Las Cadenas Del Rey Novels & Stories

Their eyes were filled with rage because we appeared to be disadvantaged earlier, but now, they have no choice but to obey my mother's condition. Queen Marayca immediately stepped forward and immediately looked up while uttering the words. "I am queen Marayca of Nordalez." Her companions immediately followed her and looked up to the sky to speak the same words. "I am queen Elena of Salizte." "I am king Ozyrus from the kingdom of Berbantes." "I am the king of Calixtas, King Arthur." "I am king Zakarias the ruler of Les Padas." "We pledge not to disturb the kingdom of Zecillion and their people!" they said in unison, and the sky darkened as if it had suddenly turned night.

Evelyn We’re halfway across the prairie, the Royal Guard poised as we approach them, the rebel werewolves fleeing in every direction behind us, when I finally say, “Please tell me you have antidote on you.” A few arrows fly from the Royal Guards, presumably taking down werewolves trying to head back into the camp. “The Royal Guard is a symbol more than anything else,” Alexander says. “We all know I am what the rebels truly fear. I cannot reveal that I’m wounded or this whole thing falls apart.”

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

God. "Hey! There's talk that we have a new King?" at the same time Lavisha and I immediately turned to our side. "Yes, that's true. Do you remember that the former King Gatlin allegedly had a Son? Then, our ancestors allegedly cursed his Son, because King Gatlin loved someone and he broke the law." the People had gathered and I could see the shock on their faces. "Then, they even say that the Cursed Son of the former King turns it into a wolf when it comes to twelve o'clock in the morning," I could no longer bear it.

"Your father, Greatest King Ramos has died a while ago, My Lord." "W-what? What did you just say?" Moriah flinched, grabbing the roll from his hand. "The Royal Committee is going to ring the Death Bell now. Pardon me, My Lord," he bowed again and left the place hurriedly. Then, the Death Bell would be rang for eight times for the heavenly decease of King Ramos Callan. Each time of the sacred rings represents the eight kingdoms of the world, for the sacrifice of his soul. Moriah covered his ears when he heard the rings of the Death Bell, because he just came across that he was in grave danger.

" when do you begin your journey?" "In a week. At Dawn." "You will stay at the castle till then." It wasn't a question "Thank you, your majesty." " Ànemos, please speak to Marietta, she will take care of it." " yes your majesty." "You may both leave." They both bowed their heads briefly and turned to leave, leaving the king alone in his throne room, his heart heavier than he'd ever known it. ****

While Reagan was focused so intently on Haden, Lanna squeezed my arm, "The Luna ceremony, do you know the customs?' she whispered discretely, with urgency in her tone. I nodded, though my eyes were still glued to Haden and Reagan. Reagan looked ready to attack, but held back, seeming to struggle to control his violent urges. "Nightfall," he spat, "were a mistake. A filthy, disgusting mistake, that continues to pollute the royal bloodline.. MY BLOODLINE!" He stared unblinkingly at Haden, sitting l appearing consumed by both rage and madness. "But we will fix that," he continued, with a gleefully insane kind of laugh, "Oh, we will fix that so beautifully, won't we, my darling little sister?" H

Over to the next image, "He successfully defeated them with the swipe of his sword and sent them back into the dark abyss where they belonged" "But it was too late, as they had already cursed him. A powerful spell they said, one born from their sacrifice, swept over the king and consumed him. The king was therefore cursed never to have a child and for His kingdom to come to ruins in a raging, consuming flame once his time was up." In the next image, "The King travelled far and wide in an attempt to break this curse, but no one could help him. He studied day and night, prayed and practiced all sort of sorcery, but nothing could help him".

His whole face arranged itself into a deep frown. He was seated on his throne with one leg crossed over the other. His boots were polished to a shine. His clothes were all black and expensive and fit him perfectly. In his hands he held a scroll, unrolled and open, and his eyes were moving across the page from left to right, left to right, like he was reading about something far more interesting than his own missing son. The two trackers bowed immediately. Their knees hit the cold stone floor with a sound that echoed through the big empty room. Their heads dropped low, so low that their foreheads almost touched the ground. They stayed that way, frozen and waiting, until the king decided to ac