King Of Kings Chapter 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my head, forcing me to lie back down. As I struggled to regain my consciousness and bearings, I heard the sound of footsteps, silent squeaking of boots, echoing through the room. They were deliberate steps, and they seemed to be coming closer and closer. I tried to call out, but my voice was hoarse and barely audible. I cleared my throat and tried again, but the words still wouldn't come. Just as I was starting to get really scared, a figure loomed over me. It was the king, his face twisted with anger and betrayal.

" Sorry for keeping you waiting the king will be with you shortly ,He had an important meeting to attend , But please feel free to place your order and I will have it delivered to you right away " " Oh no thank you am fine " how can I take anything, When I don't even know if the king will ask for my head and besides this is the first time in my life am coming face to face with the king ,I really don't know my fate ,So I decided to say a short prayer in my heart . " Dear Zeus, I know am a crazy child but please don't let me die for what I know nothing about , At least guard me just this once please "

My blood turned to ice as the final symbol appeared. Because the words weren't meant for the kingdom. They weren't meant for Kael. They were meant for me. The Queen has awakened. Bring her to the Gate. End of Chapter 9

⚡ Suddenly— A sharp pain shot through his chest. 💥 He screamed. Falling to the floor. Memories flooded his mind. Thousands of them. Millions of them. 👁️ Lives he had never lived. Places he had never visited. Wars he had never fought. Yet somehow… They all belonged to him. 😱 ⸻ 🌙 The First King A vision appeared. 🌙 A giant throne stood beneath a black sky. Ancient stars burned overhead. ✨ A man sat upon the throne.

Whatever fragment had struck me had struck him as well. Before anyone could process what was happening, another presence crashed into the courtyard like wildfire. The temperature rose so abruptly that several nearby students stepped back with startled cries. Heat rolled across the air in scorching waves, pushing against Lucian’s icy mana with explosive force. I turned just in time to see him descending from the upper terrace as though gravity itself had become optional. Black hair, sharp amber eyes, and a smile far too amused for the chaos unfolding around us. Even without introduction, I knew. Kael. Another Crown King. His presence felt like controlled destruction—beautiful, reckless, and d

The Butcher and the Prince had finished their story, but the King was just beginning his first chapter. I cracked my knuckles and began to write the new rules of the game.

And him. And this. And how much of you is already his? But he does not say it. He just nods once. The doors begin to open. The guards pull them wide, and the sound echoes through the hall. The chamber inside is filled. Robes. Armor. Watches. Eyes. All waiting. All judging. All hungry for weakness. I step forward. Kael walks one step behind me, not in front. I feel the eyes shift. Not at him. At me. At the girl who stands beside a king like she has the right to.

"So beautiful! You're ready, Skye. I will lead you to the great living room.” "Oh, my god. My legs are shaking." They walked down the stone staircase and made their way to the living room. The huge double doors were wide open, and a guard was stationed on either side. "Lady Skye is coming," one of the guards announced. The King came out first. Upon seeing her, he smiled warmly. King Patrick with Queen Aine and Donncha with Roisin followed him. Talisha encouraged Skye to approach the King alone, and Skye followed her advice. She bowed respectfully when she reached the king.

TBC The Kings Raw Obsession has 5 chapters but will soon be updated. Here's a sneak peak, why not add it to your library and get the best! Chapter 1 The sounds of victory could be heard as they rounded off their fights. It had been a long day from training to fighting until victory was theirs. The King of Bakarish stood tall as he watched his men look for their women and the little kids dance for victory was finally theirs to talk about. For years, he'd hidden and watched the people of ICANAR destroy his home and turn his pop into slaves, hitting and flogging till there was nothing left but bones.

They turned, looked at me, and seamlessly dropped to one knee in the snow. A ripple moved through the camp. It was completely silent, entirely instinctual. As I took another step forward, the warriors closest to the path stopped their work. One by one, row by row, the most lethal, bloodthirsty army on the continent dropped to their knees in the mud as I walked past. No one spoke. No one hesitated. They simply knelt, bowing their heads to a disgraced, rejected princess who hadn't even signed their treaty. You're not my King, I had told him.