Las Cadenas Del Rey Novels & Stories

Raphael stopped in his tracks and glared angrily at Cadmus. "It's Prince Raphael for you, Cadmus. Don't forget that you became a temporary king only because you married my mother. How dare you question me?" he snapped angrily. Cadmus became uncomfortable. He is the second husband of queen Irina. They don't have any physical intimacy. Cadmus is the younger brother of Cadmian, who is the real king of the Raven clan and Raphael's father. Cadmian passed away when Raphael was only fifteen years old, too young to take the throne and rule a clan.

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

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.

Alex becomes more curious to know what does his master have that can save his master from his royal highness anger and punishment. As much as he knows , once his royal highness gets angry no one can save him/ her or that person . The one who betrays his royal highness will be punished until he / she regrets to there death.

Locros and Jacob were playing tic-tac-toe under the table, and I almost closed my eyes when I heard them. I was about to fall asleep when the Queen finally said, "Now, on to the main topic of today's session," This grabbed all of our attention at once. I had to blink a few times to keep from falling asleep as the Queen spoke. "We're almost at the Calantha Ceremony," she said. I sat up straight when she said that. Now, my heart was pounding hard in my chest. I thought the Queen gave me a small look from time to time.

My hands trembled as I reached for the remote, turning on the TV for some distraction, only to feel my heart sink. On the screen was the Averelle royal crest. My family’s crest. A reporter stood in front of it, microphone in hand. “Breaking news: King Alaric Windsor has officially announced his abdication. The King will step down to be with his long-time partner, a hotel receptionist identified as......" The remote slipped from my fingers and thudded onto the rug. “What?” I whispered. “He… he did what?” Cutting to a clip of Alaric my older brother, the King, beaming as if he’d just won a jackpot instead of discarding centuries of royal tradition.