King Of The World Novels & Stories

He has a trimmed beard, his hair are black in colour and his eyes are the same colour as his hair instead of Golden like Wolf’s. Power oozes off the man before me. I can see it, feel it, sense it deep down in my bones. The Werewolf King. Everyone’s silence and stiff posture hints at his position and his features assure me that the person I am looking at right now, is the one who has wrecked havoc on our world and who is now ruling the world with the bloody iron fist. Disgust stirs in my heart. I grit my teeth and cast my eyes down. “ I can explain. ” Wolf breaks the silence.

They embraced each other as if it had been years since they were seen together. “It’s been quite a while,” he patted him on the back. “You’ve done well in your role as king!” I glanced between them, a little confused but curious. I leaned closer to Kael. “He’s a…?” Kael nodded somewhat, already knowing what I was thinking. “Yes, he’s a king too. That’s my brother’s friend. He rules another country.” No wonder the man looked familiar. I’d seen him in old portraits and books before. He wasn’t just any king—he was one of the most powerful rulers in the world. People said he held as much authority as the other kings from the powerful tribes.

It changed to blue color and directly disappeared into Virando’s palms. “I’ll be the only and ultimate king throughout the demons-realm! All people will kneel down under my feet, will lift up their heads to see me! I’m the only king throughout the demons-realm! King Richard Orlando Lie is the only king in this demons-realm! Hahaha... Hahaha...” King Richard Orlando went on shouting, screaming, yelling the meaningless words, clauses, and also sentences, within his own daydreaming and also imaginary world.

No I am the King of the Italian mafia, . Father only gave it to me because he is dying and has no male heirs—poor bastard with no luck and who has no male heirs. In spite of the fact that he fucked day in and day out, he didn't even have any sons who weren't his. My father hated seeing me take control of his precymafia, make it mine, and seize the reins of power. However, I didn't ask for this existence but what do i do? Accept it

Chapter one hundred and twenty one. Anastasia's POV. "There used to be the Old World, and now there is the New World." The supernatural world was recked, right from the start, by vampires, and ever since then, the one named King Nicholas, The King of All Vampire's Kings, has been attempting to align the supernatural creatures and make them see past the offenses that have been made by his father. Even for this reason, he had gotten his father and his seven subjects banished from the face of the New World.

Nobody present knew how much of that terrifying shift was permanent. A herald’s horn blared, echoing off the stone arches. "Presenting His Sovereign Majesty, King Arthur of Asterra! Accompanied by Regent Malakor!" The heavy oak doors swung wide, and the chamber fell into an absolute, breathless hush. Arthur stepped into the hall, looking every inch the legendary monarch. He was dressed in a tailored tunic of deep royal blue, embroidered with intricate gold thread that caught the candlelight, a sapphire-studded crown resting gracefully atop his golden hair. A calm, approachable smile rested on his lips. Beside him, Malakor walked in striking dark royal velvet, his broad shoulders squared, his

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

For all, you know, he could hypnotize you right now to obeying his or this so called King's every command. How dreadful. Not that your life isn't anymore. Who'd have thought that one minute, you're arguing about how exhausted you are, and the next, you're being sold to a certain someone in a land that's supposed to exist only in fantasy books? Scrunching together what you've observed and gathered so far; You're in a world full of vampires that use humans as a walking blood bag. You're taking all this in quite nicely if you do say so yourself. "She's all yours." The voice behind you says in a grumble before their footsteps slowly start to fade into the invisible black hole floating in the air

My gaze drifts to Kael, who is equally awestruck. “Impossible..”, he whispers. His lips quiver. I blink up at him, confusion etched on my face. Sensing my confusion, he turns to face the audience. “Our King has been bestowed with the seven powers..”, he begins. “The world is doomed. He will be the one to fulfill the prophecy” “Your destruction will know no bounds. Heaven, Hell and Earth will perish. Demons surrounding the throne exchange uneasy glances. Some snarl, doubting Kael's words. Others tremble, fearing my impending wrath.

"I did not realize…it's how it has always been done." "Papa," King whispered, his eyes still closed. "Please don't yell at my friend. He didn't try to hurt me." Alexis pushed past Bassma and sank to his knees beside the cot. He lifted King's hand and pressed it to his lips. "Son. Open your eyes now." King slowly opened his eyes. We all let out relieved breaths, kissing and stroking his hair and face. "I saw…" King frowned. "I saw everything, the entire world. The earth and the Underworld. I saw."