Lonely Kings の小説・ストーリー

Nurul Islam stroked Abrar's hair and began: "Once there was a king. His son was very honest. His grandson was even more honest. One day, the uncle came and said, 'I want the throne of the kingdom. If you want to save your grandson's life, you must fight...'" The room grew dim; everyone's eyelids grew heavy. But Arian knew—he would have to stay awake through the night. Because old enemies do not sleep, and they were now running after Abrar.

“Some still resist. The threads show small groups slipping deeper into the wastes even now. Rowan has made a stronghold in the Frozen Teeth mountains. He calls himself the True King and promises to ‘cleanse’ the realm of my influence. We must continue this ride until the north understands that our bond is its future.” Lucien pressed a kiss to the top of Caelan’s head, golden eyes gleaming with dark promise. “Then we ride on. King and consort. Steel and silver light. We will show every pack what unity under our bond can achieve. And when Rowan strikes again, he will find a north that no longer listens to his lies.” Outside the longhouse, the spring night was quiet. A single raven winged silen

The both king are in their late forties, and just staring at Lyra, they started spotting an erection which they didn't even try to hide. Lyra bit back a whimper at the sight, glaring openly at both kings, unable to stop the stare. One of the Kings stood up, the third king named King Fred. "Privileged people of England! We have gathered here today for the Introduction of the slave of the King Of Bloodmoon!" He looked around with a smile. "This is the first slave King Ryker is introducing, and she's probably the last! She's one woman that has the beauty of seven women."

Kael didn't look pleased, but he nodded. Moments later we were climbing the northern battlements. The storm hit us immediately, freezing wind and blinding snow, and the fortress stretched below with thousands of wolves preparing for battle. Archers lined the walls, warriors gathered in the courtyard, the entire pack stood ready. Then I saw them. My breath caught. The Hollow Kings. Five figures stood beyond the gates, only five, and somehow that was worse, far worse. They wore black armor that seemed forged from darkness itself, silver crowns resting upon their heads, their faces appearing almost human, almost. Their eyes glowed with pale moonlight, ancient, merciless, immortal.

She began writing, fingers trembling: “The Lycan Kings ruled through fear and blood. For three hundred years, their law has bound our people, their hunger for dominance more animal than human. The most feared was King Malrek, the blood tyrant, who ruled for seventy years without remorse. Under him, the ceremonies became cruel pageantry, and love was traded for obedience. The current King… is different. He does not laugh. He does not smile. But he let the girls leave after the first challenge, something no King before him would have done. Maybe he has more to him than we’re allowed to see.” She quickly moved on to list names, battles, legacies—but she had written what she felt, and now her fa

I wasn't sure of the vampire king's current mood. Has what I asked pissed him off? He turned slowly on the donkey chair, sitting so he could face me, finally giving me an audience. This was someone I read about in books; he was a mystery to me, having to know him all the years of my existence. He swept a loose strand of his wavy white hair to the back of his ear. I forced myself to look into his challenging eyes. I doubt if I've ever felt this captivated by manliness in my life, not even the first time I saw Eamonn. This vampire king was more than what the books described him as. Books gave a poor description of his face and body; his eyes were the lightest gray, matching perfectly with his

The sun was still setting, and we wanted to have a mini picnic while I vented my confused emotions. Drakon shrugged. “You know you’re the first human we’ve ever seen the king treat like this. The others just throw themselves at him, and if he even looks their way, then it will be over by sunrise.” “We’ve only seen two, by the way. Just heard it’s like that with the others,” Stellar piped in. “A few years ago, I overheard that witch who leads your team—” she pointed at me. “Cindy?” I offered.

They were still dirty and covered in dry blood, dirt, and the scent of sex still lingered on many of them. Naham slowly backed out of the tent but yelped when he backed into someone. He spun around, and his heart stopped when his eyes landed on his King. The king’s hands gently gripped his arms, preventing him from falling. His mouth moved, but he couldn't hear him. He was too shocked by what he saw, smelled, and felt. His aura was intense, and his dominance was incredibly strong. The scent of smoke lingered, and he gasped when he saw the king's dragon's eyes. Atticus's eyes swirled with flames as Draven peered out at him.

Stan, Ven, and Marco would fight to the death to protect it. He sighed and looked out the window, deep in thought. For now, all he needed to do was avoid King. The man wasn’t giving him any useful information, and every time Kane saw him, his blood boiled. He decided to lock himself in his room and only come out when hunger forced him to. Even in isolation, King’s words haunted him. "I care for you." Kane scoffed. 'As if. How could someone as ruthless as King even understand what it means to care?' The absurdity of it made him laugh.

It was no less than a wedding, the entire palace decorated in bright colors - the last shard of happy memory the dead will carry to heaven. All the kings from four directions have set their trips to the east - to the largest kingdom of East Millsdearne, not to show their condolences but to pry on the throne that now sat empty, without a hire. Four days of grandiose, four days of every possible venture, as the fifth day marks the arrival of every king around the world in the palace courts. I sat on the side aisle draped with a sheer golden clot covering my existence. I look at all the kings whispering in their throats, eyes filled with the only motivation to conquer the widowed throne.