Kings Requiem Novels & Stories

After all, if we could find reason enough, the King could demand the pack to reveal all of their secrets or face the King's army. "Alpha Fin" stated the wolf who lead us to the packhouse. "I present Alpha Cyrus Astor and Beta Dante Clifford of the Golden Moon pack." I looked at each person's face to assess their emotions determined to find their tells. Those on the lower step showed interest in who we were. The Golden Moon pack was the King's pack after all. His royal court and warriors predominantly came from them. Being Alpha and the King's next of kin, I was also next in line for the throne. Our presence didn't seem to phase the Alpha and Luna. Their faces were passive showing no em

" Sorry for keeping you waiting the king will be with you shortly ,He had an important meeting to attend , But please feel free to place your order and I will have it delivered to you right away " " Oh no thank you am fine " how can I take anything, When I don't even know if the king will ask for my head and besides this is the first time in my life am coming face to face with the king ,I really don't know my fate ,So I decided to say a short prayer in my heart . " Dear Zeus, I know am a crazy child but please don't let me die for what I know nothing about , At least guard me just this once please "

"You really think this is the heir, then?" "We're pretty sure of it," Zahaynei said, speaking with confidence. "Can't arrest him now, though," Zahaynei told him, releasing his arm. "We need a good clip of this." "The trial." "Yes. That... and they want the Seer, but I'm not sure she'll come." "You mentioned reforms," Blackridge reminded him, his dark, steely eyes fixed forward. "Tell me about them." "Simple," Zahaynei told him. "So long as these Kingsmen serve the High King of Himmel, we will never have their allegiance to the throne. You know. Even their sacred texts have the stories of Palmiere and his exploits. They still maintain his divine right of rule."

Atticus said. For a brief moment the image of Mahan flashed in Naham's head. It was a few months after the Queen had passed, and his father came back, begging his dad for forgiveness and to be his again. It wasn't until the king left that his dad explained why the king was kneeling. It had many meanings. One was to beg for forgiveness, and another was when an Omega was scared of him and distressed. He made himself as small as possible, kneeling, which was something a king never did. It showed that small and weak person that he meant no harm and never would. It was a ritual and a vowel of protection from the king.

"Thus the two kings were born." "The 1st king" he pointed to the left side of the centerpiece of the bracelet showing a man in a white robe and a golden crown with his hands raised to something that looked like a green flame. "The peace/wisdom king (Uchendu). And the 2nd king" he pointed to the right of the same centerpiece to show a man in a red outfit with the same posture and crown as the one on the left. "The warrior king (Obiagu)". Both kings looked like mirror images of each other and both raised their hands to the same green sun in the middle of the bracelet as if they worshiped it.

“No more markets. No more source. No more city. Either we burn it now, together, or Morton’s dog and her lock-man don’t walk out with the heart of this place.” Vora laughs weakly from the floor. “That was almost a speech.” Renn does not look at her. Her eyes are on me. “Choose, murderer-source.” The relic pulses. My hand answers. Damian’s hand answers mine. Below us, Leo’s broken clock restarts on every wall at once. 00:39:59. Steam wets my eyelashes. For half a second every king in the room is blurred, which feels more honest than seeing them clearly. 00:39:58. The Director says, “How efficient. Three kings in one trench.”

Most kids get taught all about the kingdom and the kings in school before they are shipped to a pet shop or a blood bank. "No, the ruler of the vampires and shapeshifters are twin kings. Both born hybrid both vampire and wolf. Well technically they arent the kings yet since they havent found their mates yet but they run pretty much everything. The twin kings are the strong hybrids I'm the kingdom" Said reese to tammy then look back at mark. "The heathen is the ultimate hybrid with all their strength and none of there weakness, there is no way a common hybrid could kill it even if they were the kings" Snapped reese.

He nodded his head and I shift back landing softly on the heavy tree trunk “What did you see?” Faran asked. I leaped down and walked towards the rest of the warriors belowground. Will came out of the shadows and followed my Killian. The Seelie king war his gold armor and the dark viridian tunic of his kind. His helmet although ancient had golden wings sticking out of both sides. Killian on the other hand looked relaxed despite his minimalistic clothing choice, “They’ve passed the graveyard,” I say looking at all of them carefully to keep my voice low enough to not arouse suspicion.

His choice. I forced my chin up. The crown at my temple felt heavier than usual. My heartbeat was a secret I tried to bury beneath the music. At the far end of the hall, upon the high dais, he sat. Kael. The King. Every inch of him looked carved in shadow and gold. He wore no crown tonight, only a simple black tunic trimmed in crimson, the fabric drawn tight across his chest. His gaze found mine before I had even reached the second pillar. He didn’t smile. He didn’t need to.

"You sat in Cain Calloway’s chair, Eli. People have seriously been kicked out of the program for less. Okay, that’s a lie, but still. You basically told the king of the school to kick rocks. Do you even know who they are?" "The Calloways," I said, shrugging. "I saw the names. Rich, I assume?" "Rich?" Petra laughed, making this high-pitched sound that drew looks from a group of passing freshmen. "Their family basically owns half of this state, Eli. They’re huge legacy students—like, their great-grandfather built the library. Cain is the intense one, and Cole is the one who looks like he’s constantly plotting something sketchy. They don't talk to people, and they definitely don't let people st