Kings Requiem Novels & Stories

“Your Majesty…I bring into your presence Katarina D’Basille, the demon that has been claimed by Prince Ruben, as requested.” Kat caught the eye of one of the women who was lying just in front of her. Her eyes were sad and held a resigned to fate expression that Kat recognised well as a reflection of her own up until just lately. Kat noticed that all the women had identical collars around their necks that held the King’s regalia and colours of red, black and gold. Kat startled when the King spoke. “Thank you, General.” His voice was incredibly deep, like a neutral growl permanently in it but it hit you like a smooth cascade of water washing over you and tickling your skin. “And the chains?” H

Although peace was impossible as long as he was around her, maybe a little acceptance would ease the disastrous thoughts that wrecked her within. His dark gray orbs never once left her veiled face that hid the beauty which resembled the golden hour. His cold hands delicately held onto her warm ones that were gradually turning cold as well as both of them faced each other. One was shamelessly gawking and the other one found the floor quite interesting when the priest started. Before the priest could even finish his lines Ragnar was already saying 'I do' like a mantra. The people in the hall were left quite surprised after witnessing their immortal king being so eager but they laughed it off a

"That's going to get you killed." "Being an optimist is the only reason you’re still breathing," Julian retorted, pushing open the heavy oak doors to the King’s private chambers. The scene inside was pure nightmare. The King sat on a chair of twisted iron, his frame gaunt, his robes hanging off him like funeral shrouds. His eyes were wide, staring at a point in space that didn't exist for anyone else. Around him, the air shimmered with an oily, translucent film—the literal manifestation of the Black Spring’s influence.

Chapter 95: The Royal Entreaty The day of the Royal Entreaty had finally arrived, a day that held the hopes and ambitions of men from every corner of the kingdom. From noble lords to esteemed knights, wealthy merchants, and even commoners of exceptional merit, they all gathered at the southern grounds of the imperial palace, a vast and majestic space where the kingdom’s finest had once trained and competed. The grounds were meticulously prepared for the occasion, banners bearing the royal crest fluttered in the breeze, and the marble pavilions gleamed in the morning sun. It was a setting worthy of the historic event that was about to unfold.

The scent of rosemary threaded cold through the iron. “I should have been here,” he murmured. “I should have… Mother, I...” A second wave of boots. A new scent, starch and ink and candle wax: the Lord Chamberlain. “Your Highness,” came the voice from the door, unsteady, “you must come. The King...” Kael looked up slowly. The Chamberlain swallowed. “The King is dead.” The room lurched. For a heartbeat Kael couldn’t understand the shape of the words. Dead was a syllable that could cut a mother. Dead was a sword you put in a father’s hand and taught him to swing. Dead did not belong to both.

he said quietly, “if the Elders find out—” “They won’t,” the king replied calmly. His voice was terrifying in its control. “This ritual is forbidden,” Joe whispered. “The price—” “I know the price.” Joe swallowed hard. “It will take something from you. Something permanent.” The king didn’t hesitate. “I have already lost everything,” he said. Silence swallowed the room. Joe stepped back. The king raised his hand. The runes along the floor ignited instantly, glowing blood-red as ancient magic awakened. The candles flared higher, shadows twisting unnaturally against the walls.

Corine begs her brother, clasping her hands together like in a prayer. "CORINE, DO HAVE A DEATH WISH?" ********** Minister Kingsley dash to the King's room. He sprints, looking like being chased by someone deadly. He bangs his hands to knock on the door of the King while shaking the doorknob. "YOUR HIGHNESS!!! IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP!!!" The doorknob clicks as the King opens the door while rubbing his eyes. "YOUR HIGHNESS! YOU-" Before Kingsley could finish his sentence, Hedery hums in exhilaration, pulling Kingsley's body closer to him, to sway their bodies together with the pace of his hum.

Their head nodded in responds. E.J closes his eyes as he chanted. "O magic that bring life, come unto me. Hear my plea. I call upon you; Lumen phoenixous" A sudden red blinding yet soothing light appeared and encloses the seven kings. Their body lifted off from the floor ground as it settles in the mid air. A huge red hue blinding colour like a shape of phoenix wrapped the seven kings. Suddenly purple hue colours came out of their bodies. It was of Sattierre colours of magic.

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

— “Your Majesty, Princess Aesira, and Princess Eudora request a private audience.” The King waves to his knight, a gesture of approval. Clad in his black mourning clothes, the King was not on his throne, but in his humble settee inside his chambers. Tonight, he was just a father mourning his late daughter. May her soul find peace. The doors open and his two daughters, in their own mourning clothes, enter the room. Both had solemn expressions, but he could see the resolute determination through their eyes. He gestured for them to take a seat in front of him. The tension in the air was palpable. He knew the two were not here to console him, no matter how kind they are.