Las Cadenas Del Rey Novels & Stories

It was the King's Beta. “Beta Caden,” my father rasped. Caden’s face was unreadable, his steps steady as he approached. In his hands he carried a scroll bound with the royal seal. The room fell silent in that moment, with the only sound the creak of my father’s chair as he straightened. Astrid stiffened at my side, her breath sharp. I felt the same fear twist in my gut. It looked like the King had sent his punishment for us. Caden stopped in the center of the hall. His voice was deep, commanding. “By decree of His Majesty King Alaric, a special title is to be conferred.”

The mournful howls of the pack rose in response, a haunting melody that echoed through the clearing. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the gathering, the king's body, draped in ceremonial garments, was laid upon the stone monument. His majestic form, even in death, exuded an aura of power and dignity. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized the weight of his responsibility and the immense task that awaited Kaden as his rightful heir.

how can he do this to me! I was about to say it when the door buzzed. He stood up and went to it. While he walked , I got to observe his physique. Napalunok ako habang tinitignan kung paano siya maglakad. It was captivating. His walk was that of a King. A ruler. A sovereign. He opened the door and received the teas and went back to his chair. "Now, let's continue." he said and smirked again. "You are the father." natigilan siya and he looked at me with disbelief and his eyes loomed dark.

And then her Father. She sighed. A lot had happened without her knowledge but she was suffering for them all. The noise died down and when Selena would lift her heavy head, she realized their King had sat down already, hence the quietness. "I welcome you all to this wonderful gathering," he greeted and they responded with screams of joy. "It is in my best interest that I say, congratulations on accomplishing our first goal. Courtesy of our master, Krepe." Murmurings arose but they intensified when Cadmus sat on the floor and Krepe walked in with his eyes lined with black color, dark eyes, black overall coat, and boots. He held a chain that had been tied around Cadmus and he took his seat on

she finally asked. “Our Palace.” Her head snapped toward me. “That entire thing?” I laughed. “Yes.” “Damian.” “What?” “That is not a house.” “No.” “That's a fucking village.” I laughed harder. “She definitely likes it,” Bruce said. Morgan turned back toward the window. And then I saw it. The nerves. They appeared subtly. Her fingers tightened together in her lap. The wonder in her eyes remained, but something heavier joined it. Reality. Queen. Kingdom. Palace.

I remained silent, gritting my teeth in frustration. She leaned closer, her voice dripping with curiosity, as she hung from the steel chains. "So, darling, what happened between you and Leo, to land you in this charming place?" My pride was wounded, but I couldn't help but respond, "That's none of your business." Cassandra only chuckled, her laughter a haunting sound, her curiosity was relentless. She leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with intrigue. "Oh, come on, Isadora, we have plenty of time down here. Spill the beans. What happened between you and our dear king?"

One of the men that had taken you replied. "The king’s son is coming today." The other man stated as he watched you with sinister eyes. "Make sure she looks presentable." They strip the blinds away. Adjusting to the dim, torch lit room, you notice the stack of wet hay flooding the rough floor as well as the misty dark metal. You start to panic. How on earth did you end up in a dungeon! Looking up in horror, you noticed something fairly odd about the men. They all seemed to protrude long canine teeth that resembled those fangs of a vampire.

However, she didn't see any reason why she should concern herself with what happened to strangers. "You gotta try harder to change my mind." She looked up at him. "Look at the last picture." Alexander replied. Athena did what he said and abruptly stopped. Her breath was caught in her throat as she focused on the last picture. There were no corpses in it, but it made her skin crawl as she stared at it. In the picture, there was a cauldron lit with fire, it was filled with blood. She didn't need anyone to tell her whose blood was it.

I hear a roar and then the girl screams again. I cover my ears but I can't block out the sound. It rattles me to my core and twists like a knife in my chest. Victory howls from the wolves soon join the princess' cries in a heart-wrenching symphony, echoing through the canyon and informing every last dragon that their greatest fear has finally been realized: The King is dead. *** My eyes fly open in panic. My chest tightens and suddenly I can't breathe. "Ash!" I can't see anything. It's all a blur of lights and colors.

he reveals, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. My reaction is immediate, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected twist in the night. Penelope, the revelation hangs in the air, and a surge of anticipation electrifies the atmosphere. The royal balls, as I affectionately call them, tighten in a blend of surprise and delight. Penelope, a hot mamasita, makes her presence felt in the grandeur of the elite club, an unexpected turn in the tapestry of the night's possibilities.