Legendary King Novels & Stories

"Your Majesty." In that moment, Noah knew he was better of being feared than respected. If he could not have love, he would have fear. If he could not have loyalty, he would have submission. The Elder hurriedly slipped the crown of midnight black on Noah's head. The weight that eased on seemed a lot heavier than Noah had expected. He knew it was not only the weight of metal but also the weight of a whole kingdom. He could easily be overwhelmed under it. Had he been two days younger, he would. But now he was everything and nothing. He was a King and an Alpha to-be, but even still, he was what he always was—alone.

He was stunned and facepalmed when he saw her looking at the huge portrait that was hung up on the wall. It was the portrait of the king before King Cassian's grandfather, King Leferve Von Vendela, in the history of the vampire kings, he was the cruelest and most dangerous king of his time, he didn't blink his lashes before eliminating anyone. In the annals of vampire history, few names invoked as much terror and revulsion as that of King Leferve Von Vendela. His reign was marked by unparalleled cruelty, his insatiable appetite for power and domination casting a dark shadow over the vampire realm.

“The Lycan king will be here by noon, and the presence of everyone is needed downstairs. The order insists we all welcome him in the next 20 minutes." The person said and then I recognized the voice, it was the head maid. As luck would have it, she didn't come in, she only spoke from the door. I cleared my throat, attempting to steady my voice. "I'll be there shortly," I managed to reply, my voice strained. This was the first time I'll be meeting someone so powerful especially the Lycan king, so I would try my best to look presentable. His reputation for being extremely cruel and vicious was well-known across the entire kingdom. People had heard many stories about his lack of mercy or kindne

It’s like when he has loyalty to offer, she, on the other hand, has nothing but disloyalty and betrayal on her skin. “You’re too old to know what’s right from wrong, Alora. I hope you put that in your mind sometimes.” But Alora wasn’t listening anymore. Her eyes were fixed on the wrestle between the Lycan king and the alpha. Which, fortunately, was leaning in towards the alpha’s victory. TheLycan king was on the ground now, Brayden holding him down. “Surrender your defeat, Lycan king!” – Brayden ordered with his claw raised up

"Go out, hurry up." I realized that this is the voice of Jame, the strongest general under King David, who hit me in the leg when I wasn't careful to let him beat me. I appreciate Jame, I have never surpassed him to kill King David successfully. Everyone and I lined up in front of my shack, only ten people, but I felt that they were all the strongest Alphas under King David. I'm absolutely confident they won't be able to find me. "They all pulled up their pants," Jame shouted at the order.

"At the same time, our people's safety and well-being is our priority. We are your elders to help you in moments like this. Therefore if there is anything you need us to do, we beg that you tell us." "I do not need help to rule my Kingdom. And I appreciate your kindness, nonetheless, it was kit beseeched." I saw the concealed looks of stupefaction on their faces, and ignored it. I was in despair and right Joe everything seemed to be getting out of control, that doesn't mean I will allow them think me wrak. I have been and would remain the undefeatable King of Lyxans. I am only recouping from this blow. "My King...about an heir..."

I asked, and the king nodded. "The one who gave you that story is not an old man. She is also a legendary goddess. She is half-vampire and half-werewolf. Her name is Trinity. " The king said. "How did you know her, father?" Sophie asked. "Because she is my younger sister. She's Trinity Monteverde." said the king "If she's our auntie, how come we don't know about her existence?" Sophie asked. "Because she lives in a faraway place that even I have never been to," said the king.

"We have men surrounding the perimeter in which it was last..." The room erupted in utter silence. No one dared to mutter one single word to the king. He could hear their spiked heartbeats and how much they reeked of fear. He wiped the blood from his sword onto the corpse slumped in front of him. He managed to keep a calm composure. But he could feel his inner beast clawing at him to be released. The beast wanted to protect his beloved king. It urged to demote destruction on anyone who ever thought of betraying him.

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

he shouted The old man didn’t say a word and through the pump of his staff, there goes a ring with a red-like gem on it… and a sword? The sword was estimated to be around 3 feet long. I believe it is what they call the Joyeuse sword. It was arguably the most powerful sword the man has ever crafted. It was made by Charlemagne, a Frankish king out of gold and gem-encrusted hilt, the blade was forged from the same ore and metal that made Durendal, a sword wielded and is also one of the deadliest in the world. Legend has it, that the sword was forged by the infamous blacksmith legend Galas, who took three years to complete. Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the