King Of Pride の小説・ストーリー

“What’s the point of being the king of a country that was stolen in the first place? When I was in Wild Crawler, no one would say or even demonstrate pride in Wegalla. They were happy and content in their own Pack. And I suppose it will be the same in the Sky Pride Pack. So, what’s the point of holding such a large country when my very leadership of it depends on the support of the Alphas? What is there to be proud of?” Silence lingered between us. “I don’t know, brother,” Kane mused after a moment, and then he stared off into the distance. “I don’t know.”

"If I can be honest, I really feel very proud because I was able to get so much attention from you, even this battle also makes sense for you guys who feel that winning me is very special, right? I feel like a man who is so very lucky to be loved so much by a queen who has been blessed by God like you. So how can I be ordinary and not feel so very proud? In fact, I feel so very extraordinary and I am a very special creature, it could even be said that I am the most special Alpha king among all of you and I am a figure that can never be compared or anyone can ever imagine. even. So according to him I should still be normal with all this? Of course not, because of how umrnya trying to get and

Black hair falling over broad shoulders and a face carved into an expression of cold fury. Kael. My heart stopped. His gaze moved from me, the child now packing her things up. And for the first time since I had returned to Silver Crest, the composure of the Alpha King cracked. Only for a heartbeat though, but I saw it. “Freya.” He called and the little girl turned to him. A big and bright smile appeared on her face.

His statement causes consternation among his sons, wives and audience, everybody wondering who his favourite son is. "Let it be written in the history of our kingdoms that I, Alpha King Roderick, will hold celebrations for an entire month to honour my favourite son when he becomes the king of kings. With those few words let the crown reveal to you who my favourite son is," he declares and the entire hall breaks into applause and laughter. The entire auditorium is as silent as a grave when Prince Elon rises from his seat and begins his graceful walk towards the threshold, beaming with confidence. I have heard that the gigantic Prince loves watching tethered human slaves being whipped for his

And she realized this was freedom. Messy. Painful. Beautiful. Real. The First King Kneels The First King stared at Sophia. Then slowly he lowered himself to one knee. Everyone was shocked. Even Sophia. “Why are you kneeling?” He looked up. “Because I finally understand.” “Understand what?” “Why you defeated me.” He smiled. “You didn’t defeat me because you were stronger.” “You defeated me because you refused to become me.” Sophia offered him her hand. “Then stand.”

“As a kid, I admired King Rainard, praised him. You know what I believe is disrespect? Your Prince. He is a disrespect to the title and the power. He is a disrespect to the greatest King ever. He is a disrespect to our kind.” All through the Guardian' speech, his voice stayed at a calm level. The disgust in his tone sharpened the words. “Time and Time again your prince has shown his incompetence.” He resumed his previous action of caressing his glass. “He does not even know how to sense his kind. That is the instinct developed from our toddler years. Danger, love, differentiate each pod, those are all things groomed from a tender age. Instincts that enhance over the years. Yet, a King is inc

“I’m sorry, madam. I’m just a driver. But maybe you should visit and see some places that play huge significant value to the history of Capria.” “See? You’re not just a driver. Tell me about the King?” “Ahh. America has no monarch, yeah? The first king was King Kamrun—” “Who?” “King Kamrun of Braynburg?” “Oh, and the current King?” “He’s critically ill.” His people must love the King if he didn't rule like in that 15th-century monarchies. “I’m sorry to hear about that.” My chest felt hollow. “The Prince apparent is Prince Isodore, Duke of Burkhese. You should visit Burkhese. It’s a great place, surrounded by the ocean. If you want to visit a little bit colder than Winterbourn, try Guardion.

They don't notice we're here yet. "Get off of me!" Exclaims Aziel. You can't help your face from twisting a little. That looks like a very painful position to be in. And the girl isn't even showing any mercy. Yvon's got his arm pinned rright behind him, turning a deaf ear to his protests. And they say that he's the future king?

“What is this situation? Hahaha, for me the sole reason I became King was you.” Her eyes widened in disbelief and he continued inching his face closer to her until he was so close she could feel his breath on her face. He grabbed hold of her arms, shaking her. “If you leave me, what do you suppose I do?” “Your joke is going too far…” she whimpered. Placing his forehead on hers, he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. “You must believe me, even if no one else does,” letting out a sigh and continued. “I am a man who became King for you were the King’s flower.”

"when you get back, we will organise a competition." "I don't want she-wolves competing over me," I said, the whole idea left me feeling dirty. I hated the idea of being forced to take a random stranger as a mate over my goddess chosen mate. The goddess made mates perfect for us in every way, so why should I settle. The King saw it differently. Since learning his mate couldn't have children he'd grown hard and resentful. Why the King of all people should have an infertile mate was a secret the goddess held onto tightly.