King Of Runes Novels & Stories

I said and she smiled faintly. "That's why I want you to take the crest, he is the alpha King, and he indirectly rules on the other packs, I see no problem if he rules directly on my people," she said, and I had no words to say anymore.

Someone spoke. “Exactly! Is he really your mate? Goddess I’m so jealous. I guess we have one more person off the bachelor’s list.” I managed a fake smile as my eyes found him, sitted among a few other Alpha’s. As if noticing my gaze, he looked in my direction and I quickly averted my eyes, pretending to talk to the others as I tried to steady my heart rate. This was strange for me. “By the way, I heard the King is on his way.”

So much for easing her slowly to help them. "You need to help us remove those runes," Willow said pointing to his back. The woman stood and circled Lothaire in deep thought. After poking and probing each rune, she sat once again on the chair. "Do you know any of those runes?" "Yes... yes. This one is for memory loss. And these," she pointed to an intricate pattern of two runes, "they are mainly to block his powers" "Fuck!!" To be a king he must have powers. Powers that are beyond the Elite vampire ones. That is no match to anyone in the vampire kingdom. Why didn't she think of that before? That's the reason behind his confidence. Willow looked at his stubborn chin. No doubt he is so arrogant

Lincoln who was so exhausted and needed a body to hold, suddenly stood up and started ambling towards her - towards Kaylan. Kaylan felt a skip in her heart beat and her legs wobble, but she tried as much as possible not to flinch. "Have you heard from your brother?" He asked as he got to where she was and placed his hands on her shoulders. Kaylan stiffened a little. "Y... Yes, My King. Um...he wrote a letter to me just yesterday" she answered, taking a deep gulp afterwards. Her brother was the crowned prince of her Kingdom and had taken ill recently.

They are tasked with the first order of knighthood, which is protection and defense against enemies. As I continue my procession toward Aleksander, all eyes are on me—the man no one knew about who could overthrow everything if he wanted to. Because of my rune. The law of Odin's Rune exist to show that things can change. Something can come along to challenge the life you know, the riches you hold, and the world you think you've built. It's like having a reset button. The tension coming from those wondering what my intentions are is so thick it could choke me. I cut Richard a glance as I walk by. The scent of his thirst for vengeance is like acid in the air and I wonder what stolen opportunity

She spoke in riddles and ancient tongues, revealing fragments of a forgotten history. The Seer revealed that the runes were not just markings but a map, a pathway to a forgotten realm, a dimension where ancient beings slumbered. These beings, she warned, were neither good nor evil, but beings of immense power, capable of reshaping the world. The stones were not merely a gateway but a key, capable of unlocking immense power, either for creation or destruction. The choice, she said, rested with them. The runes weren’t inherently malevolent; they were tools, powerful tools that could be used for good or ill, depending on the intentions of those who wielded them.

The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate . Chapter 78: fight of feelings . By morning’s time, the official declaration has been spread: that King Mattel and his newly found mate, Regina are to be aligned in a marriage with Regina becoming the new Luna and Queen of the Western kingdom. All such official news and ceremony had originally been postponed in Regina’s runaway , until the she could arrive; said arrival, in turn, had been delayed because Mattel had wasted time to find her and then finally she was brought back.

“The runes are our pack’s lifeblood, woven with the first Alpha’s blood to bind the land’s pure spirits. They protect us from corrupted spirits twisted by greed or ambition. Nightshade’s rituals have awakened such a force, targeting women of power.” Kiyiya nodded, her voice steady. “Each rune tells a story. Some guard, some heal, others… bind. We’ve strengthened them over generations, but they’re straining against Nightshade’s magic. You felt them, Aurora, because your spirit resonates with their power.” Marcus leaned forward, his roguish grin surfacing. “So, these runes are like magical poetry? Althea, you and Kiyiya must be poets, then.” His playful tone drew a soft laugh from Althea, her

“Your kind is familiar with runes, right?” “Of course,” Nathan answers for both of us. Personally, I slept through that class in school. “The spell on the queen uses runes from Tyr’s aett; you’re familiar with Tyr?” Jonah pauses to check. “The Norse god of war. He sacrificed his arm to trap Fenrir,” Nathan says. “That,” I agree quietly. “Well, Tyr’s aett is all over her.” Jonah points his finger at Nathan. “And you are bound with etheric chains.” Nathan shakes his head. “I’m unfamiliar with the term.”

He knew his brother was plotting something. "Let's do that blood ritual for the First King." "What?" That was from Len and Tirana, almost in sync. Lars' smile did not fade, however. He flipped open the pages about the First King again and pointed at the picture. "These runes are very similar to the ones that I saw when Alt'ma came to my dream. Come on guys, this could be it! And this offering thing might be the only way to meet him." Len quickly raised his hand to stop Lars. "Hold your horses there, chief. Did you not read the last passage? The First King never made an appearance again since long time ago. What guarantees he would come this time?"