Long Live King Von Novels & Stories

"Yes, Mistress. Mark said he had mentioned something about a boy that could save him. So, it's possible he's the one" Perfect - Valerie thought in her mind. Actually, she really wanted the King to get free from the bond so he wouldn't have to be bonded to anyone at all and have any reason to stay with her. Cara was gone, Kaylan is depressed, and at that moment, she was the only stable bride of the King. Hmm. Doesn't it seem like a dream come true? She wasn't making an effort, yet everything was working out fine for her. Good lord! She laughed to herself.

“Did you follow me?” He scratched his head. “Yes, you’re not safe with him after what happened before.” “Stan, I mean, Constantine told me he and Ethan were half-brothers. Is that true?” “Yes, and Lord Constantine hates our Alpha King so much.” I opened the door. “Why?” Then I pointed at the couch in the living room. “Let’s sit and talk inside.”

Lancelot finally growled, when the vampire king did a mock bow in front of him. Aztec Rold was the vampire king, who took after his father, Sergio Rold. He stood tall, a total of six feet and three inches tall, about three inches shorter than Lancelot. Still, he had a grave domineering presence about him. And grey eyes that seemed to pierce through your eye sockets and stare into your soul whenever he looked at you. "To what do I owe the presence of one of the greatest kings in history?" Aztec asked once again, teasing and smiling at Lancelot.

More respect than I think either of us expected. “Young Kingston,” a man offers his hand. “You have more support than you realize.” Adam shakes the hand and nods. “We are so pleased to have you here, even for a short visit,” Another old female says, shaking Adam’s hand. “I thought you were demoted?” I say as we take our seats. “I was,” he says. “All rise for his most honorable King Augustus the third of the Werebeasts,” a Harold called, and we did, of course, stand.

This monster is ready to tear her apart if she stumbles in the wrong place. “You don’t understand that you owe your life to our king,” Kyrian continued in the meantime. - When you fell from the cliff, I prayed to the gods to help you survive. And then he appeared. The Lord promised that you would remain alive, and he kept his word! He grew wings for you and found you in that cave. He gave me eternal life and the power to protect you. And you want to kill him! This is inhumane. The young man put the wet handkerchief in a basin of water.

He nodded, looking at Vidar as he continued to cough. "O what he he was talking?" I looked for Vidar. "Per what he you called in king?" His square jaw made a crunching noise. He hesitated per one time before in to respond. "He me called of a king because I am one.” My eyebrows if came together. Good, that it was news. "One king in what, exactly?” "King of supernatural. AND, in soon you will be queen." I blinked. "I am really sorry." I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “I think I must have misheard. Did you just say you are the king of the supernatural?”

Athena says, actually squealing with happiness, but I don't have time to ask her what happens when I hear the elder say. “Long live the King! Long live King Kyle! WHAT?

He looked at me like he was waiting for me to break. “On your feet,” he said. “The King wants to see you.” That word, King, hit something deep. I’d heard the name whispered around camp, the one who came before Kol, before my bloodline even existed. The one Veylor called a god. I pushed myself up. My legs shook, and Ronan caught my arm before I fell. “Easy,” he said. “The blood resists change. It remembers where it came from. We’ll fix that soon.”

"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."

He was dying. He looked up at me, his cold, golden eyes now cloudy with pain. He was no longer a king, no longer a ghost. He was just a man, at the end of his life. “You…” he rasped, a small, bloody cough interrupting him. “You are the king now… for real.”