Kingsman Comic Book Novels & Stories

: She sobbed greatly but it didn't make any difference; It never did. *************** Aiken drank thirstily from the water guard, feeling so relieved because he'd really needed one after that long race with the archer. "If they tried to kill him, then it means these guys are monitoring us and knows our every moves" Princess Martha stated observingly as she stood in front of him with Roseline and the King. "But who could it be?" Roseline asked timidly. "The same people that wants to kill me?" "It's obvious" Martha concurred. "They know you're bonded to the King and are trying to kill you, and they also know we'd found a solution and were on our way to get him. So, they tried to kill him!"

• • • • King Williamson or Williams of the Aqua Kingdom • • • • ~ ~ A vast kingdom but not as vast as the Solis and the Caelum kingdom and far away from them. However, greater than the Terre Kingdom and made up of great warriors ~ ~ It was late, and King Williamson was in his bedroom preparing to go sleep when his Kingsman Tommy barges in, "My king, you went for me." "How is the princess?" King Williams asks as he moves towards his bed and sits down while looking at Tommy.

And Tony keeps the spoon he was using to eat on the table as they concentrated knowing that the king must be talking about the chaos books. "Do you know anything about it please?" Minsk asked as the king smiles deadly and take a cut of meat from his plate of food and chew for a few seconds. "Talking about the chaos books? I have connections that can get you the 24books of chaos with just 24hrs" The king said as Minsk and Tony stares at each other as Minsk took a fruit there and take a bite. "Then you can consider your job done? But atacking that guy we need to prepare ourselves for that"

“You don’t want to make an enemy out of me.” His smirk faltered. Good. I returned to my seat with a smirk of my own. Lindsay leaned close and whispered, “You handled them.” Barely,” I muttered, though a flicker of satisfaction burned inside me. Kingsman presented next, and the contrast was obvious. They were eager, bright, but inexperienced. Their models lacked depth, their language rehearsed. Still, I had to admit, better this than Morgana’s underhanded theatrics. They were green, yes, but genuine. And in some twisted way, I respected that.

The assassins on my tail had been taken care of and Cross had become silent for the time being. Yet an hour ago, work called in the form of Javier hitting up my phone with an urgent report. Charles Kane, resident entitled billionaire and womanizer, was demanding to see me. The ego on him rivaled Mount Everest, but his corrupt personality made it easier to do business with him. Not everyone in his circle wanted to be associated with the mafia, after all. The man sat across from me, and the room had the thick scent of cigarette smoke permeating it, which I knew Kane was responsible for.

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.

I let out a sharp whimper, curling into myself, but a hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head back. “Look at the King,” a guard hissed. My blurred vision slowly cleared and my eyes collided with a pair of dark, blue eyes across the room. He was seated on a throne that looked like it was meant for the devil. I looked at his face and chills shot down my spine when I finally recognized him. It was The Lycan King, Alpha Zenith. What could I have possibly done wrong to be thrown in front of the King, known for being incredibly cruel and ruthless?

Nurul Islam stroked Abrar's hair and began: "Once there was a king. His son was very honest. His grandson was even more honest. One day, the uncle came and said, 'I want the throne of the kingdom. If you want to save your grandson's life, you must fight...'" The room grew dim; everyone's eyelids grew heavy. But Arian knew—he would have to stay awake through the night. Because old enemies do not sleep, and they were now running after Abrar.

Andrew smiled while taking his bowl, and we sat side by side enjoying our bowl of ice cream. "He told you his name. He never tells anyone his name, his first name, or anything really. " "Why doesn’t he ?" "He’s the king; he doesn’t need a reason to do what he does." I ended up choking on my ice cream, becoming a slurping and gagging pitiful thing, Andrew flung himself off the chair and was beside me once again with a glass of water. He was the king, Killian was the king. Of course, only I could be foolish enough to fall for the king, but why would he look so young? He’s over a thousand years old! "