Novel & Cerita Kings Row Novel

Dawn finds me perched on the kitchen window ledge, shivering not only from the cold but from everything that happened the night before. The village wakes slowly beneath me, its people moving with quiet resignation, bound by routine and necessity. My hands are numb, and I cannot stop replaying the moment Kellan’s palm closed around the scrap of blue Rowan had left behind. I had imagined Rowan’s return differently - like the triumphant hero in stories. Instead, he is gone, leaving behind only an ache, a hollow space where hope used to sit.

Nova selected a book of ancient poetry while Kieran found a collection of old maps showing how Blackthorn had changed over the centuries. As they settled into comfortable chairs beside the fireplace, silence filled the room. Not an awkward silence. The kind that only existed between two people who had learned to find comfort simply by sharing the same space. Outside, the weather began to change. The peaceful snowfall gradually gave way to dark clouds rolling over the mountains. By evening, fierce winds swept across the kingdom. Snow lashed against the palace windows. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Captain Rowan entered the library. "Your Majesties."

He looks around the room like he’s admiring architecture. “My King,” Rowan says brightly. “How gratifying. You finally joined the game.” The King steps forward until they’re nearly face to face. “This isn’t a game,” the King says, voice low. “It’s an execution that hasn’t happened yet.” Rowan’s smile widens. “That depends who survives the night.” The King doesn’t react. He just turns to the table, where Nate is already writing with swift, controlled strokes. Nate presses Rowan’s K seal into wax with a firm hand.

The Kings were in another mansion of theirs. They came here the moment Rose revealed the truth to them. It was night time and everything was dark inside. Even the room where the Kings were at the moment was dark. However, it was nothing compared to the amount of darkness which the Kings were carrying inside their heart. It was the most terrifying thing in the entire world. Zachariah puffed out the smoke, a cigarette was there in between his lips, his fingers holding onto it. It calmed down his senses but didn't help to slow down the fire which was burning inside him.

She took a deep breath before pushing open the door, her limbs once again shaking. Inside the room was two men, and a woman. She was certain that the man in the middle, a man only a few years older than her, at the head of the table as they all sat around, was the King. He had shaggy black hair, and was lazily lounged out, with his feet in another chair. However, just as she realized that the wonderful scent of a warm fireplace seemed nearly overpowering in here, his eyes snapped up to hers, and she saw the depths of his amber eyes. She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long.

“And loyalty is only as good as the fear that holds it.” Rowan’s gaze flickered for a second, but he didn’t argue. He bowed his head and left without another word. The silence returned, heavier than before. I rose from the chair and crossed the room to the balcony. The curtains swayed with a slow draft, the faint chill brushing across my neck as I stepped outside. Below, the courtyard shimmered in the pale morning light. Soldiers drilled in formation. Servants moved between the halls, carrying water, bread, and messages. It was all routine — predictable, disciplined, controlled.

CHAPTER 166 ROWAN Rowan still lay on the blood-stained floor, his body burning with unnatural heat. Sweat soaked through his clothes. His skin was flushed deep red, and every breath came out shaky and too fast. The three kings were the same. Dante, Lucien, and Kade had collapsed beside him, their bodies radiating heat like they were fighting a fever that no normal medicine could touch. None of them moved. Their eyes stayed closed.

Alexei threw himself wholly into the demands, both penance and distraction. Yet late at night, wandering the silent halls alone, his composure cracked. He started at shadows, imagining vengeful ghosts. A cold distance grew between him and Katrina in their bed, the gulf of experiences separating them now. Seeking wisdom, Alexei cloistered himself in the royal library one dreary evening and pulled down accounts of past rulers. He read of victories celebrated and struggles relegated to dusty pages. But nowhere did he find solace for the haunted ruler who won the day, at steep cost.

Clio said and Erica nodded with an impressed look on her face. “That sounds so magical, So, Dominic is the king of Heaven?” she asked and Jenny nodded, “Yes, we learned about all of this in last ten years since we are here. The ‘Book of Kingdoms’ contain it all,” she said and raised two fingers at the shelf, “Give me the ‘Book of Kingdoms’” she said in commanding manner, the books moved and a book in black color moved out of a shelf and floated in front of them, the book floated to the table and was placed on it elegantly. Erica whistled lowly, “Will I be able to do that?” she asked as she touched the book, the velvet covering it was so soft and silky. She had never touched a more expensive

Someone spoke. “Exactly! Is he really your mate? Goddess I’m so jealous. I guess we have one more person off the bachelor’s list.” I managed a fake smile as my eyes found him, sitted among a few other Alpha’s. As if noticing my gaze, he looked in my direction and I quickly averted my eyes, pretending to talk to the others as I tried to steady my heart rate. This was strange for me. “By the way, I heard the King is on his way.”