Kings Requiem Novels & Stories

Kings International Church, Ikeja was filled with mixed circles of people from across the country and overseas too. Military officials in their uniforms and their various medals pinned to their clothes, stood in an angular row, saluting at the altar where his body lay. I felt an excruciating pang of agony overwhelm me as I took in the sight of his widow and only daughter. They were sitting at the front, using each other as a support for their tears. It was relieving though, at least they had shoulders to cry on, they had each other unlike Tayo and me.

I can't argue that it would be a bad thing if she were dead, since she clearly liked to cause trouble. "So you have traitors inside you own territory?" "We have since investigated everyone within the premises and those conspiring against me have since been slaughtered," he tells me simply. Instead of sounding guilty or regretful for what he is done. My stomach churns uncomfortably, the thought of Kailor's men viciously killing people due to their affiliation with Vaia making me want to be sick at the King's feet. None of them deserve a fate that...Final. "Tai really is nothing like you," I growl lowly, no longer frightened of what Kailor is capable of doing to m.

I reached out and turned the key. The melody that emerged wasn't complex. It didn't have the jade’s logic or the marble’s finality. it was a simple, three-note lullaby—the Frequency of the Soul. It was the sound of a wolf breathing in the snow; the sound of a fire crackling in a storm; the sound of a heartbeat in the dark. "This is it," I said, my eyes filling with tears. "The First King didn't want to rule the world, Félix. He wanted to Quiet it. He knew the resonance would eventually grow too loud for the heart to bear."

Noah recorded each order with precision. I walked to the window overlooking the city. Somewhere in those streets, Dorn was holding children who had no voice. I intended to give them one. “We need to solve all these matters in a week. The Canadian King's profile and Dorn are the targets we need to hit in a week, because both are connected to smuggling and I am sure they are the only two filth who have the treasure in their grip.” The word “treasure” left my lips, heavy and deliberate, carrying a weight no one in the room could perceive. My chest tightened, a coil of anger, protectiveness, and the raw sting of loss.

“Leo, Liam, stay with Silas. If I give the signal, you don’t look back. You head for the Northern border.” “We aren’t leaving you, Mama,” Leo said, his golden eyes glowing with a stubborn fire. “We are the Kings of the North. Kings don’t run from hunters.” I looked at my sons, pride and terror warred in my chest. They were only five, yet they stood with more dignity than the Alpha who had sired them. Inside the cathedral, the air was thick with the scent of lilies and expensive perfume. Killian stood at the altar, looking like a man walking toward a guillotine. Sienna was a vision in white lace, though the triumph in her eyes was sharp enough to draw blood.

Her words played like a recurring medley in my head as a jarring sound jolted me from my state of unconsciousness. I opened my eyes to see Lorna standing at the doorway, her expressionless countenance unsettling me instantly: “Giddy up, Vera, the Alpha King wants you accompanying him to the fringes of the county.” I slowly squirmed from the bed, had my bath and dressed in a ceremonial garb. Accompanying Lorna, we halted at the concourse which had a dozen vehicles waiting at the behest of King Sylvester. I got into the car and sat on the rear seat of the SUV alongside King Sylvester who exuded a visage that was unreadable.

He asked with a smile, “Montgomery, what brings you here?” Chief Montgomery saluted before he gravely handed Simon’s report to the old man. He said, “Pavilion Master, two kings of disciples have appeared in Hampton of Charbury and the Swords of Kingship have also appeared. The energy of one of them is already close to the highest critical value. There’s a possibility of the kingship power going berserk.” Hearing the words, the old man furrowed his pale brows. He took the report from Chief Montgomery and looked at it before asking, “Which two kings of disciples?”

He asked with the same soft voice. Vivian blinked her big eyes and answered "my name is Vivian Turner.. And your?" She asked back.. An unknown soft smile crept on his face "I am Alexander King.." Her eyes widened in surprise "you are King?" He nodded "yes.." With a pursing lips and confusing eyes, Vivian watched him carefully "Then where is your king dress?" For her King's should wear their expensive costumes how she has seen in cartoons and story books.. Alexander chuckled "I am the King without any King dress.."

I yearned for solace, a respite from the haunting memories that danced on the edges of my consciousness. I stood amidst shadows that whispered of tragedy, and the air bore the weight of an impending storm. In the dream, I wandered through the dimly lit halls, each step echoing with a melancholic resonance. The walls whispered fragments of a tragic story, painting images of a once-mighty king, now shrouded in an ethereal mist. The room, bathed in an otherworldly glow, revealed the lifeless form of King Liam lying on a bed of velvet. His regal countenance, now pale and serene, spoke of a departure that transcended the mortal realm.

The Royal family of the three kingdoms stood, along with their hands and personal guards, to go through a long route. The King and Queen entered the hall first and it was only then it dawned on her that she had never met the King. When she was finally allowed in, her breath hitched in her throat. The hall had been transformed into a rainbow wonderland. There were tables pushed to the wall with food piled atop them. There was a platform in the middle with instruments and musicians waiting for their cue. They were dressed in gold that reflected the light coming from the candles and torches that lit up the room.