Long Live The King Manwha Novels & Stories

"Today we took it back!" "Yes, Yes." "We took it back." "They couldn't stand a chance against our King. He slit the throat of the Tyrant and killed the people that tormented us. He killed our killers and he'll live a happy life. Long live the King!" The first man yelled, and the others soon joined him. "Long live the King." "And then he stopped with his hand gestures and he sighed. "From this day forward, I King take Princess La Reine as my Slave." TBC

Smoke everywhere, cars, girls, boys and people making out! "Where is he?!" I haft shout so he can hear me. He's about to answer me when a man with a lot of tatts came. "Ey! The fucking King is back!" He shouted. Kingstone look serious while the crowd started paying attention to us...to him to be exact. Don't you ever leave me, don't you ever go I've seen it on TV, I know how it goes Even when you're angry, even when I'm cold Don't you ever leave me, don't leave me alone

I couldn't help but snort lowly at the King's words. ...faith in the moon goddess and the decisions of the pairer to help us lead a good life- So far I didn't see anything good about being paired to that bastard. "After being infertile for a long time, it becomes more important for us to celebrate Calantha. I hereby order that the preparations for the ceremony should continue," The King ordered. "Before this session ends, does anyone have any subject on which they wish to put their words in front of the court?" The court speaker asked. My eyes instantly drifted to Embry who was sitting beside the Royal Couple.

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

- a merman who was on guard, says. - I'll talk to him. - the princess replies, with a mysterious look. She takes Ryan to the king's presence. He was a big man with white hair, who didn't let his age be guessed. He was marching from left to right and when he saw his daughter, he shifted and swam at full speed towards her. Ryan can't help but laugh when the king grabs his daughter by the ear and scolds her. - Melody, how many times have I told you not to intervene with human things? Do you want to put the pod at risk?

He was really expecting me to be easily manipulated and intimidated into conceding to such an abomination, wasn’t he? “You are my mate and I am your Luna,” he looked like he wanted to say something, but I cut in, clearly letting him know I wasn’t finished yet. “Your ONLY Luna. It’s always been one Luna to one Alpha, and that’s how it’s going to be Lucian.”

The fear I felt and the noise I was hearing was making my headache, the friendly man walked to us with a young boy behind him who was lifting two beautiful golden crowns on a white pillow. He stood in front of us then gave a low bow. "Long live my king and queen," he said then got a beautiful crown that was engraved with all the most expensive stones and put it on the king's head, he bowed then got the smaller crown engraved with diamonds and put it on my head, then bowed and walked away with the young boy. "Long live the king and queen!" The people cheered loudly then kept quiet when the king lifted his hand. "Long live your Highness," one man in royal robes said, looking at the way he move

Nurul Islam stroked Abrar's hair and began: "Once there was a king. His son was very honest. His grandson was even more honest. One day, the uncle came and said, 'I want the throne of the kingdom. If you want to save your grandson's life, you must fight...'" The room grew dim; everyone's eyelids grew heavy. But Arian knew—he would have to stay awake through the night. Because old enemies do not sleep, and they were now running after Abrar.

Cassandra wished she too should have learned how to remain hidden. ‘Every time I close my eyes, I see someone dying, someone getting hurt. I don’t even know why images of our king flash in my mind. His golden curls, himation bellowing in the wind, and his armor shining under the sun. son of Zeus! What does this mean? Why is Apollo showing me these flashes? Will anything ominous happen to him? God forbid! "

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.