Legendary King Novels & Stories

King Barakar commended pursing his lips as he let out a smile. "Well, I wasn't the social type, so I read a lot in my solitude," I explained. The King just nodded his head. "The coliseum is King Jorin's only legacy - a legacy of blood," he added. "But it has also showcased the potential of the people, both humans and mages, and werewolves alike. In the coliseum, all are equal, and only differentiated by their strength," lord Caden chipped in. "That's true," King Barakar shrugged.

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

You probably can’t help me. - I am 986 years old, Prince Julius. I'm the first king of werewolves, chosen by the Goddess herself to be king. My name is Lycaon King, and my name gave rise to human legends about werewolves. They started calling werewolves lycanthrope, thanks to me. Many think the name comes from Greek mythology, but it's not from a myth. It's from me.

The figure wore a royal crown, silver armor and a long black cape. His presence commanded attention immediately. Even without speaking he felt powerful. Then Ariana noticed the resemblance. The man looked like Orion. The same eyes, the e same features and the same royal bearing. Orion noticed too. "Who is that?" The answer came from the chamber itself. "King Alaric Lunareth." Ariana froze. The founder...The first king of House Lunareth. The man from every history book. The legendary ruler who built the kingdom centuries ago. The silver figure slowly raised his head.

More demons reinforced the two archdemons, surrounding him in a circle. “The most powerful on earth?” Fragor’s finger touched his chest, chuckling darkly. “You were born for me, an instrument to make me king.” At times, Fragor could be so delusional. He seemed to think the world revolved around him, thought Reign. “Not an ordinary vampire king. The vampire king. I. Will. Be. Legendary,” Fragor roared, before his finger sank into his heart. Familiar pain, too familiar, but this was nothing.

Brax questioned as we both looked up at Ace. "Yes! My great-grandfather was king, until he gave it up." "Okay. So why are you telling us?" I wasn't sure of his goal, seeing how it wouldn't matter now anyway. No, Alpha will hand their title over. The time of a King is long gone. "I plan to reclaim my title. My great-grandfather was foolish for stepping down. I will get everything that belongs to me. One way or another." He stated, as if it were an obvious fact.

The former King shouted at his son. Neil who was already at the door with Keanna nestled safely in his arms, halted, turned, and answered his father with a smile. "The moment father condoned the act of his child killing their siblings, I became disobedient." The former King turned to pick up the discarded sword, only to find that one of his men was already holding it. "I-I apologize, Your Majesty!" "Y-you scoundrel! Aughkk!" His attendant ran straight to him, thrusting the sword deep into his abdomen.

It humbled him. "I need your help." King Asher said, breaking him from his reverie. "On what matter If I may ask." But he thought he knew, "On the matter at hand. How do we keep the Athànatoi from destroying our kingdom?" Jasper cocked a brow. "I am not your chief advisor." It took Jasper a second or two to realise what he had just said and in the third second he bowed his head and said, "I mean no disrespect, your Majesty." "Raise your head, Moline. It is true you are not my advisor, chief, or otherwise. But I value your opinion. If you have any, speak." Jasper looked into his eyes, eyes that so resembled Hannah's and nodded before opening his mouth to speak,

I heard Verone whisper and I frowned in confusion when my eyes widened at the sight of one of the dragons rubbing her muzzle against Aiden’s. “It would take more than just you to defeat a royal blood, King Verone” one of the black dragons said looking directly at Verone who shied back “I am King Tyson, king of dragons. Those who believe me dead shall face the consequence of their actions” I stayed quiet as I watched the scene before me. Seeing the dragons assemble around the kingdom’s grounds, in front of the palace, around the fields, the roof, what’s left of it, of the palace. Aiden stood by my side as he kept his eyes on my brother who was trying to escape leaving the dragon in the mercy

One of awe and pure admiration. "You're excused" The Prince said referring to the maids and cal who nodded in understanding. "What is your-" "Corey" He said indignantly. "Corey Adams. Descendant of zion, strong connection to wind and water. King of one of the strongest kingdoms of the three realms ruled by the sun goddess" Huh? "Corey huh. I admire your sense of humour." "Eat up. We have a lot to discuss" Five spoons into the soup, I was already full. No doubt, Kellyn had eaten more than half of hers.