Kingkiller Chronicle Novels & Stories

A giant, dark tower was rising out of the earth where there had been none before. ​"The Pale King," Kael whispered, his grip tightening on his sword. "He didn't wait for your blood. He’s started the ritual without it." ​Seraphina looked at her hands. The violet glow was fading, replaced by a sharp, angry red. ​"He's not using my blood," she said, her voice turning cold. "He’s using the souls of the village. My village.

A sacred day in the history of werewolves where the moon goddess bestowed blessings upon their lands. Tonight, he was going to be the bestower of havoc. And that was death to any human he found wandering in his territory. He is Alpha Ryker Donovan. The Alpha King with a ripper wolf who was known far and wide as heartless and brutal. And this title, he had always lived in as the world will get a taste of it. With that, Alpha Ryker walked out of the room, and at the same time, he heard the loud ring of the tower bell that would continue to ring every once in a while, preparing the pack members for the long-awaited night.

Her eyes were cold and filled with hatred, though the strength of it weakened as she coughed a mouthful of blood. Her red and green eyes were filled with pain. Her face had turned ashen and she kept coughing more blood. The excruciating pain wrapped around her body and rocked her slowly toward darkness. The sight of her like this gave him a strange relief. “Blabber all you want, but in the end you are going to die and we will survive. Not only that, the inheritance of your mother will belong to us. I will become the sole owner of all the properties she left for you.” he announced as he stepped forward and knelt in front of her so their eyes met.

“But you refused the form. And still, you were given the gift.” Theron muttered, “Gift. That’s one word for it.” The figure tilted its head. “You carry convergence blood. You carry convergence power. And now, you carry the heir who will surpass you both.” Kael’s jaw clenched. “You won’t touch her.” Finally, the figure looked at him fully. The chamber dimmed under its gaze. “You are the one who disrupted the selection.” Its tone wasn’t angry. It was intrigued. “You achieved a resonance impossible for a mortal. You reached her through the veil.” The figure leaned forward slightly. “You, Alpha Kael of the Crimson Line, violated a boundary even Valric could not cross.”

The crown hits the marble floor with a sharp clang just before my father’s body does. The hall erupts in screams. I want to shout, to rush over to him, but my voice sticks in my throat. All I can do is watch the blood pool beneath his throne, creeping toward me. The soldiers kneel, but not for the king—for her. Queen Lunice, my grandmother. “Long live the Queen,” they chant, their voices hollow and obedient. Her eyes meet mine. Those dark, ancient, endless eyes hold me in place across the years. “No male heir shall survive,” she whispers. “The curse has already begun.”

"Yeah, I’m serious. I hate not having you guys out there." "They don't even allow female warriors in your new pack," Paige responded. "And Dad would probably have to start all over. You know how warriors are with newbs. Even if Tyce put him in as a senior warrior, you know they'd never really respect him coming in as an outsider. And what about Heidi? Are Hunter and Evan going to move to Alaska with Kelli?" Paige brought up the big, fat family secret. While Paige and I were both informed of the fact that our older sister Heidi and her best friend Kelli were mates, everyone else in the pack, including our parents, thought they were actually mated to their husbands, Hunter and Evan. I blew out

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

The sky over the Shattered Vale burned with the aftermath of war, smoke rising in black plumes, molten rivers casting eerie light over the battlefield. Soldiers, exhausted and battered, pressed forward, rallying behind the king who now moved like living fire. Verath Dravenor, Dragon King, had fully unleashed his power, wings spanning the horizon, scales glowing molten gold. Every step he took scorched the ground, yet his focus was unwavering, tethered by the bond that connected him to Elara.

' He spoke on the mind link, hoping that someone would reply. 'That's because...' Alpha Killian gasped on the link. “His veins don’t run with ordinary blood— He's an Alpha King.” The shock of the revelation made Noah, Jake and Kai freeze. They forgot to breathe as the atmosphere became denser and heavier. As for the elders, they were only grasping for breath. They weren't as stupified as the boys, meaning that they always knew Hunter Zavier carried the power of an Alpha King. They could interpret why everyone was so terrified around him. But what was he doing here?

She answered with one word. "Lucius." Sebastian kicked the earth, a hand running through his hair. "Scoundrel, scoundrel!" He shouted, pulling at his hair, "I should never have sent them out. I'll pluck out his evil eyes!" Aurora ran a hand down her hair. Flashes of the scene she saw showed the soldiers with an insanely powerful gun that killed a vampire in seconds. She grew anxious. "Aurora, what is it?" Lydia asked with fear. She seemed to have grown older within seconds.