Kings Game Novels & Stories

she finally asked after she caught her breath, wiping under her eyes carefully so as not to smear the mascara. Her mother huffed, looking away from her as she put away all the makeup and hair accessories. "All I said was that the King requested it because he hasn't found his mate." "He requests it of females who have the possibility to be his mate, not just every unmated female he ever interacts with," she snorted, though she didn't roll her eyes, no matter how badly she wanted to, since her mother was eyeing her in a way that made her feel like a small child again.

Silvia remembered when the King came to her with Keanna in his arms the night of the rebellion with blood on her. “I’m leaving this lady in your arms, Silvia. She has her heart on her sleeve, you’ll see everything in her eyes.” A man who has never opened his heart to anyone and a woman who embraces her feelings. I will hold her close to my heart, King Neil. She smiled as she made that silent promise. “If my lady says the word, the King will immediately fill the entire room with gold, silver, and treasures.” Keanna was confused for a moment, wondering why the King would do such a thing if she asked.

Why did she have a bad feeling about this. As the doors opened wide her father led her into the ballroom that was jammed packed with vampires. At first you would have thought it was a normal crowd until you paid attention to the eyes. A lot of double and triple levels and all eyes were on her. Her father and her stopped dead at the thrones in which were empty. The thrones both were black the back drop was in the shape of the wings of a bat taking flight. The King’s was situated on the left, the queens throne which never held a single woman on it sat empty for 800 years. The King was the only one who has sat on the throne for 800 years alone. Her fathers head was looking around the room seein

one of the hosts say " Yes, people have been talking about this tournament way back, and the gaming company is also has been busy looking for suitable players. Everyone is eager to win the golden trophy and the chance of competing in the international. " "Will we have the same kings or will we be able to find new kings, let's find out!" "Well, let's not wait any longer, let's cheer up for our players!" As on cue, the stage fires more fireworks as the floor on stage are slowly leveling up, revealing the hidden players from underground.

Philip’s face darkened as he said, “I remember that there’s only one king behind the door in each zone. Why have so many kings of disciples appeared recently?” Leon sighed and said, “Young Patriarch Clarke, you only know part of it. You’re right in saying that there’s only one king in each zone who’s responsible for maintaining the balance and stability of each zone. However, that doesn't mean that others don't have the opportunity to become kings. For a kingship holder, not only does it depend on individual strength but also the choice of the door. Anyone who’s recognized by the door can become a king, and the king of each zone is a symbol of status. Many kings simply can’t be bothered to c

Yami explained the rules of the game they will play. "We'll pull out the stick together, whoever gets the king, he can command two numbers. The selected number simply has to do the orders of the king. There is no backing out. After doing the task one of the number should say your orders has been complete. Your majesty. Game? " Yami added. Lance, who was obviously Yami's accomplice, nodded one after another. David simply nodded. Dawn was forced to join. As Yami said. He took four ice cream sticks. He wrote the king with a stick and three numbers for the remaining three sticks.

As they took him away, he said, “I’ll see you guys later.” Then his eyes narrowed at Niquel. “Alpha…” “I know,” said Aidan, cutting him off before he could say anything more. They weren’t supposed to reveal each other’s nature in public, but there was no point when a king was in front of them. The humans heard, but it went right over their heads. Aidan felt his gaze on him, and he stared back at him with furious intensity, of burning hatred, obsidian eyes gleaming red. X

Don't judge. The 'king' had lifted me up and sat me down on the water bed. I wiggled my bum and smiled lightly. The 'king' was kneeling in front of me inspecting my toe. It feels so good- the bed, of course. Duhh... I still wonder, though, why Kane and Kay called him 'king'. I mean, I'm pretty sure he isn't the king of America, 'cause we don't have a king. Smart, Kasey. Really smart. Maybe he's some kind of leader from a nerd group and they call him 'king'. And that explains the castle? Shit, no. You're right. I'm always right. Shut up, ho.

CHAPTER NINETEEN The King’s Birthday 2 Ashier sat on the throne, his posture regal and his gaze piercing as he watched the game unfold before him. The archers were skilled, their arrows hitting their intended targets with deadly accuracy. But his attention wasn't on the game itself. It was on the slaves who were forced to participate, their lives on the line for the entertainment of the royals.

my assistant said. “A high rank?” Lisa stated. “Yes.” she replied. “And, how long will this take?” “Sorry?” my assistant asked at my question. “The entire game.” “As long as required. There are three winners but only one royalty. Whoever catches the eyes of the King becomes his Queen automatically. She is the leader of the board.” she replied. “I see.” I replied with thoughts on the one that could lead me to my parents. The King. “The three winners are all breeders of aristocrats that wield power, right?” Lisa said in a curious tone.