King Von Dreads Novels & Stories

The agonizing minutes passed, Emily avoided from facing Lucius and Olivia due to the guilt that’s been weighing her down since earlier. Mister Drake turned his back against the trio as he slightly bended over and picked something up carefully, as he faced them again, he raised the crown higher. “The crown, throne and kingdom is finally yours once again.” He said with a smile. Axl bowed as Mister Drake gently placed the crown on his head. The crown sat, making Axl appear more mighty, superior and evil. The audience roared in joy and witches laughed in delight. They started chanting, praising him and he stood erect.

But what could they do the Drektus queen had her eyes on ruling the entire land and she had started attacking other kingdoms and was now ruling over the human kingdom by manipulation of course. Kwan who had come out of his shock could feel the fear coursing through the witch’s veins. They now felt fear.

“I think he is perhaps mixed with black leopard—humans call them panthers.” Jessie managed to keep her mouth from falling open despite her shock. “Wouldn’t his hair be black? I mean, Valiant has orange-red hair similar to a lion. I met Flame and he has light red hair but he’s got the cat eyes. I could see that right off.” Breeze bit her lip. “I can’t discuss this with you, Jessie.” “Why not?” Breeze hesitated again but blew out a breath. “You are a friend to us and save our

This would throw me ten steps back, after I've made such good progress this week, with my purposeful touches of him in innocent moments, to the lingering stares. "Oh...No, I've been told I look like her, but no, I'm not her," I scramble. I hope it's enough for her to brush off. Usually I'm seen by the public wearing royal garments, and now, my hair is pulled back and I'm wearing gear Marek provided. "Right, sorry." The girl shakes her head, flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so jealous of her, aren't you?" I flinch. "Jealous?" She leans forward over the counter, grinning. "Married to a King. And so the hottest King in all the land, aside from Tyrien, obviously."

His eyes do not leave mine. “Whenever the Alpha King enters a territory,” Damien says, “every werewolf must bow.” For a second, my brain refuses to process the sentence. It arrives in pieces. Alpha. King. Bow. My face reacts before my thoughts catch up. My eyes widen so fast they sting. My jaw loosens. Not dramatic, not theatrical, just human shock, the kind that steals structure from your expression. The kind readers know because they have felt it themselves when reality flips without warning. I actually look behind me.

I was alone with these men. I'm going to die! "Wait, she's no servant." I heard Delan's voice chime in, right on cue. My vision was starting to blackout. Hurry, he's going to kill me this time. "What?" The hand on my throat eased. "Ryder, she's the princess. The one the Dracul brought in today." He said in a hiss, "He will notice if she suddenly drops dead! He'll become suspicious. Don't be an idiot!"

When the roaring silence came to claim me again, I walked into it with open arms. The guards liked to talk. About sporting events, about women, But what caught my attention was when I heard them talking about their attack on Damon's kingdom. "Krid's going to be furious if we let this healer escape." I was shocked by what I heard. Isn't Krid the beta of Damon? But what is this, I hear? Is he the enemy? "Krid wanted to offer her to his father. But the king is currently waiting for his weak son. He wanted to kill Damon first before claiming his queen as well as the throne." what are they saying? So, Krid is our enemy?

She had bought it anyway, hoping it would help me seduce royalty. The heavy roll of ceremonial drums echoed through the hall. The Alphas who had been boasting seconds ago went dead silent. The entire room froze. It wasn't the kind of silence that came from respect; it was the paralyzed silence of pure, unadulterated fear. At the top of the grand staircase stood a man clad in black. He looked as if he had been carved from the very mountain the palace was built upon. King Draken Voss. His hair was raven black, and his eyes glowed with a dangerous, molten gold. He didn't smile. He didn't wave. He just scanned the crowd like a bored god looking down at insects.

he is the same height as the other three beside him but with more developed shoulders he looked ruggedly handsome as his black hair was long and slik in the middle, his nose is pointed and has a scar like it was hurt before. Something in my chest moves, I don't know what it is but it just moves, his head turns and his startes at me silently like as if he is meeting an old friend or foe! " SHIT!! SHIT!!" Kathy grabs me by my jacket and pulls me towards the direction of the exit "Gezz what!?" I stare at her in shock "King" she mumbles " Draven King!!" " and who is that?" " he is as much of a king as his last name, next in line for the throne, his parents and those behind him on this danm pla

“Your highness, my niece will be killed by those savages. She is all I have left.” I didn’t really care about her. I wanted what that old witch prophesied about her tonight—her supposed powers. I was the only one with this truth. I had to act fast under this greedy king’s nose. “That’s your problem, Dexter. Guards, drag him out of my sight,” King Kael ordered. The guards held both my arms and started dragging me out like I was not the chairman council of Velmoria Kingdom. I heard little footsteps and smelled his daughter.