of a warm fireplace seemed nearly overpowering in here, his eyes snapped up to hers, and she saw the depths of his amber eyes. She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long.

There are many people who want to flatter Cyrus, but Cyrus is the type of person that hasn't waited for you to approach. Besides, he was extremely quiet, even Jason explained that he didn't dare to brag in front of him, so Claude followed him quietly. When the models arrived, they realized that they had to shoot not only commercials but also MVs, with the main theme song being "The King", sung by Bridget Elain. The entertainment world is full of cases of "crossing the field", Bridget Elain seems to have the heart to sing. This online game theme song, in other words, is the debut of his singing career. If only he gave up plenty of time to focus on this campaign.

******************* Princess Kaylan was reading a book in her room when her maid showed up and informed her the King had summoned her. All the blood in her veins dried up immediately. "Do you know why?" She asked nervously, her book still in her hand. "I'm sorry I don't, my Princess. Princess Cara wa actually the one who'd informed me about it on my way to the laundry" the maid answered with a polite bow and Cara stood up immediately. Oh! She's always been so scared of the King and never wanted to do anything that'd make her stay alone in the room with him. The King was a nice man, yes. But the stories she's heard about him were just too aweful. How mighty he was in battle, strong, fierce, h

“One out of three.” Fuck. I let my eyes skim over the first page and go through the basic introduction to the content of the book. My love for anything on paper kicks in soon enough and I let myself get drawn into the pages. The book provides information starting from the beginning of a certain year and goes on detailing the events that took place in that year and the next ten before beginning the next chapter. I read of powerless Kings and magical queens. Political upheavals and the line of Ashryn the Great.