King Of Pride Novels & Stories

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.

When he asks for those opposed, only those not of this Kingdom call out. Lawler returns to my side, and together we take a knee in front of Talvin. "Wait!" Talvin calls out and steps onto a table for everyone to view him better. "I understand that you are voting for me right now to stop this madness of this man. The vote comes to protect the majority involved. I accept your vote to be King, but it will be done my way." We all look at him, confused. "You see, I am not prepared to be King, so I will happily take King in training. Lawler will stand at my side and teach me how to become the best King possible for our Kingdom. I will bring everyone together and request permission to ascend to you

“Of someone extraordinary who would unite all wolves.” Something tightens in my chest, but I don’t interrupt. “It never said man or woman, Kei,” she adds softly. “It could be anyone.” “No.” The word comes out sharp and immediate. My hands clench at my sides. “I am the king.” But for the first time, the words don’t sound convincing—not even to me. And that… That stings. It bruises something deep, something tied to pride, to identity, to everything I’ve been raised to believe a man—an Alpha—should be.

"Tomorrow, we'll set things right." ¤¤¤¤¤ I got down on one knee in front of Father Hayda. "Your father would have been very proud of you, Adrian," he whispered in my ear and I couldn't help but smile. This was my moment of truth, the moment I'd been waiting for my entire life. It was finally happening! "By the power vested in me as High Priest of Hartland," the elderly man spoke out loud, "I, Father Hayda Seychelles, on behalf of your predecessor, crown you Prince Adrian as the new King of Hartland!"

The king and his knights waited him at the gate of the city. The king is a half lion always angry violent and agressif he is not friendly at all. AHMET: im the king of DRADIA and EDEN AHMET and im here to ask you to join the north alliance. The king : an alliance been created when all power is equal you are just a weak brat young man. AHMET: judging people like that gives an idea about how you think. The king : brat you know nothing you just a weak ,why you act like you are intelligent.

No I am the King of the Italian mafia, . Father only gave it to me because he is dying and has no male heirs—poor bastard with no luck and who has no male heirs. In spite of the fact that he fucked day in and day out, he didn't even have any sons who weren't his. My father hated seeing me take control of his precymafia, make it mine, and seize the reins of power. However, I didn't ask for this existence but what do i do? Accept it

Zayn released his aura for real this time specifically at him and it was something he could never resist. Silas dropped to his knees and growled loudly in pain as Zayn stared him in the eyes. "Silas, who is your king?" He groaned, trying to fight the effect of the aura but he ended up falling face flat to the ground. "Who is your king?!" Zayn yelled this time and he stammered in agony. "It's--It's you, Zayn Hendrixson. You are my king and I will forever worship you as a faithful servant"

He felt ashamed for suggesting an easy way out, but it would taint and harm my life and reputation. “We won’t always have easy decisions in life. Yet I will choose death rather than deny my heart and principles.” “I’m learning a lot from you, Alpha King. Thank you so much.” Red knelt and kissed my feet, a pledge of respect and surrender. I smiled and touched Red’s shoulder. “I’m glad you can learn something from me. Please promise me to protect Helena and Freya with your life.”

The cold, calculating king, the political strategist, the prisoner of his own crown—all of it fell away, burned to ash in the crucible of his raw, unbridled will. Power, ancient and primal, flooded his veins. It was not the controlled, dignified strength of an Alpha ruler, but the untamed, ferocious force of a mountain storm, a wildfire that consumed everything in its path. The world dissolved into a maelstrom of instinct and emotion. The marble floor of the throne room became the cold, hard earth of the wild. The vaulted ceiling became the vast, star-strewn sky of his ancestors. He was no longer Kaelen, King of Varek. He was just a male, and his mate was dying.

Once more, the King repeated his words, this time with a menacing snarl. The vampires guarding the prison dropped to their knees in a show of deference to their sovereign, indicating their willingness to submit and not challenge his authority. Horacio stammered in response to the king's accusations, his confusion palpable. "I don't understand, your majesty," he managed to say, his voice trembling with fear. The king's anger was directed squarely at him, and Horacio felt the weight of it bearing down on him. The weight of the king's power threatened to crush his back, despite his own formidable abilities. To turn that power against the king was an act of rebellion and sin.