King Orvax Novels & Stories

Mrs Jack whispered as she placed on my crown and pinned on my badge. I nervously smiled as I stood next to Cameron. The class cheered, and some took pictures. Next Mrs Jack led the two of us towards the front of the school to take a picture with all the other kings and queens. Cameron and I were in the third row on the left end. He was standing on the side while I was facing forward, and he held my hand. "Say cream and sprinkles." The photographer shouted. "Cream and sprinkles." I smiled as the flash went off.

Then, in front of the entire crowd, his voice rings out clear and bold. “I, King Orvyn of Karyndor, will take Thalissia of the Frostveil Pack as my chosen mate— and your future queen!”

I said with a smile then I flew back down and started to Oberon, Oberon saw Nuvaxovid giving me cover so he commanded his insects to attack him while he attacks me. The sun began to rise over Moray Towers as the battle continued but by 10:23 Galeemic Light I got some hits on Oberon. Then Roxy jumps out of her hiding spot and starts attacking him as well “Roxy?” I said with a surprised tone “I thought you need some help superstar” Roxy said “sure thing” I said then the ground shook “what was that?” Nuvaxovid asked “I think I know who this is. Monty Gator!!!” I shouted then Monty Gator landed with a thud next to Roxy “right here superstar what’s wrong with a bit of firepower” he said, then by

Loki interrupted, returning her gaze to him. The young man by name; Kylo Greyson, shot a brow upwards in a brief surprise before he gave one short nod at her. "Alright if you insist, my lady." He bowed slightly at her and Loki frowned, her brows creasing briefly. She turned around to leave but on second thought, paused. Turning back to him she added, "Its been Ms. Colleen for many years now, not Ms. Donovan. It is way too late for a sudden change of names, don't you agree?"

“Dario.” “Yes, boss.” “Take this.” Dario blinked, stunned by the simplicity of the request. “Right away.” He grabbed the dress instantly, terrified of hesitating. Two women browsing nearby froze. Their eyes widened, mouths parting in disbelief. “That’s him,” one whispered. “The Ice King.” They angled their phones discreetly, snapping photos as he pointed at dresses, choosing items with sharp, decisive motions. Within minutes, the picture hit social media with a bold caption: “The Ice King shopping for his fiancée.”

he explained briefly, continuing to click on the keyboard. "With that being said, you will be happy to know that your next client is none other than Thompson King. He's known for making large scale donations to small scale companies. Has helped revamp the central hospital down south and.." "Hold your horses, Rod. I'm not interested in knowing about his schemes. At least, not today. I told you that I don't operate on weekends. You know this too." Her voice was firm, leaving no room for discussion and Rod knew very well that she meant it.

And she was on the other end. The heavy oak doors of the throne room groaned open, the sound unnaturally loud in the silence. Valen’s second-in-command, a grizzled veteran named Roric, stood in the doorway, his face pale, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He looked as though he had just seen a ghost. "Your Majesty," he said, his voice a low, hesitant rasp. "Are you… are you alright?" Kaelen looked up, his eyes burning with a new, more dangerous light. The mask of the king was back in place, but it was different now. It was no longer a shield, but a weapon. "I am better than I have been in weeks, Commander. What news?"

I lowered my voice while scanning the other eleven guards. “ You have to be presented in front of His Majesty right after you get there. ” He informed. “ His Majesty? ” I scrunched my nose. “ Who? ” His eyes widened slightly. The other few guards glanced our way as the carriage kept moving. “ Alpha King of the West. ” He answered after a suspense-filled pause. He was talking about Striker Skoldolfr—the Obsidian-eyed, scarred King. “ Oh. ” I nod my head. “ I am nervous. That’s why I am forgetting things. ”

They don't notice we're here yet. "Get off of me!" Exclaims Aziel. You can't help your face from twisting a little. That looks like a very painful position to be in. And the girl isn't even showing any mercy. Yvon's got his arm pinned rright behind him, turning a deaf ear to his protests. And they say that he's the future king?

she sniffed again and finally took the stairs to her room. ************ Valerie knocked on the King's door and after a few seconds, his deep voice ushered her in. "Come in" She opened the door carefully and walked in, finding him on his writing table at first glance. "My King" she called sweetly, bowing her head. It was dark and she wondered why he had to stress his eyes with the lamp light, writing. What's he even writing anyway? "How're you doing Valerie?" Lincoln asked, dipping his feathers into more ink and continuing on the scroll.