King Orvax Novels & Stories

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.

I can feel it in the unsteady rhythm of the collective heartbeats, the lingering stares at the older alpha that once stood before us and the terrifying expanse of the vast mountains. Orvax stands with a terrifying stillness beside me. Dressed in all black, his hair roughly pushed back from his face and hands clasped behind his back. He is the image of a quietness so absolute that the very shadows seem to recoil from his skins. He anchors the chaos around us without a single tremor. He reminds of an apex predator right before he pounces on his prey. His silence more deafening than any scream. Kova approaches us from the stairs below.

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!”

When I have to prove I'm worth something. Am I worth something? Or is my father right about me? Before I could answer my own horrible question, the horns blew. Loud and long. The whole hall went silent at once. "Presenting Their Royal Majesties, King Orion and King Darius!" The big doors at the front opened. And there they were. My breath stopped. My whole body went stiff. Even from far away, seeing them hit me like a punch in the gut. King Orion walked on the left. Green eyes that seemed to see everything. He moved like a hunter looking for prey. All power and danger hiding behind a handsome face.

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.”

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?

"Well, I'm Valerie and you are...?' "I'm... Roseline" Roseline answered, taking another look at her. "Wow! Roseline. That's a nice name. Well,you prolly might not know me, but I'm one of the King's bride and I've been seeing you around the palace for some days now". Roseline's brows knitted. Hold on, did she just say one of the King's brides? "The King has some brides?" She unavoidably asked the lady. "Oh! Yes, of course. He has three brides in all and would be choosing his Queen in a short time from now" Valerie explained happily and Roseline just mouthed an *oh* and stared away.