Kingsman Comic Books Novels & Stories

and the crowd parted for us. Everyone looked at Vittorio with respect. Fear. Hunger. He nodded once and kept walking. He held my hand, hard, and led me past them all. We didn’t stop at the ring. We kept going. He led me through another door. This one was velvet and gold. And entered a room of kings. The men here didn’t look like criminals. They looked like billionaires. Quiet. Calculating. Wearing silk like it was armor. Watching me like I was dessert.

But she was more astonished to see the other two men and one of them look, a foreigner. Mr Verma introduced his wife to Azlan and Daniel who merely nodded. "Actually, Mr Kings came here for a specific task. He belongs to the Royal family there in New york. You must have heard about Him in his business world and on international TV channels." Adhyunt said. With the speed of an arrow, Mr Verma recalled the memory when he used to watch and read business-related magazines including about the "Auracious Regal Kings". But the couple thought that why this Majestic King came here personally to their home.

What the heck? "Why?" He was dead serious this time. "Why don't you just kill me instead of locking me up? – just like what you did to my family" he continued. He saw how King stiffened. He didn't answer for a couple of minutes, and Kane thought he wouldn't say anything afterwards, but he's wrong. "The black diamond painting" It's as if he's starting a new conversation, Kane just decided to listen. King faced him again and he's now preparing the food to set the table. "We scanned it... There's no encrypted file hidden." He chuckled. "You got me there."

What was that about? I took a deep breath and began gathering my thoughts. "Then, ask me anything you want, Your Majesty." The king's expression softened, and he leaned forward slightly, making the conversation feel more personal. "I have been thinking ever since last night. Your blue eyes, your pale skin, and golden locks... All of those features seemed too uncommon for the people in my kingdom. You can barely see anyone even with lighter hair. And almost everyone's eye colors are dark. But yours... Perhaps... Do you hail from another kingdom? Are you a spy planted here to give away my kingdom's weakness?" King Lucian smirked knowingly, hoping to get the response he wanted from me.

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

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"

" Nope I haven't and Am not interested in seeing him " " Oops that hurts ,She's really not interested in seeing me ,how possible is that, ladies will kill themself just spend a night with me so what is she talking about ,I kept wondering Myself . " So tell me why don't you want to see him " " Nothing much it's just that am not a fan of the king and I will never be " " Don't you think that's harsh " " I Don't think so ,can I let you in on a little secret "

“KINGSMAN” “KINGSMAN” “KINGSMAN” Amidst the chants of the crowd, Jack was still able to keep his calm. Holding on to the weapon seen as the weapon of kings, Jack was akin to a war king. It had been so long since he last walked under the banner of his clan. How long had it been since he was last called by the name Kingsman, and not Jack? He looked calm on the outside, but his blood was boiling over. Soon he made his way over to the stage, and once he stood on it, the crowd went silent. He said nothing, nor did he do anything; however, his eyes told them everything. He may be unknown, but he was still a Lion King. His countenance, his aura, his very being was akin to that of the ruler of all b

I said and sit down in front of his desk. I hate traveling this far when so much is going on at home. Isla Martago is the last island I ever thought would call a meeting. Dwayne Isla Martago is the Lycan King and one of the oldest around, along with the new King Archer Isla Martago his son. They stick to themselves never really interfering into the shapeshifters world unless they have no other choice. “Dominic, you came alone?” Dwayne asked. Who was I supposed to bring with me? My daddy? Not going to fucking happen IM KiNG and I candle my shit on my own.