King Of The Battle Novels & Stories

The King rolled his eyes accompanied by those long curve lines written on his forehead. "I found a secret, a flaw to be specific, on how to uplift the Cursed System that has befallen our kind," I added. Even the king could not deny his intrigued and confused expression the way I expected. "Listen, everyone! I, Gaius Spencer, challenge the King for a one-on-one battle!" Several indistinct whispers from the vampires around me echoed in my ears, most are in disbelief that I could dare challenge the king without even thinking things through.

However, I couldn’t go into the battle with my mind lost in thoughts of her, them, and my mistakes. Luckily, Ghost seemed willing to agree and didn’t pester me over the issues either. At the last minute, King Fredic arrived, claiming he would support us. He is Diandra’s father and the king of their kingdom. Together, it was easy to wipe out the rogue army, too easy, and I regretted that as the battle kept Harlyn and everything else in my mind at bay. As soon as the last one fell, everything came flooding back. Everyone was singing praise as we looked at the disassembled bodies of those who had successfully passed our first line of defence.

Men and women of all walks of life stood shoulder to shoulder, their weapons gleaming in the fading light, their faces set with determination. With each passing moment, the tension in the air grew thicker, the sound of approaching footsteps echoing through the night. And as the first wave of the sorcerer's forces came into view, Kate felt a surge of adrenaline course through her veins, her senses heightened by the thrill of battle. With a cry of defiance, Kate raised her sword high, the blade shimmering in the moonlight. "For the kingdom!" she shouted, her voice ringing out across the battlefield. And with that, the battle began in earnest, the clash of steel against steel filling the air wi

I had no home, no family, and no escape from this living nightmare. ********* Romario's POV I arrived at the King's Manor fashionably late, but as they say, better late than never. Jose King, the formidable ruler of the Mafia world in the south side, and my father's childhood friend, greeted me with a warm smile. His intimidating presence was tempered by his kind eyes, and I was grateful he wasn't an enemy. "Rommy, you're late," Namiro chided, as she embraced me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "Stop calling me Rommy." She playfully scoffed, and I smiled at her teasing.

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.

"We need all the teams on the field right now. Since some of your team members are already on the mission, I decided not to look elsewhere for the remaining kings" "Splendid." "You will travel to vampire kingdom tomorrow" "No. I won't"

For the first time in my life, I saw what a real king looked like as he prepared to rip the earth apart to preserve what was his. The battle was about to begin.

"All accept ksei, Noah Silverton as their King?" Noah knew he could be challenged for the throne any moment. Then he would have to fight and kill, only to land back at the dais, in front of the Elders of Vermiculo Pack. A pack Noah would be made Alpha of a day after. The coronation before the marking demonstrated that he was to be a King before an Alpha. And challenging the strongest werewolf on land would be folly, yet there was a moment of silence for anyone to arise one.

Dante being my number two and good fighter would naturally come with me. "They will only allow two wolves in and the king has taken personal offence." I rolled my eyes "He wants the works. The king has been itching for a battle to prove his power for a while." "Will it come to that?" Dante asked, sitting up properly and looking concerned. The Kingdom had not known battle for a long time, other than a few rouge fights here and there. The rouges refused to be under anyone's rule and were largely disorganised, making for short and easy battles. The official werewolf packs had all fallen into line under the King decades ago. Getting to a battle with a proper pack meant war. Everyone would

Panic cut through the haze of heat. Arthur stumbled backward, his right hand flying instantly to the hilt of the ceremonial sword at his hip. His fingers fumbled against the leather grip. "Stay back," he rasped, his voice raw. He tried to draw the blade, but his wrist was weak, the steel catching in the scabbard with an uncoordinated, metallic screech. "I am your King, Malakor. Step back."