Kings Requiem Novelas e Histórias

A couple of minutes later, we were en route to the Werewolf Cathedral where a brief ceremony would be held before Sabrina's casket would be taken to the cemetery to be buried. When we got there, people had already started arriving in their numbers. The high priest who was officiating the ceremony was standing at the podium. As soon as he sighted us making an entrance, he immediately commanded, "All rise as we welcome His Majesty, King Richard, and His Luna, Queen Athena." Everyone in the cathedral rose to their feet and bowed in greeting, "Long live the King, Long live the Queen." Richard waved a hand in acknowledgment. The first two rows of seats were empty. They had been reserved for us. T

Just left. "Should I go after him?" Grace asked me. "No," I said. "Let him grieve. Let him be angry. He's earned it. We all have." After the funeral, the Kethros king requested meeting. One last time before leaving. I went. With Grace. With Reaper. Without Phoenix. He refused to see them. The king looked different. Humbled. Broken in his own way.

Three days had passed since Queen Emilia's burial, and the people of the east adhered to their cherished custom of bidding farewell to their departed loved ones in a final act of remembrance and celebration of their lives. The hall was adorned with delicate floral arrangements, their fragrant scents mingling with the soft glow of candlelight. At the front of the hall, a towering dais held the ornate golden throne, a symbol of power and authority. King Fredrick, still grappling with the weight of his grief, stood tall and regal beside it, his eyes pensive yet resolute. The murmurs and whispers swirled throughout the room as the guests awaited the commencement of the ceremony. Among the attend

And no one can change that. Not even their Mate. Well this what the whole supernatural thinks. "Kings." All people present inside the hall greeted the kings. Their head bowed as a sign of respect to them. "Welcome Kings. We all are truly honoured to be invited in the ball to find our Queen. I pray from the bottom of my heart that we would find our Queen this time. We all are greatly thankful and honoured to have you both as our Kings." The Vampire elder said as he bowed down to the Kings.

“I look around me tonight and see the best of the best, Kings and queens amongst shifters. Mike may hold the title of royal beta, but he stepped in as acting king twice now. And Tobias, you turned down the Alpha position of the Kodiak Kingdom to serve Mathias, the king of kings. Rhett has proven he is the king of hunters and Finn is a king in his own right. “To me, you are all kings. Knight of the chosen one or not, you are all the Queen of shifter's Kings and rightly deserve to be treated as such.” “The Queens Kings,” Kellen says. “The Queens kings,” Mike repeats followed by Hunji, Finn, Tobias, Rostam, and Crimson. “And queens!” Morgan pouts. “Yes, and queens.” I chuckle at Morgan who I kn

Damian rose gently, slowly, powerful, regal. His coat shifted with the movement. His presence expanded, filling every inch of space. Ronan stepped forward, voice booming with pride. “LONG LIVE THE KING!” Kyle joined in next. Then the council. Then the elders. Then all of us. “LONG LIVE THE KING! LONG LIVE THE KING!” The hall vibrated with the chant, with power and with devotion. Damian turned his head, just slightly, until his eyes found mine. He did not smile. But he didn’t need to.

Motionless. On his knees. Watching. Listening. Accepting every word. Every tear. Every wound. Because this was the price of regret. And for the first time in his life— The mighty Ice King understood that some sins were too large to erase. No amount of power. No amount of money. No amount of apologies. Could ever make them disappear. All he could do now— Was stay. And hope she would one day allow him the chance to prove he had changed.

--- Thirty minutes later, we arrived at the palace gates. The sight of the towering golden crest of the werewolf monarchy was as familiar as ever, yet I barely spared it a glance. The chief of staff was already waiting. "Alpha King Daxton, Lord Cassian. Welcome. His Majesty is expecting you." We followed him inside, our footsteps echoing against polished marble floors. The grandeur of the palace had never impressed me; it was excess wrapped in gold. In the grand sitting room, the chief of staff offered us drinks. I waved it off. "No need."

Alpha Kings from distant kingdoms arrive with their entourages, and servants announce each royal family with booming voices. At the very front of the hall sits King Damien upon an elevated throne at the High Table. He wears magnificent black ceremonial robes trimmed with silver fur, the fabric emphasizing his powerful build. A jeweled crown rests upon his dark hair, catching the light. His expression remains calm and unreadable, a mask of royal command. Royal guards stand silently behind him, hands on their swords. One by one, nobles approach to bow and greet him.

Twenty-six days left. I’ve bled all four Kings now. I’ve seen three deaths. I know what Kain built me for. Three Kings must die. One becomes mine. But Kain’s 1% says I can keep the one that matters. I just have to survive long enough to take his crown.