Long Live The King Manwha Novels & Stories

" Come on mum you know ok can't, am too young for that, I just turned twenty last two week and if it says they are looking for maiden close to twenty eight year old, it means the king might be very old. Since I had been in the kingdom I have never seen the king nor a sketch of him am sure that goes for others, since it was said that the King hated public attention and like walking around is people freely going around to inspect their daily living without them noticing that he was around. So even if the king where to walk pass me I wouldn't have recognize him. He was also said to be very ruthless and it was said that he killed his own bride to be a while back because she kind off cheated on h

God damn it. Honey found refuge in one of the far-end booths. Her usual place was when she ha someone to entertain. Unfortunately, it seemed as though the only person she would be entertaining tonight woul be her and her phone. The tall woman pouted as she scanned the darkclub's dark corners any potential surprises she might've missed. Alas, not even one of the awkward, less-than-appealing clubgoers was lurking about. Honey very much looked like a pouting princess with the way her golden curls fitted on her shoulders and the backless black d ess flowed around her. A princess left without a prince to entertain her the night.

Her brother was the crowned prince of her Kingdom and had taken ill recently. "He wrote a letter to you? That means he's getting better?" Lincoln asked gruffly. No matter how hard he tried, he could never stop his voice from having that grumpy sound. "Y... Yes, My King" Kaylan stuttered again. Lincoln sighed and moved his hands from her shoulders down to her waistline, then drew closer and kissed her neck. Kaylan was almost shivering. Oh! This is it! What she feared the most was happening to her. The King wanted pleasures from her body!

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.

Anna chuckled and shook her head in agreement. The announcer cleared his throat and announced their arrival. " I give you House D'aramitz." Taking a deep breath, Belle and Anna walked through the door and headed to the throne to pay their respects. Jezzebelles breath caught in her throat. The King was not in his usual attire. Which was usually a black laced up cotton shirt. He was still wearing his usual breaches and riding boots but the shirt caught her attention big time. He was donning a beautiful Navy blue shirt that off set his eye's making them look dark and mysterious holding a beautiful blue fire to them. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows like he was over heated. He looked lik

He waved his hand and the maid left. "You see Clinton, with patience and strategy we will surely win. It would cause damage alright, but we will come out victorious." He said and left his throne to go see the King of Lukehall. Clinton bowed his head and gently walked behind the King. The king entered his grand parlor. There, the King of Lukehall was seated on one of the finely furnished couch. He was a short man with a potbelly. King Darien sneered a little. A maid was serving him and next to him was a woman. She had long brown locks and green eyes. She wore a red long silk gown that fitted her perfectly. She had a graceful smile on her face. "King Jacob, welcome to Valeria. I'm very honoure

king:- that was quiet, I think your pain make you mature, you want to live because you are not in pain anymore, but in my case, I am still suffering that why I want to die, the only thing that can make me happy and set me free is death, Ariel:- kill yourself if you want to die, I will not kill you, because all this thing will take effort and time, that why I don't wast my time in meaningless conflicts, do forgive me, old man. king:- I want to die because, I try my everything to make this country survive and because of that, my kingdom is still alive at least, after fighting 3 nations alone, I think I done enough but then I lose my wife, she didn't deserve that kind fate, because of that I co

“A toast to long life and prosperity to the king of Silla and to the marriage treaty of two kingdoms. Long live the king.” “Long live the king” the nobles and royal family drink the wine. Princess Felicia lifts her cup of wine and suddenly a voice speaks to her. “ DON’T DRINK THE WINE FOR IT IS POISON Suddenly she swings the cup off her lips and also of her knights close by. The king of Silla, King Gregory touched his chest, his heart pounded while screaming in pain. Suddenly blood jolted from his mouth and he collapsed to the ground. “Kkkkkyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaa! A scream Shortly, other noble men, lords and duke, guest and everyone in attendance fall to the ground chuckling to death, Remaining Pr

Karen offered to go out and buy King a few changes of clothes until he could decide on a wardrobe. Mara needed to get the paperwork together concerning King's birth certificate and passport. "What is King's last name?" I turned to Alexis. "What is King's last name?" Alexis had never mentioned having a human last name. "I don't claim a family name, and you know how I feel about sharing a name with someone who means nothing to me," Alexis said. "King has a name and a title. He is King of the Underworld." "King…of the Underworld?" Mara repeated slowly. "I'm not sure how we put that on a birth certificate…"

Inside, suspended in a pool of glowing, silver liquid, was a man. He didn't look dead. His skin was the color of weathered bronze, his hair a mane of silver and black, and his chest... his chest was moving. A slow, agonizingly deep breath that happened once every minute. "Is that... is he still alive?" Félix asked, his voice a terrified whisper. He stepped closer, his emerald aura flickering with an instinctive, predatory warning. "Emma, that’s him. That’s the First King. The one who supposedly 'founded' the North."