Novel & Cerita Kingsglaive Nyx Ulric

In response, Ulric offered a bitter smile, taking a seat inside my tent and confessing, "I know you're intelligent, and lying wouldn't help me hide things. Initially, my plan was to use you against Kristoff. I thought it could be effective against my brother. However, as I spent time with you and discovered our similarities, my intentions quickly changed. I abandoned the original plan to genuinely get to know you, and I'm glad I did. If not, i might have lost the chance to get a friend like you.” I felt Ulric's sincerity, though the truth he shared still stung. "My family continues to fight for the throne, but I refuse to be a malicious wolf and harm an innocent being like you," he admitted,

"And then I said, for what reason would he do something as foolish as that." The crowd roared in laughter as Ulric gave a senseless speech. He talked about how he had his son, the death of his wife, and some boring topics similar. He was only suppose to mention the main purpose of throwing the feast, but instead, he decided to beat around the bush. We secretly went through the plan, if you called Nila screaming Kerik out loud rather than properly referring me as Lady Bellatrix secretly. Or Richard's interrogation with me, after Bellamy had invited me to join them in front. Since the ballroom was quite large, with ceilings higher than other rooms, it wasn't really easy to sneak up on people's

Looking up I saw the Lycan king was holding the door open for me while one of his hands was extended for me to take. This was the first time I am looking at his face and not just his face I am looking at him. He looked like someone carved him out of a stone. He is tanned with sharp and defined jaws his eyes are the colour of Amber. He looked nothing less than a god but he looked kind of scary just like we have all heard about him, a ruthless killing machine. I stared at him before I got out of the car avoiding his hand. I wasn't interested in his help in any way he had done more than enough.

he started, voice breaking, hot with anger, and protectiveness. Jesse’s gaze cut him off. “Both of you…. Bow down.” Immediately… both of them dropped, trembling, and shaking. I could hear their hearts pounding in my ears. And then… He snapped his fingers. And his violet eyes immediately became pure silver. Those eyes! This color of eyes only… Only belonged to the Lycan King. I froze. My mouth went dry. Ryan and Aria shook violently. “You! Y-Your… Majesty…” they stammered.

"Yes, it is very real. Did you find someone who made you react like that?" The heat crept up my neck, tightening my throat. I locked my jaw, refusing to look at her. "It was just a midnight encounter. But afterward... everything feels wrong." "Like you lost a loved one, right?" I gave a single, tight nod. "Yes. And I don't know how to meet her again. I have no name. Just her features." Martina stood up, the softness vanishing from her face, replaced by the sharp authority she usually reserved for the council. "You are the Lycan King of the twelve districts, son. If you want to find a wolf in this territory, you can."

I feel shivers in my spine at the danger of it all I step keep moving until I am very sure he is around and there he is. King Alonso, ruler of the Alistair Lycan Kingdom, my best friend since childhood. But it is not really him anymore. The beast that stands before me is twice the size of a normal Lycan- just as a Lycan king should be.

He stood half-shrouded in shadow, his dark coat trailing behind him, pale hair swept back like golden blades, his presence calm but menacing as he watched us, his eyes locking onto mine across the distance, narrowing the world to just us. “You’re looking well,” Viktor said, his voice smooth as he stepped forward slightly, the shadows clinging to him. “Crescent’s color suits you.” Kael moved in front of me, his golden eyes going dark as he spoke, his tone a low growl. “You’ve got one chance to turn around.” “You’re bold, I like that. But I didn’t come here to fight,” Viktor said, his lips curving into a faint, indulgent smile as he tilted his head, his gaze still fixed on me. “Nyx.”

My brows are furrowed in confusion, my eyes darting between him and Carl, wondering what's going on. “I think you should come in or else, you'll be the one needing a defrost.” I don't say anything as I try to wrap my head around why I didn't think of the danger of helping a man in the woods. I don't even know his name. My eyes widen and as I open my mouth to speak, he beats me to it. “Ulric. Chief warrior of the NightMoor Pack.” He shakes his head at me. “You need to be more careful, you know. The woods are not safe.”

Their powers had to be terrifying! "Who's there?" Ulric clutched his broken arm and turned sharply to look in the direction of the woods. Sebastian exhaled softly. As soon as he had gotten out of the car, he had sensed Andreas' and Adam's energy nearby. He hadn't expected Andreas to be so ruthless. He had maimed Ulric with a single spiritual charm. To an apprentice of the Condulus Sect, losing an arm was like losing everything. After all, they had come to fame with their punches.

The True King spun around to face his nephew, his hands erupting with localized hurricanes of freezing, necrotic black magic. "You dare drop the sky on my kingdom?!" Silas didn't waste breath on a witty retort. He didn't monologue. He lunged. The Lycan King crossed the thirty feet between them in a single, terrifying blur of pure Alpha kinetic force. Valerius fired a massive volley of dark ice and shadow directly at Silas’s chest. Silas didn't dodge. He swung the massive broadsword in a brutal, two-handed arc, using the