King Papyrus Novels & Stories

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

The final blow that made her fully accept what her two children had now become was when Zack startled from his sleep only to find the entire bedroom engulfed in flame. Thankfully, his panic put them out rather than making the situation worse. “What do you have there?” I questioned, reaching for the papyrus scroll in her hands. She nudged me to the side with her hip, pushing back the mountain of books I had strewn across the tables splintered surface. The heavy scratch of thick paper hit my ears as she unraveled it to its fullest extent. Laced within the golden fillagree was a strange style of artwork that looked both ancient and beautiful.

Rinzen asked bringing the subject back around. “Ah right, well I don’t know of any, but James knows of at least one”, she stated, “Cleopatra, the Queen of the Nile. High Kings a title of a supreme Being is incredibly rare, and they belong to a certain creed of powerful kings and queens of ancient civilizations that lived through an era when certain Gods and goddesses were active. For example, she used to dress like the goddess Isis, since it was common for Egyptian rulers to identify themselves with an established deity or goddess”, she informed him. “That would explain why James knows her”, Rinzen muttered.

She felt so honored when the king bowed to her, and she smiled at him joyfully. The assistant general sent a number of messengers to send word about the fall of Lower Egypt’s king. Thus, all people in Te-Mehu should now bow down to the one and only king—now a pharaoh—the Scorpion King, King Hor-Aha of Ta Shemau. **** That night, everyone rested in their own respective tents. The king went over to the queen’s and his son’s tent. Zadi, her guards and the high priestess and high priest (who was powerless and not a warrior) left the foreigners and the Medjay in the king’s tent.

Zahi swallowed slowly, his eyes squinting slightly. "Yes Miss Emerson, you are whole heartedly correct- pray mind you, I didn't take you for the type to know the history of Egypt." Wiping his face with a napkin, he looked across the table, for the first time that meal completely speechless. "I think you'd be surprised at what I know of the 12th dynasty of the middle kingdom, not to mention the rest of the middle kingdom's history. I'm of the understanding that Khakaure Senusret III was the most powerful pharaoh of the dynasty. The fifth, if I'm correct." With a lanquid sip of her water, Mr. Zahi cast a quick glance to Mr. Claire.

"What's that on your face?" K asked Jesse as he typed nimbly on his laptop's keyboard, with his eyeglasses on and sitting on top on his bed. She lit the Chesapeake Bay Reflection + Clarity candle by the nightstand table, and Jesse's whole apartment started to smell like K's bedroom up in Williamsburg. He loved that scent. The combination of eucalyptus, lavender, and sea salt with hints of sage provided a perfect sense of calm. It smelled sexy, too - especially when combined with K's light perfume sprays and hand cream before going to bed.

The process we had to undertake to get through the border-left little doubt in my mind that they were acutely aware of the lands immediately surrounding their pack. That was why we were here after all. After three years of near isolation, the king had run out of patience and demanded an inspection of the pack or risk starting a war. The pack had to agree, there wasn't a pack that could rival the King's forces. He was King for a reason. To werewolves, power spoke and the king had no rival even though he was getting up there in years. Stories of his ruthlessness, in uniting the werewolves, were still told in every pack, even taught in pack schools. After holding on to his title for so lon

When everything was finalized and no one raised any objection, Adam capped his pen and placed it on the paper. Sifting through his pocket, he fished a tiny key. I watched in awe as he turned the box sideways to reveal a small keyhole. Inserting the key inside, he turned it around and I even heard a small clicking sound. It was like a small hidden drawer and when he opened it, I understood the reason behind all of that. The drawer housed The Royal Parchment, the most important piece of paper for any Kingdom. Noticing my curiosity, Adam took out a paper and I gasped at how beautiful it was.

He slumped against the central dais, his eyes struggling to stay focused on Scarlett. "I told you..." he wheezed, a dark smirk touching his blood-stained lips. "No one touches... my Queen." Scarlett rushed to him, her hands glowing with healing light. But as she touched his wound, a hidden compartment in the dais clicked open. Inside sat a scroll made of human skin and silver thread—the Final Testament of the First King.