Long Live The King Manhwa Mga Nobela at Kwento

"So be it then, just don't come crying to me when the kingdom gets run to the ground over some hallucination." The other voice scoffed, "I have been running this kingdom for over a hundred years, I don't need your help. And me looking for someone won't damn this kingdom, your merciless; cruelty and stubbornness will." They said with a bite, clearly ready to move on from the conversation. "I'm the merciless one? You're the one who killed off everyone who could possibly take your throne." Is this man talking to the king? Had the king really done that? Did his parents not try and stop him? "And I spared you, which I'm starting to regret."

they started gathering around the parking lot as Kim Liam, the King of ‘Grand Imperial’, himself has came to drop his sister for the first day of her college. Until now, the three of the Kims has taken the superior position in Grand Imperial. Liam while his graduation and post graduation time was the King on Imperial Grand. He is still called the Real King because only his batch was having the most handsome bachelor males including Hanuel and Young Chul and beat them all and got the position of King.

Loki interrupted, returning her gaze to him. The young man by name; Kylo Greyson, shot a brow upwards in a brief surprise before he gave one short nod at her. "Alright if you insist, my lady." He bowed slightly at her and Loki frowned, her brows creasing briefly. She turned around to leave but on second thought, paused. Turning back to him she added, "Its been Ms. Colleen for many years now, not Ms. Donovan. It is way too late for a sudden change of names, don't you agree?"

Damian rose gently, slowly, powerful, regal. His coat shifted with the movement. His presence expanded, filling every inch of space. Ronan stepped forward, voice booming with pride. “LONG LIVE THE KING!” Kyle joined in next. Then the council. Then the elders. Then all of us. “LONG LIVE THE KING! LONG LIVE THE KING!” The hall vibrated with the chant, with power and with devotion. Damian turned his head, just slightly, until his eyes found mine. He did not smile. But he didn’t need to.

"I took... I took what was needed to keep the light burning. Do you know how hard it is, girl? To keep a kingdom from falling into the weeds?" "You didn't keep it from falling," I snapped. "You pushed it. People are starving out there. Right now, your palace is on fire. Your guards are running away. Your 'light' is burning the world down." The King looked around the room, his gaze wandering over the flickering blue candles. "The light... it needs fuel. It always needs fuel. Selene said... she said the scrolls would show me the way. She said I could live forever. That the kingdom would never end if I just held on tight enough."

Morgana and I stood out with her dark hair and my dark skin, but I think I like it, we weren’t one of them anyway. The king had pure white hair, and his eyes were a light green. He was a little taller than I was and was seated upon his throne emotionlessly. It was rumoured that he had been king for over one thousand and eight hundred years. How did he do it? Did they never tire of life? Was immortality a gift or a curse? ‘A gift! Imagine being immortal and fucking mate every day forever.’ Thanatos said. My chest squeezed at that, the reminder that she won’t live forever…

Maxus smiling: Calm down, my dear; if you want to know something, I am glad to be your librarian here. First, my name is Maxus. I am twenty-five years old. I have fifty-nine brothers; all of them are boys. We do not have girls. The people of the kingdom give birth to females, but in very small numbers, and girls from the people of the kingdom all work in the castle without exception, and they are not allowed to marry outside the kingdom. We do not marry strangers, but only marry them. I am the sixth prince among my brothers and the first candidate to rule the kingdom after the current king. We do not wait for the death of the king to inherit the rule. Rather, they are periods of time. Each

“But yes. That’s your objective. When you kill him… you’ll be granted one wish.” “A wish?” I repeated, my chest tightening. “Yes. Any wish you desire.” My anger flickered into something else — hope, maybe. A small, dangerous spark of it. “Any wish at all?” I asked. “Any wish at all.” I swallowed hard. “What’s the plan? How do I get to him?” “The king lives far north, atop the mountain of Valengrad. That’s where his castle stands. Beware — reaching him won’t be easy. Killing him will be even harder. But it’s the only way your wish will be granted.”

A girl who could talk to him that way without fearing him. She thought she must have heard wrong, she looked at him back before answering. "I won't really go for enjoy." She said. "Are you still dreaming on serving the king? He asked, making jest out of her. Wait, don't tell me you're having a crush on the king." He said shaking his head in pity. "How can a young girl like you keeps such feeling for a man older than you? Shouldn't you go for younger people?" He inquired. "Well, you're just a poor maid, I'm sure your thinking must be different." He said to himself

"We might not be able to talk much later today since we might be made to do different chores and even if we have the same chores, it's not safe for us slaves to speak out outside, the walls have ears, especially since we live with Vampires and their ears can pick up every word. So now that we have the chance, ask anything you'd like to know." She said and I beamed. She was really going out of her way to make me feel welcomed but I still don't know if to trust her completely. Finding out stuff from her wouldn't hurt though. "First off, tell me about the royal family, especially the princes." I requested and she sat back a bit. "There's so much to say but I'll only give you the details. The Va