Long Live The King Manga Novels & Stories

Comfortable chairs sat beside a roaring fireplace. The room felt untouched by time. I moved toward my favorite reading corner. Then stopped. A familiar figure sat beside the window. Silas. Of course. The future king was already awake. A stack of documents rested beside him. Several maps covered the table. Political reports. Military briefings. Kingdom business. Yet somehow he still looked calm. Like the weight of an entire nation wasn't sitting on his shoulders. His silver eyes lifted from the papers. The moment he saw me, his expression softened.

I give Marcus his gift after the cake. It is a book. Old. The cover worn smooth at the corners. Inside, the history of King Alaric's reign — edited carefully, the dangerous parts removed, the good parts kept. The stories of what the Lycan kingdom looked like when someone led it with both strength and care. Festivals. Alliances. The way ordinary wolves lived under a king who remembered he was one of them. Marcus holds it with both hands. Looks at the cover. Looks at me. "Is this a real king?" he asks.

“Long live the King and Queen!” “Long live the King and Queen!” The shouts echoed across the hall, and shivers rushed through me. Then, like a wave, the nobles lowered to their knees, placing one fist on their hearts and bowing their heads. My breath caught in my throat. “See?” Kaan whispered in my ear. “I told you that you'd bring them all to their knees.” He leaned closer and nibbled on my earlobe. “You can easily bring your King to his knees if you want to.”

Third Person’s POV It would have been better if life has been fair to both Elizabeth and Diego. Elizabeth has gone to the underworld five days ago from Kingdom Monjour after he slayed the recent king, King Ronald. The other royalties held a royal funeral for him, and the whole kingdom was saddened to the news. Everyone was so silent and confused to how the king died. Rumors spread throughout the world --- that the king of the Kingdom Monjour was assassinated by the rebels or pirates while committing theft inside the palace. On the other hand, he might be poisoned, committed suicide due to the depression he had after killing the queen, or maybe got cursed.

ALANA’S POV I held the paper in my hands, my lips trembling as I read each word. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself that this was a dream and I would soon wake up to reality, the words before me on the test sheet didn’t disappear. And neither did my mate’s prescence fade away. He was standing there, expressionless as usual as he waited for a reply from me. What did he want me to say? “She’s three months gone, and I’ve already had a meeting with the elders not too long ago. They’ll only accept Diana as my second Luna and the mother of my child if you agree with the terms and conditions of her living here as mine.”

Silver: The Reborn Kingdom did not take the news of their King’s disappearance as well as I had expected them to. On the first day, it was complete chaos. People wailed on the streets, tore their clothes, and scattered around everywhere. No one tried to bring Mila and me back to the harem like I assumed they would. There was nothing but confusion everywhere, I wondered how Beta Rogu would ever be able to put the Kingdom back in order.

And then, as one, the voices of thousands rose to the heavens in a thunderous declaration. "Long live the king!" . WATCH OUT FOR PART 2. AUTHOR’S NOTE Dearest Reader, I’m beyond thrilled that you’ve made it this far in the story. Your support means the world to me! If you’ve enjoyed the journey so far, please take a moment to leave a comment—I’d absolutely love to hear from you. Sending you all my love, Kiss Leilani

I don't know, but if I can get him to trust me, I'll be able to get him to open up to me. "Fine, I'll let him mark me, but I will not mate. I'm far from being ready for that." We ended the link, and I began to read my book again. It stated in the book that the kings were older than they really were. The oldest king was over five thousand years old before he got murdered by rogues. They never found the ones that killed him. Till this day, no one knows who it was. I was so into the book that Queen was the one who told me that Lucas was coming. I knew she was right because I could smell his scent of woods and cider. He always smelled good to me. I was always fighting not to touch his arm or wat

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.