King Von Dreads Novels & Stories

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

he continued. "So he's related to their king or something," I asked. I wasn't too surprised as Andre always teased that he had some power. "He's definitely related," Hanson spoke "He's the Prince of the vampires, set to become king once he chooses a mate." I frowned, that did surprise me. Andre had failed to mention that fact, which was important since he always tried to convince me to pick him as a mate.

And it was none other than Kylo who had just walked up to join them. "I think you would make all these dresses extremely stunning. I mean, they obviously need you for their shine to be completely out." He said with a small smile as he crossed his hands behind him. "But I also think your elegance, your strength, your allurement and your beauty would align perfectly with this dress. You're a gorgeous woman, my lady." He said and Loki glanced at him speechlessly, taking in his features properly for the first time while she wondered why he seemed to keep crossing boundaries with her.

Seeing the New King of the Salazar Kingdom, made Venus feel butterflies in her stomach as well as blush. The King was gorgeous. Perhaps the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. His eyes held the pupils of a dragon and his throat was covered in hard small black and red scales. It presented itself almost like a turtleneck sweater in a sense. His blonde hair was combed backwards and an hard expression was held on his face. His eyes landed on Venus and the two locked eyes for a brief moment. In the next moment, the King looked away from her. Venus looked away too, blushing slightly.

She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long. "H-hello," she stammered, dropping her head under the intensity of his gaze. "My name is Kendra Wilder." "Miss Wilder, it is a pleasure to meet you," the other man, whose gaze isn't still consuming me, said as he stood up, offering his hand to her. She took it nervously, though she gave it a firm shake. "My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand."

If they had my clothes, it wouldn't have taken long for them to figure out that I'm not from the valley tribe. "Where exactly is this? How did I get here? What do you do?" I asked, confused, as the man kept staring at me like he was crazy about me. The man replied, "This is the land of Drakkons." I wanted to scream "LIAR!" in his face, but that wouldn't have been good for my cover "When my men were patrolling an area where an avalanche happened, they found you. When you were found and brought to my camp, you were barely breathing and almost frozen. I, on the other hand, am the King of Drakkons."

Seeing vultures here in Howard was not a good omen. This can only mean one thing: danger was indeed coming to Howard. KING DYRON Kingdom of Havocc, somewhere underground "How pathetic." King Dyron spat as he separated from his animus projection. The Kingdom of Howard was as normal as it can be and it delighted King Dyron. He relished the fact that the King of Howard, Malik, was as clueless and as a new-born baby. "What have you seen, My Liege?" Besnik, his right hand servant, asked.

He must be so powerful, in order for a King like King Timodore to suddenly freeze and feel frightened. “My King…” “Dreckos, brace yourself. This man will be our worst nightmare,” King Timodore said in an almost whispering manner. Dreckos eyes grew wide, upon remembering someone who could truly be the worst nightmare to the whole Kingdom of Glodeous. “My goodness, I guess, I know who he is,” he said gasping. He heard his heart dribble. He now knows why King Timodore suddenly felt such fear. It was fear not for himself, but for his family, especially to his only daughter, Noema.

Once inside my skilled warriors will follow my orders and the throne will be mine. “Perfect.” The faerie responded, jotting down some notes. “Oh and one other matter, the King has inquired on when you’ll let his royal advisors go, a Sir Draq, and a Sir Dru; they’re dragon shifters and they’re thought to be in the dungeons.” The faerie asked raising her head and once again starring me straight in my eyes. My wolf wanted to pounce and claw her throat out, luckily I had full control over him and was able to keep him leashed.

And it was frightening! " Tides will turn, enemies will become your allies and your allies will become your worst enemies! Gods will become monsters and evil shall stain your peaceful world. And finally when everything has turned to its worst....you, Drom Valienta. The 34th King of the Independent States, Will die at the hands of the one you cherish most. And he will feel no remorse, neither will I. This is the message passed on to me by the Elder brother God Arekin...