Novel & Cerita King Of The Narrow Sea

Having himself seated on the middle platform he got hold of the oar which was lying under his feet and dipped it in the water. The sea was not silent, the winds were roaring continuously as they rolled over before the first gust subsided. Under the force, the black veil from his head flew backwards and revealed his countenance. It was as dark as the eclipse. His lips were thick and chapped. His nose was in the shape of a cone while there was a big black mole under his left eye. He looked anything but a normal human as his burnished teeth flashed from behind his lips when he smiled evilly. "King Jonah will reward me with a dozen chests of treasure after getting the news I have with me." His v

Noah recorded each order with precision. I walked to the window overlooking the city. Somewhere in those streets, Dorn was holding children who had no voice. I intended to give them one. “We need to solve all these matters in a week. The Canadian King's profile and Dorn are the targets we need to hit in a week, because both are connected to smuggling and I am sure they are the only two filth who have the treasure in their grip.” The word “treasure” left my lips, heavy and deliberate, carrying a weight no one in the room could perceive. My chest tightened, a coil of anger, protectiveness, and the raw sting of loss.

“No. I wanted an Alpha Uriel present for when I do this…” Tilting my head I looked on in confusion, the shock when he fell on one knee before me, with an opened box, “ Will you, Anna Joan of the Fantino's pack, give me, Rueben Brew, of the Muna pack, the honors of being my chosen mate?”

He extends his arm, unsure for a heartbeat, then I step into it. And I don’t resist. I let him pull me close, let my cheek rest against his shoulder as the sea crashes beneath us. *** Vynov’s port comes alive in the early morning mist—noisy, and utterly indifferent to our arrival. Sailors shout over crates. Nobles in deep velvet disembark with wrinkled noses. Merchants haggle before their boots even touch the cobblestones. Gold moves hands. Oil-stained ropes creak. It’s practised chaos. This is an island kingdom built on trade, and it runs like a hungry beast, feasting on coin and commerce.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

Chapter 23 - Enough Garren The job of a King was to ensure that his people felt self and protected all while keeping order. It was a gruelling task, one I wouldn't wish upon my greatest enemy. The hours were long, and the days were tiresome. I didn't want to be back here sitting on my throne in front of my people so soon. Not when I had planned to have one more day of solitude with Penelope. But all of that was shattered the moment Zeke stepped through the portal and destroyed any shred of hope I had at having one last night lost in the possibility of what life with Penelope could be like.

A slight curtsy was her gesture to the King. “It was good to see you, King Rahman. May I present to you myself, Princess Naya of Oceanid Kingdom of the North, the rejected mate of your son, Prince Takif of Hirudinea Annelida Kingdom.” Everybody’s jaws seemed to fall out of their faces, including me. I gape in awe at the lady before me. Rejected, she said? So, that means I was not the only fool around here. I smirked at the irony of that idea.

Alpha Lineus frighteningly stated. “Well, then, find out who was behind that drug that had framed you up. That’s all that I’m ordering you.” His deep voice was low but sharp. It wasn’t the first time they had seen the king at this distance – but his aura was overwhelming them, and it was too much for them to bear. They couldn’t even raise their heads from bowing down. “And I am only giving you at least a month… if not…” He let out another darkened ominous grin – making them shiver down their spines.

He clenches his fist into a ball, glaring down at the water. "The seas are marked by Assan, the king of the seas. He's now covered in Assan mark, blending in with the scent of the sea." I look back over at the alpha king's mate as she shifts back, slowly standing to her feet. I got what I need, they'll come for her. I walk over grabbing her by her arm, forcing her to walk, heading back.

It was safe and its mission almost done. *****& It was in the moon of the eagle, in the third year of the reign of His splendid majesty, King Katthike, of the house of Buthwal-Renandi, when in the fog of the night, the moon was veiled, six by six ships, the pennants with the snake on the masts of the immortal empire, went on a journey. The sails like dark wings, the oars nimble like flapping fins, the ships glided secretly over the black waters of the border sea. Sixty by sixty men in their bellies, only with one fierce desire in their hearts: To conquer for their king.