Long Live The King Manga Novels & Stories

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.

A broad body accompanied by the rarest crimson eyes and long raven hairs. One could feel his menace from afar. “It’s King Hadrian now.” He stopped before me, looking down at my powerless form, hands in his pockets with a devilish smirk. “What..? What happened to His Majesty?” My mouth gaped, wondering what happened in those six months that he became the King. Chuckling huskily, he grabbed a chair and sat before me to assert his dominance, contemplating my form as I flinched. “Long story short- I killed him and took his throne so now I am the King.”

Horse carts loaded with goods traveled the streets, raising dust wherever the crinkly wheels stepped, loud boisterous chatter of the men and the quiet gossip of the women filled the evening air as workers returned to their homes for dinner. In the Palace, located in the center of the city… "My lord, I have come with a response from King Janus of Hvar kingdom." Emperor Julius who was reclining on a golden bench received the letter from his slave. He opened it with great anticipation and then burst out into laughter after reading its contents. "Oh my Zeus! What a man!" He exclaimed. "What's the problem, father?" Justus, one of Julius' many illegitimate sons, asks at the entrance.

Ryan declares as he thrusts hard into me, causing me to moan. I can’t believe how much he has me moaning like his damn whore. I guess at this rate, I am his personal whore because I’m certainly not his girlfriend. Ryan is the zombie king of the northeast. I’m not his queen, but kings are known for having mistresses. I have to wonder if Ryan has zombie queen, and if so, what does that make me? I hate that I’m thinking about this while Ryan and I are having sex, but I can’t help it.

“What is this situation? Hahaha, for me the sole reason I became King was you.” Her eyes widened in disbelief and he continued inching his face closer to her until he was so close she could feel his breath on her face. He grabbed hold of her arms, shaking her. “If you leave me, what do you suppose I do?” “Your joke is going too far…” she whimpered. Placing his forehead on hers, he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. “You must believe me, even if no one else does,” letting out a sigh and continued. “I am a man who became King for you were the King’s flower.”

“What’s gotten into you?” “Nothing. But you need to get your act together, Miaka.” Rain swept her hand over the blood on the floor and it just vanished into thin air. “You’re the King. You are not to mix with mortals.” “Why?” I frowned. “You think I’m going soft now?” “No…because it hurts to lose them.”

“We have a dragon.” "And we have a king,” Yamato replied. "How?" asked Fuhito. "My rank is strong as lesser king, that's the current situation." "So, what the two of you do? Do you jump on his back, and the two of you fly to heaven in order to find a clue?” “I don't know." “Heaven? Your family are descendants from the goods, are you not." "Yes.. .descendants…” "Blood..." “You are saying we need to mix our bloods?"

The First King lifted his hand. The air changed. A vision appeared above us. A younger Moon Kingdom. Whole. Beautiful. Thousands of years younger than the kingdom I knew. Then flames erupted. People ran through the streets. Children screamed. Warriors fought shadows. And at the center stood a young man wearing a silver crown. Kael stared at him. “That…” His voice broke. “That man looks like me.” The First King nodded. “He should.” I looked between them. “Who is he?” “The first King of Blackthorne.”

I keep my face blank as I lift the paper to the candle and watch it burn. "The king?" I ask. "Does your contact wish me dead? They want me to kill the half-wolf half-man king?" It was partly a joke. The half-wolf thing is a rumor people love to tell because the king's sigil is a wolf. Anything to make a royal seem otherworldly and worth listening to, I suppose. Lucas looks at me, his face revealing nothing although his hand continues to run through his beard–the only tell-tale that he is nervous.

My legs draped over the side of the chaise whilst I was sprawled out over the arm rest. "You are playing with it again." Julian murmured over a pile of papers in front of him. This was the king I remembered. Calm and collected, but ever plotting and scheming. We almost seemed normal, except for the lack of Mikaela's soothing presence. Looking up, I smiled and threw my legs over the edge of my seat, sitting up promptly.