King Von Dreads Novels & Stories

I snorted. I should wear something that could cover my face. People were recognizing me in my peppy pink sundress and blonde hair. ' He's recently crowned king. It's all over the newspaper, channels that he got married to a millionaire's daughter. Why not a billionaire!' I ignored the gazes which seemed hard. But I could feel them over me and their whispers were reaching my ears. Questioning only one thing, 'Where's my husband? ' ' It can't be denied he's sinfully handsome and every girl wants him. '

“Mare, you are a gift from the gods. You are the chosen one, sent to save us from our sufferings. Use your gifts and your opportunities wisely.” “I am the king’s slave, how can I possibly save my people when I myself live in a golden prison?” One of his hands dropped from her face to her belly. “I have heard talks about dragon kings of the past and how they ruled 6 kingdoms. The blood of the dragon kings runs within your veins. Give birth to dragons, seize the throne, unite the 6 kingdoms, and rule. We will call you Dragon Queen sitting on a throne forged from steel by fire.” He sounded lost in his imagination and in his eyes, Mare could see her foolish dreams as a child. She on a horse albe

he turned on his heels, walking away leaving King no choice but to follow after him. Even before they got to the pit, King could already sense something wrong. “Open it,” Draco ordered. Draven paused. “The snakes...” “What are you talking about?” seeing that no one answered, King's heart began pounding. It can't be what he's thinking, right? Without giving it much thought, he vanished from their presence going into the pit not bothered about the consequences. He wanted to see his mate! King didn't know what to expect upon getting there, he had already imagined seeing his mate lying on the cold ground with snakes surrounding her... But of course, that's his imagination. What he saw was the op

Kolton mused, stepping back as she gave him a sulking glare and tapped the dirt off her. "Fiona," Draco roared rather coldly, causing her to flinch and everyone stilled. Their king took her name. He regarded a mere human with a name; queen or not. It was a big deal. This meant their King was seeing her of caliber to whom he could talk with. She gulped before finding him at a distance to her right. He was in a crisp off-white shirt and grey slacks with his sleeves folded up. And he looked mad as his amber eyes looked like pits of fire under the sunlight.

Yet their presence sent a ripple of fear through the crowd that lined down the path. Even the pack warriors avoided their gaze. Kaerith’s gaze lowered to the ground. Her stomach twisted, her breath shallow. Everyone knew the stories — the Black Sun, the cursed king who rose after 1,500 years, and the monsters he made of men. They were no longer wolves. Not quite human. They were called the Dreadborns It wasn’t blood the king hungered for now… it was worse. He began to claim the daughters The Fenrir's Fang ever produced, their flesh and heat.

"What can I do to help Lady Griksa?" She smiled flirtatiously at King Dreksil's respectful question. He had attracted many female court members' interest in the days leading up to his crowning. In the days after the celebration period, it was common for a newly crowned king to select his mate as the queen of Chronos. But he had no intention of picking a queen until he saw the face of the woman who constantly plagued his nightmares. Apart from her seductive, lovely voice calling his name with such intense longing that he would get an erection and release, he never mentioned Marlo or Dax as the woman in his dreams.

He looked down at me and grinned devilishly and I shook my head. "I'm devoted to my mate." I briefly thought of Marwan and thought he would have been perfect. "I liked Vazill's sense of humor but he's not into males and would tell my queen," he growled sadly. Tymerd knocked and entered the rooms. "I'm announcing Dregs Krokix, reptilian king," he said. I had run towards the doors the moment he said Dregs and was currently holding him in a tight embrace and kissing him like I missed him. Dregs was chuckling and telling me to act more appropriately.

Her gown was a streaming spill of midnight velvet that seemed to swallow the ambient light, backless and severe, clinging to the sharp architecture of her spine. Her dark hair was pulled back into a knot so tight it looked painful, framing a face that had once been my entire universe and was now a foreign, hostile country. To the sea of murmuring journalists, interior design moguls, and socialite vultures, we were the undisputed royalty of Italian luxury, the visionary architect and the brilliant tastemaker, hopelessly tangled in both love and commerce. ​"You're leaning away from me, Val," she murmured, her lips barely parting as she tilted her chin toward a cluster of editors from Domus.

His eyes blazing red. I freeze, counting my breath. My fingers trembling as I brace for his wrath, but he only smiles, tucking the dagger away. "I’m done 'ere, Kaida. Clean this mess up, and take care of the prisoners… and do take care of yourself." He adds the last bit icily, and I gulp. The sweat on my palms is cold and my breath is shallow. Among the Princes, Prince Drelduin is the one we all dread most. The King’s mirror image except he's sharper and crueller. A bloody psychopath. And like most of the Variants of Spargia, I pray he never finds his mate.

Lest, they taste his fiery wrath. The only one called the most powerful. The only one called the most mighty. The only one called the most ruthless. He was known as the 'Veil Of The Shadow Moon' He wasn't just any ordinary alpha; he was Ragnar Alaric Dreadmore, the king of all kings, the ruler of all rulers, the alpha of all alphas. A name that commanded respect. A name that prompted every knee to fall to the floor and reverence his authority. A name that pulsed dread in the veins of foes.