Novel & Cerita King Of The Beasts

The King didn't know how to prepare for the disaster, his beast was also unnaturally quiet making the human side of him terrified. The sky was slowly turning into the shade of deep purple and the rain was turning into the heavy fall of hailstorm when suddenly King saw outside his royal room and met the sharp purple eyes of a pure sparkling white wolf, it was unnatural. The King couldn't believe his eyes, he strode toward the window in a hurry but before he could even blink the magical creature was running toward the high mountain. The King's instinct guided him to follow it and not chase. As soon as King shifted into his beast, the human side lost control and it was his beast leading him tow

Shoulder height to my chest, nearly the size of a horse, silver-black fur rippling like liquid metal. The rest of the pack followed—eleven beasts the size of ponies, eyes glowing ember-orange, circling the king in a ring of fangs. Seras’s flames crowned her head in a living halo. QUEENS 7 lay forgotten; she stood barefoot on cracked asphalt, maple pendant screaming light. Julian stayed between me and the king, but his ruby eyes were wide. “Celeste,” he whispered. “Whatever you’re about to do—don’t hold back.”

He was reading the one I had read before. He flipped open one of the pages and read from it. “The only parts of a beast that are retained from his human state are his eyes and his tongue.” Zion read, and my eyes widened. “A beast that's made from royalty never loses his memory…” “Franklin is a royal beast.” I gasped, feeling myself almost lose consciousness. “And he knows, but he has been lying to me.” “Scarlett.” Zion muttered. “Is that why the king is here?”

Sarah's injuries and bleeding immediately dispelled his doubts. Once the scent of Sarah's blood reached the king's nostrils, Beta Waylen heard the king's beast go berserk. After sending Sarah off to join the other girls in the ballroom, he ran to the garden to find the king leaning against a tree. And he appeared to be having difficulty breathing. "Your Highness," Beta Waylen called after reaching him. "She... Who's she? What is she…?" The king panted as he struggled to understand why his beast was going out of control. His beast has been trying to take control of him since they smelled her blood. But the king didn't let that happen.

The meeting resumed, with the King asking, "You want my protection, you say. But what will I receive in return for my protection?" Alpha Gareth offered, "The best resources our pack has to offer—the rich hunting forests. It's why we need your protection." The King raised an eyebrow. "I am the Lycan King. My kingdom already possesses twice the resources you offer. You'll have to do better than that."

She was the only one who saw me. She pulled a blade of grass from the ground, twirling it between her fingers for a while without saying anything. "Are you scared?" she asked, gently nudging my shoulder. I pursed my lips and nodded. “That’s understandable,” she whispered. “I’d be terrified too.” She offered a small, sad smile. "My grandmother says most of the stories about the Lycan King are exaggerated. She says powerful men make people nervous, and nervous people turn rumors into legends."

I was in the middle of a massive, ancient hall filled with a crowd of strangers. But these weren’t normal werewolves. They were colossal; their towering frames and predatory auras far more massive and menacing than any species I had ever seen in my own pack. “You’re awake,” a voice echoed. The sound was a deep, rumbling baritone that vibrated through the stone floor and settled into my bones. I turned my head toward the sound, my breath catching in my throat. There, elevated on a dark stone throne, sat a king. He was magnificent and terrifying all at once. He dwarfed his own people, his physical presence radiating absolute, lethal power. A striking metallic golden stripe cut across his face,

She stated, and I got my answer immediately. “The beast king.” I replied. “Ah, then it is the Blood moon pack.”

*If only I could get the chance to see his face closer and not through the sanctuary of my room or far across the ballroom. Emily is so lucky, he thought, the words echoing with a quiet ache. His sister would be down there right now, shining under the lights, sitting across from the man everyone feared and desired. Alexander King Costello. The Ice King. The one whose name alone could shift the balance of power in any room. Aiden had only caught glimpses before, enough to know the rumors didn’t do him justice. Those deep blue eyes, the slicked back hair with those rebellious strands, the presence that made the air feel thicker.