Kings Requiem Novelas e Histórias

“I, Alpha Nicklaus Mickelson, reject you, Freya, a lowly slave, as my mate!” “No…!” I growled out in pain, holding my chest tightly. It hurts so much; my body trembles in shock. I raised my gaze up to Nicholas; at least he's been kind to me once. I hope that he wouldn't reject me as his brother did. I was already broken; another rejection will completely shatter me. “I, Alpha Nicholas Mickelson, reject you, Freya, a maid, as my mate and Luna!” “No… argh…” I cried hard, watching them leave after reciting the rejection vows.

And they were not allowed to speak without bowing. Not allowed to rise when I passed. Not allowed to breathe sass in my direction. Retribution, baby. The ceremony began with a spell-chime so elegant it sounded like ice shattering in a song. A High Chancellor stepped forward in his enchanted robes and bowed deeply. “Welcome… to Their Majesties, King Edric Moon and Queen Kyla Black-Moon. Long may they rule.” A chorus of voices echoed it. Forced. Reverent. Some stiff. Edric’s hand tightened around mine, like he knew the ghosts I was staring down.

No match for all that coldness and power that held nothing but terror pinned on him. “Hang him outside the eastern gate. Alive. Let vultures feed on him and let everyone here remember the cost of betrayal.” The words fell lightly from the king, like he hadn’t just sentenced someone to death. Evren’s empty stomach lurched as the collector shoved him forward while the guards dragged the nobleman out of the throne, his blood staining the Marble floor. “Your Majesty!” The collector muttered, falling on one knee, his head bowed. “StoneRidge’s tribute to the Crown,” the collector announced.

end", so all we saw was an empire that THOUGHT to be good, being dissolved by that God. An ending where you went to heaven and went your way as a saint, but the empire? People? Mortals? You couldn’t tell how they were and honestly, without a king, they were just chaos." I swallowed it hard. "The people of this world are lost, whether with Callisto or without Callisto, then... no. It is not easy, but it is not our problem either." "And what... would be our problem?" I heard myself ask and hated myself for it, hated myself for still caring. "Anything you want" Keir simply replied me, his lips bowed briefly "as long as you wish, we can do anything, even reign over these people, but... we are no

“Then promise me you’ll remember who you were before all of this.” She leaned forward until their foreheads touched. “I remember,” she whispered. “I remember you.” The intimacy of the moment—quiet, aching, restrained—hit harder than any kiss. Neither of them noticed the shift in the shadows beyond the warded door. Kade did not sleep. Kings rarely did when the ground beneath their throne began to move. He stood in the council chamber alone, hands braced on the long obsidian table. Candles burned low, their flames bending subtly inward—as if listening.

The strike severs more than flesh, it rips through essence, shredding the tether of his existence from the body he wears. Varein screams, a sound that splits the heavens, before his form begins to crumble, disintegrating into ash and void. His crown falls, shattering into nothing. But even as his body dissolves, his voice lingers, curling around my bones like poison. “Kings never truly die.” And then he is gone. I collapse to my knees, the roar of dragons fading into silence, the battlefield trembling in the aftermath of ruin. But all I can see is Kai’s blood.

We were there for a while as more people were rescued, they gave us food and water, it wasn't edible, but it was enough. After a few hours, Beta Ryder came forward and called for everyone to gather to be addressed by the king. A moment I had been dreadfully looking forward to. If I ever doubted his kingship or the monarchy before, now I don't. His eyes were red with bloodlust, probably from killing all night. I have never seen that shade of red and black in a pair of eyes before. He didn't need to try before his aura had us all bowing. For some reason, he seemed awfully familiar.

"We are here to see the King. The city is in chaos, and the kingdom is on the brink of war. We demand an audience." Roric bowed, a slow, formal gesture that was both a sign of respect and a subtle act of defiance. "Lord Valerius. Your presence is a comfort in these trying times. The King is… indisposed. He is overcome with grief and the stress of the recent calamities. He has retreated to his chambers to pray and seek the gods' guidance."

That, I shall cause. "Oh?" Says the other King. "Well, um, so...has any of the other Kings say when they'd be arriving?" I listen in. What does he mean by that? I think he means that the other Kings would still be coming here? Christ! I'd need to leave here unless I want to die. There's no way I'd survive not only been around just any Vampire, but all of the Kings and i don't even know how many there are. I think they are seven, though and trust me, I still can't remember from where I have heard that that made me think that. "And come to think of it, who knows maybe Cornelius is even here already with Raven and Cyrus, but they are out there, doing bloody god knows what." He finishes and huff

"Good morning, people of Toten Seelen, We are here for the annual cooking. Before we read out the rules, let's first greet the king and everyone else that we need to greet for being here today. So stand up, let's do that." Everyone stood up, including Reagan and Kingsley." "All bow for the king," Rowen shouted. "Long live the king," Everyone shouted, then bowed. "For Queen Elizabeth, long live the queen." "Long live the Queen!" we shouted, and the queen sat down. "For Prince Reagan, long live the prince," she shouted. "Long live the prince!" We shouted too, and Reagan sat down. "For Prince King Kingsley Long, live the prince." We answered her, and he sat down.