King Of The World Novels & Stories

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.

Nothing evident in them except the storms in darkness. " Long live King Hayden!" " Long live King Hayden!" The continue to chant. And Hayden asks then to settle down. When suddenly one of them speaks up. " The earlier werewolf King and his Beta defeated our King! They killed your father King Hayden but this time? We won't let them win! Never! The werewolf Kingdom will be gone! And it will be a world of Translupines! We will be the next rulers!" " With King Hayden our ruler!!!!"

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.

I didn’t try to stop it. Kael caught me before I hit the ground. The King knelt beside me. “You see now?” I nodded, shaking. He pressed something into my hand- a shard of black stone, cold and smooth. “Keep it,” he said. “You’ll need it.” He stood. “Three days, Sovereign. Three days, and the old world comes for you. You’d better decide what you’re willing to break.” He turned and vanished into the trees, Marek at his heel.

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.

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."

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."