King Von Dreads Novels & Stories

Valerie pov It looked as if I struck by a lightening , What the heck is going on ,I quickly rushed up to the king's representative standing close to my mother . " Hello sir please I think there is a mix up somewhere ,I have never seen the king before so how will the king want to have a word with me ,I think you came for my sister , She has been the one dreaming on becoming the king's bride so please check well " " Am not mistaken, Miss Valerie it was you the king requested for "

He walked alone. Next was King Khaelen of the Obsidian Wastes. His realm was a land of black mountains and skies forever smeared with ash, the kind of place where even the stars seemed reluctant to shine. His skin was pale as bone, his hair blacker than midnight, and his eyes, a piercing, crystalline blue, were the kind you could fall into and never crawl out of. He had ruled for four decades, the longest of them all, and his flaw was a darkness he did not bother to hide, cruelty. His mate, Queen Veyra, was draped in onyx and blood-red silk, her lips were curved in the faintest smile, though it never reached her eyes.

, she says before explaining. "We don't help even if Moraeka sent you.", the dude says. "This is a wast-", I begin. "I understand that sir, I really do but this is quite important not only for us but also your people.", she states. "How?", he asks. Biting my tongue so I don't mess this up. "Simply, my mate is Kevin, who you know is a vampdragon. Now, you also know that he is the next king for his people.", she states calmly.

And in walked Draevon, the mad king of Khyrador, looking like he owned not just the shop or the Duskwatch Village, but the entire supernatural. He was exactly as she remembered in her past life. Tall, dark haired and impossibly handsome in that dangerous way that made people want to run and stay at the same time. He wore black leather trousers and a black shirt instead of a royal clothes, but somehow he still managed to look like a king. His dark eyes scanned the shop, taking in every detail. The tattoo equipment. The samples on the walls. The ridiculous amount of leftover food still piled in the corner. Marl, who'd been mid-bite into another pastry, froze completely. His eyes went wide and

is all she says, I don’t push her as I know with her gift she can’t always say. “Well, give us details?” Bellatrix says with an excited squeal making me chuckle. “Do you guys ever remember hearing about a King Vulcan?” I ask, feeling like I am missing something. Bellatrix shakes her head, while Denu is quiet for a moment. Then her eyes go wide, “King Vulcan is the Dragon King in the upper kingdom” Denu says confirming what I already thought. My mate is the Dragon King, the most feared, and deadly King said to be cruel and cold. Even knowing this, why do I not feel afraid?

"We need all the teams on the field right now. Since some of your team members are already on the mission, I decided not to look elsewhere for the remaining kings" "Splendid." "You will travel to vampire kingdom tomorrow" "No. I won't"

She glided lightly over the ground, her magic both elegant and devastating. On the far flank, Oscar, the second son of the King of Dreadmoor — a mountain of a man — slammed his fists into the ground. The earth split beneath the Dark Knights’ feet, jagged pillars of stone erupting to trap and crush. His dark armour gleamed, his black eyes blazing with controlled rage “Try getting through this, you bastards!” he growled.

Freddy spoke again after seeing Duendera a little confused. "Who you really are ... You are the son of king Drieshan Keshin and queen Drieshan Vorina." Freddy's serious face said he said. Kei who was next to him was a little surprised to hear from Freddy. Duendera smiled knowing that the king's son was still alive and in front of her now, Kei should have asked her to call him by the name of the golden lord. Shima and grandmother gu's calmly listened.

I couldn’t picture myself getting bound to a heartless woman. “I am the King!” I vociferated, releasing my dominant scent, making everyone around the grounds of torture, bow. The servants began to shake in fear due to my uproar. Prince Byron tilted his head just like Princess Violet. Even Jay kept quiet for once in hours. “I am the King Archie Kovan Of the Wereland. I rule and make commands not listen and obey commands. Do you get that?” I growled. That one was meant for Princess Violet but I didn't bother to specify until I spoke again.

Her cold, sadistic face could scare anyone. “We come to take ours. The Red Orchid Formula,“ Queenie said. King Eric laughed loudly. “Your Formula?! Look, the formula’s in my closet. How can you claim that formula belongs to you? What a glutton the Bright River Kingdom is. After having dragons, do you want to have monsters too? I think King Darian is very great. But, apparently, I am wrong. King Darian is a greedy king. He wants all the power to belong to him!”