Kings Of Quarantine Novels & Stories

"And Aris—or Daphne—don't wait for the next summit to show your hand. The world is much more fun when you have the right partner to explore with." I watched him walk away, the night air finally feeling clear. The thieves were in cells, the crown was back on the rightful head, and for the first time in three years, the road ahead wasn't a steep decline with broken brakes. It was wide open.

“And how will that work now that you’re fired?” “I was actually thinking about this last night, and I realized I made a mistake. I’ll go back to the king and apologize and–” “The King?” he cuts me off, his brows furrowing. Oh no! “He is the alpha king–” “Well not for long. That’s why I need him gone as soon as fucking possible. I’m supposed to be the alpha of this pack by now.” “Ryker, I understand that, and all I'm saying is–”

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.

There are many people who want to flatter Cyrus, but Cyrus is the type of person that hasn't waited for you to approach. Besides, he was extremely quiet, even Jason explained that he didn't dare to brag in front of him, so Claude followed him quietly. When the models arrived, they realized that they had to shoot not only commercials but also MVs, with the main theme song being "The King", sung by Bridget Elain. The entertainment world is full of cases of "crossing the field", Bridget Elain seems to have the heart to sing. This online game theme song, in other words, is the debut of his singing career. If only he gave up plenty of time to focus on this campaign.

"The first to hear the song of the valley. The first to wear the armor of the earth. I am the architect of the blood you carry, Alpha." "Why did you lock yourself in the quartz?" I asked, my medical mind racing. "The legends say the first King ascended to the stars. They don't say he buried himself in a tomb." Kaelen’s cosmic eyes darkened, the violet light dimming into a bruised, tragic purple. He looked around the cavern, at the shattered remains of his containment pillar. "It was not a tomb, healer," Kaelen said softly. "It was a quarantine." I stood up slowly, the clinical reality of the word chilling the hot air of the catacombs. In medicine, you do not quarantine the healthy. You quara

Karl:(speaks to himself)so king quitanus is here wonder what he wants (turns to the guard)tell him I will with him in a minute Guard:ok your majesty (turns and leaves) In the throne room Guard:he will be out in a minute King quitanus: okay Karl:(comes out of his room and goes into the throne room and sees king quitanus)king quitanus what an unexpected surprise, what are you doing here? King quitanus:am here to ask for a treaty stating that you won't attack Saturn but make it a regent planet Karl: now why would I do that?please tell me what I would need to make Saturn a regent when I could just conquer it and obliterate it from the cosmos seeing as it is taking space King quitanus: please I b

For me. I weave through the crowd like I own the damn place, which I do, technically, and plant myself at the head of the scarred oak table in the back room. The Cursed Kings are already posted up, leather cuts gleaming under the neon beer signs. King and Caleb, the twin prez duo, sit side by side like mirror images of trouble, same ink, same scars, same smirk that says they’ve broken more laws than most men have teeth. Between them, perched on the table’s edge like she’s the queen of both their worlds, is their old lady, Queenie. One woman, two presidents. Club legend says they share everything. I believe it.

"You guys can stay out here,' Keith said to the guards. Then we walked into the office and closed the door. "Okay, what is it you wanted to talk to us about that was so important to risk not only your lives but the lives of your pups as well?" Keith asked as he sat next to me. "There are rumors going around the Rogue Community saying that King Jacob and Queen Alice are planning on releasing another video today that will prove you are not worthy of being Queen," Jonathan said. I looked over at Keith to see him already looking at me. "Do you think they are telling the truth?" Keith asked through mind-link

Quinn scowls and presents his wrist and purses his lips while Ryker inserts his fangs. "Stop with the pleasure fucker. You're giving me a boner," Quinn growls squinting his eyes. Ryker chuckles around his fangs and stops messing with his friend. He finishes with his snack and licks his fangs clean as Quinn adjusts his pants. "You're such a fucking asshole Ryker," Quinn growls as he approaches the intercom. "We are here on behalf of Keran the unseelie king," Quinn spoke into the speaker. They watched as the iron gate slid open.

“She carries the Mother’s blessing. The True King will seek her … after he is awaken. His children has already began preparing for his return.” Unable to respond to such nonsense, Niquel could only tighten his fists. “What are you talking about?” he said through gritted teeth. “The True King, the Mother of Fertility … a bunch of fabricated stories that were made to make us feel like we were more than an accident in this world. Solaris makes no mistakes. He alone rules the skies.”