King Of Pirates One Piece Novels & Stories

His hair was disheveled, like he had been running his hand in them. “You know one day Fabiano will catch you and that day will be your last day on Earth.” I warned, an unknown fear settling inside me at my own words. He only smiled and shook his head, “He won’t.” “You’re arrogant.” I pointed out. He raised his brows, “I am just telling the truth.” “He is the King.” He smirked, “A King can fall too, ocean eyes.” I tensed, looking into his eyes, searching for something. Something I had no clue about.

he looks at me, pleading with me not to reject him. “Will we still be Omegas now that you have a mate?” I ask. “It’s not a deal breaker. I mean, clearly money isn’t an issue, but our kids.” “If the King approves of you, we will be given titles and possibly a pack. I can’t mark you until he approves. But this,” he moves his hands around. “I built from the ground up over the last 10 years. It’s mine away from the kingdom, packs and whole thing. That’s why there are so many humans working here.”

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

Ni am i moriquende tar," said Ruven with sparkling eyes. “My name is Ruven Omanelis from Leaf City in Flora Island. I am the Elf King,” said Ruven with sparkling eyes. Edmund bent slightly to pay his respects. "Greetings, tar- ruven omanelis -o flora lóna. Tye are welcome símen," said Edmund respectfully. "Greetings, King Ruven Omanelis from Flora Island. You are welcome here," said Edmund respectfully. "Thank you for the friendly welcome," replied King Ruven Omanelis, smiling politely.

"Fuck!! this really is happening" Micage mumbled, running his hands through his hair. Emily placed her hand on his shoulder trying to give him the little support she could. "I don't quite get something" Thomas spoke from his place catching everybody's attention. "So if the present king isn't the Alpha king and Melissa is the Alpha while Micage is the King. Who then is the true Alpha King, we need just one to rule us". All eyes casted downwards before turning to Emily, the elder of wisdom. She frowned before letting out a sigh

He added and started rubbing our hands with his thumbs. "You will make a splendid king, your Majesty." Calvin admitted from the front, his eyes catching Julian's in the rear view mirror. "And you will have two beautiful Queens." Calvin murmured the last part and averted his gaze to the road. A blush crawled up the side of my face. Beautiful was never a word I had ever used to describe myself. Here Julian and Calvin was using it as if it meant nothing. Confidence grew deep within my mind. "But I will not be king. Not a true one. The prophecy made sure of that." Julian told us. Mikaela perked up again at the words. Intrigue flashed over her face for a second before she settled again, head rest

It says The Alpha King in the picture because I'm currently trying to get the book title switched to that! For anyone confused about why there are two different names. Happy New Year!!

It still seems so strange to see this man like that, the one who terrifies my father so much that he has given up one of his daughters. “You don’t have to keep calling me that,” he says. “We’re mates. We’re equals.” My heart skips a beat. Never in all my life has my father or anyone in my kingdom considered me an equal, even as a princess. And now this man—the Sea-King Alpha with power over every human kingdom in his realm—tells me I’m his equal. Is it true? “What should I call you?” I ask. “Cassian.” I nod softly. “Okay… Cassian.” A warm feeling passes over me when I say his name. “But what about when other people are around? Won’t that be strange? They might think that—”

His shoulder touched mine. Orochi reformed on our left, wounded and furious. The first king stood on our right. Three kings. One broken courtyard. No crowns. The first ocean roared below. Raiken looked at Orochi. Then at the first king. “You both want the same thing.” Orochi wiped black blood from his mouth. “Careful.” “You want the world to need you.” The first king’s face hardened. Raiken lifted his sword. “It does not.” The first king attacked first.