King Papyrus Novels & Stories

After a short time searching around the dusty bookshelves and scattered piles, Kelvin returned holding two books. "I found it," he triumphantly proclaimed, seeming quite pleased with himself. "And, I also found another book which might help. This one," he said, sliding one of the books down onto the table in front of her, "is a common history of the kings of Pyre from Ja'miel Elphaz, who was technically the first but is generally not considered in the lineage of kings because he violated his oath and was consequently removed from kingship without a successor, to Palmiere Caliphus, who replaced Elphaz and by whom the kings were reckoned, to Theoezra Caliphus who was Stephan's father." He pat

) his eyebrows raised at him as if he was some stupid man. “¿Tarjeta negra? ¿Qué demonios es eso?” (Black card? What the hell is that?) “¿De Verdad? En serio, hombres, ese es el puto símbolo de los Reyes, y no solo los simples Reyes, es la cabeza de la pirámide. El propio joven monarca.” (Are you for real? Seriously, men, that's the fucking symbol of the Kings and not just the simple Kings, it's the head of the pyramid. The young monarch himself.) He was gaping at his co-worker as if he could not believe someone out there does not know THE ‘Augustine Kings’.

Cyrus ordered the props staff to bring black ink, poured it into a basin, then dipped his robe in it, and ordered Claude to stir with chopsticks. Claude sat down and poked his clothes. Cyrus crossed his arms and looked behind him. Suddenly, Claude said in a whisper, "Thank you." The corner of Cyrus' lips lifted. The two of them then said nothing, as if the words of thanks had never been uttered. Waiting for the pure white robe to be dyed to a black that reeked of drugs, Cyrus ordered Claude to hang this stinking shirt on a wooden stick and place it on the truck to dry in the sun.

I was pushed to the ground and I hiss out in pain as my back of my palm scratched on the rough rug. "Celeste" The rouge King called out to me and I looked up at him from my position. For the first time in two months, I got to the face of the man who has been causing havoc in the mythical and magical world. On the left side of his face was a nasty scar that made him look very dangerous. He glare at me as i tried getting to by feet but I was pushed by one of the men behind me,making me knee in a submissive position. I ball my hands in fist and gritted my teeth as I glared at him from the coner of my eyes. The rouge king cleared his throat and I snapped my eyes towards his.

One of awe and pure admiration. "You're excused" The Prince said referring to the maids and cal who nodded in understanding. "What is your-" "Corey" He said indignantly. "Corey Adams. Descendant of zion, strong connection to wind and water. King of one of the strongest kingdoms of the three realms ruled by the sun goddess" Huh? "Corey huh. I admire your sense of humour." "Eat up. We have a lot to discuss" Five spoons into the soup, I was already full. No doubt, Kellyn had eaten more than half of hers.

He was a King and an Alpha to-be, but even still, he was what he always was—alone. Noah smiled from eye to eye. The weight was power. And power was something he never had a taste of in his life. And the second he did, he was disgusted that he liked it. "We await your first command, Ksei, my Alpha, my King," Elder Ginsa spread a helpless arm toward the crowd.

And even though King was evidently half-awake, Kane still pushed forward. He held King’s chin, his kisses trailing from his lips down to his chest, his abdomen, and finally his groin. King’s groin was throbbing, and his manhood stood proud. When Kane saw that, he was filled with arousal. He wanted to play with King… He wanted to own him. Not just the painting, but the subject himself. “You’re mine, King Kairos Marchetti.” 'All mine,' he thought, finally touching him. His hands wrapped around King’s manhood, and he was stupefied by how warm it felt between his fingers.

It flew from the shelves and came to him. He took it with his hands and then started unravelling the message. It was a message from King Darius, with his seal and signature below it. "Let me have a look now." Alpha Zero stood beside Maleficus opening the scroll that he have in his hands. My father is standing beside me and allowing the two of them to have their own analysis with the scrolls. "I don't see the King's seal in that scroll Alpha Zero. And that piece of scroll did not came from any part of the palace. The paper used is very ordinary."

This particular parchment is crafted from rare Pole Red Kelp, known for its vibrant hues and exceptional quality. Bryan unrolls the parchment, and as he does, a mesmerizing shimmer catches his eye. The parchment seems to possess a subtle iridescence, attributed to the presence of aragonite and conchiolin infused within the fibers. It is unlike any parchment he has seen before, exuding an otherworldly beauty.

The Kingdom of Khepri had known peace for five years. Not because its enemies had become weaker but because no king dared challenge the man who now ruled Egypt. His name alone silenced rebellions, his victories ended wars before they began. To his people, he was the protector chosen by the gods. But to foreign kingdoms… He was the Black Sun King. Pharaoh Kharef of the House of Khepri. At only Thirty-nine years old, he had inherited the throne after the death of his father, Pharaoh Amenkhepri, whose reign had united Upper and Lower Egypt beneath a single banner.