King Of The World 소설 & 이야기

In a brutal fantasy world where power is measured by dominance and desire, King Torvald rules with an iron fist and an insatiable hunger for the biggest, thickest cocks in the realm. Whether raiding enemy camps, claiming conquered warriors, or venturing into forbidden territories, Torvald takes what he wants... on his throne, in the battlefield, or deep in ancient ruins. When no worthy cock is near, he hunts for the legendary “Titan’s Gift,” the largest and most powerful cock ever rumored to exist. Raw, merciless, and dripping with lust, this is a story of a king who would burn kingdoms for the perfect fuck.

"He isn't a weapon of annihilation..." Lorenzo forced himself to his feet, stepping beside Lorrie and wrapping a protective arm around her waist. "Then what is he?" "He is the Creator," the First King rasped, his voice trembling. "He is born to erase the old world—the Gate, the Guardians, the Mafia—and build a new order from their ashes." Suddenly, a strange, resonant silence fell over the chamber. Every mafia soldier standing in the room—men loyal to Massimo, men loyal to the cartels, mercenaries from every corner of the world—dropped to their knees in unison. They did not bow to Lorenzo. They did not bow to the First King.

Recently, King Edward Herman and Queen Mary Herman had announced the fixed marriage of their daughter to the King of Country A. Country A was the richest and most powerful nation, ruled by the formidable and ruthless King Alexander Knight, often referred to as the "God of War" for his undefeated record on the battlefield since the age of 15. Country K, in contrast, is a small and vulnerable nation, situated next to Country A. Due to continuous attacks from their powerful neighbor, the people of Country K had suffered greatly. Their resources and strength were insufficient to defend against the aggressors.

Kane faked a sniffle, "oh my. You're going to be having sex with the hottest man on planet Earth. I'm so jealous of you right now" I gave him a look and he stopped his whining, his eyes laughing at me. "Would you like to trade positions?" "I would", his eyes glinted. "But the king of vampires doesn't want me. He wants your banging hot bod". I shook my head, "Jacob doesn't want me. Like want me want me. I'm like a notch in his trophy or the daughter of the man who owes him millions of dollars…", I trailed off, because that was exactly my situation.

The man whose face I had just beheld in awe is none other than the King of Utrif. My mate is the ruler of a realm where rogues like me are branded as criminals, hunted and despised. Noah lifts one brow—a picture of complete and utter nonchalance. "I'm—" a rogue. He's the king. This can't be. There has to be a mistake. His arms are crossed. "Yes?" I shake my head and turn to glass wall. The moment I reach the end I realise I have no lungs. No breathes. There is no air.

One touch from the king was all it took to bring the omega to his knee, and he crumbled into the king, whose hands immediately snagged Evren’s waist. “Please…” Evren moaned. The omega had no idea what he was begging for—to be unhanded by the king. —That would probably kill him because the need warring through Evren’s body right now is blinding. He would rather not have the king touch him if he had a choice.

Noah whispered, “Ace?” “Stay where you are.” Something beeped. Once. Twice. Then every computer screen in the office switched on. A message appeared across all of them. YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT THE PAST BURIED !!! Noah’s blood ran cold and immediately had a cold feet Ace stepped toward the nearest computer. Another message appeared. NOW THE KINGDOM WILL FALL. Then the screens went black. For several seconds, neither man spoke. Finally Noah whispered, “I officially hate tonight.” Ace pulled out his phone.

“Just tell me where I am!” “Okay then” he then started look serious as he was preparing to tell something. “This is the other world. The Inhabitants of this Land call this world Beaume. Compared to your original world, it is not as advanced and modern as you might expect. It’s approximately about halfway through what your world calls the medieval age. This is the time period of war between dominant countries and war against demon creatures.” He explained. He snapped his left hand, and in an instant, brought a cup out of nowhere. He sipped a little before he continued.

The king came up, placing his hands on the railing just on the other side of Bane, who promptly snarled at the man as he leaned over the railing to once more address the crowd. "Are we ready to play?" He called over the crowd, and they roared with cheers, but I just watched Xavier. He wasn't paying attention to the king in the slightest. Instead, that sharp gaze was trained on me, watching every single little move I made. "Bring out the horde." The man bellowed, and the roar of the crowd heightened to an almost deafening level as they chanted the last statement of their king.

If he wasn’t killed or has gotten sick to death, there’s still a possibility for him to be alive since we are capable of living for a maximum of five thousand years. This world where I belong is called Audravaria. It is divided into two kingdoms—the Oqazia that composes of white magicians called Oqans, and Crarene, the kingdom of dark magicians called as Cranes. All of us, in general, are called Audravarians. The other creatures in the three remaining worlds are considered as ‘lower beings’. Audravarians are the highest ones, for we have the longest lives and the strongest powers.