Novel & Cerita Long Live The King Novel

I am sure the king of the mean persons will be one of the people who’s going to die! Oppssss! My bad. I’m so sorry. I really don’t have a plan to kill Jeoff. Jeoff and I are bestfriends. Don’t you know? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE

The King grabbed her hair, yanking her up. “Open your eyes.” he demanded. Maybe he’d release her if he found her reactions to be boring, she thought. Hope rose in her as she slowly opened her eyes as commanded, but it soon died when she came face to face with his groin. “Put it in your mouth.” he said as he pried Keanna’s lips apart. If she refused, she’d die. Immediately she understood, women who couldn’t satisfy the King in the bedroom died. The King’s eyes beamed with desire as she pushed it into the gaps of her opened lips. A rancid smell pierced her nose and she could almost taste it.

The process we had to undertake to get through the border-left little doubt in my mind that they were acutely aware of the lands immediately surrounding their pack. That was why we were here after all. After three years of near isolation, the king had run out of patience and demanded an inspection of the pack or risk starting a war. The pack had to agree, there wasn't a pack that could rival the King's forces. He was King for a reason. To werewolves, power spoke and the king had no rival even though he was getting up there in years. Stories of his ruthlessness, in uniting the werewolves, were still told in every pack, even taught in pack schools. After holding on to his title for so lon

******************* Princess Kaylan was reading a book in her room when her maid showed up and informed her the King had summoned her. All the blood in her veins dried up immediately. "Do you know why?" She asked nervously, her book still in her hand. "I'm sorry I don't, my Princess. Princess Cara wa actually the one who'd informed me about it on my way to the laundry" the maid answered with a polite bow and Cara stood up immediately. Oh! She's always been so scared of the King and never wanted to do anything that'd make her stay alone in the room with him. The King was a nice man, yes. But the stories she's heard about him were just too aweful. How mighty he was in battle, strong, fierce, h

My fingers tightened on the paper. Too tightly. It tore slightly. “She is alive,” I repeated quietly. No one answered. Because no one knew what to do with a king who had already buried his mate only to hear five years later that she was alive. Garvin stepped closer. “My King… she is alive,” he said again, quieter now. “That is what matters.” I let out a slow breath. “No,” I said. My voice was rough. “That is not what matters.” Silence fell. Because everyone understood.

I’m not sure why, but it was the vibe I’d gotten after the incident. Kris stalks off in another direction, leaving Zeke and I to walk along together. “You know, I did some reading when I got back to the castle last night. After the war, the Alpha King of Longclaw was put to death. He only had one child, a son, and he went into hiding after being persecuted by everyone, even his own kind. The Blacks have only had power for a few generations, and I’m not sure they’re handling the situation well. They seem to be more tyrannical than necessary.”

Until today, he noticed Jeffrey had forgotten to lock the door after their evening session and made up his mind to make use of the opportunity. Zayn's eyes scanned through the books of the forbidden section and eventually found the one he wanted. "The King who never was" He smiled as he picked the book from the shelf and had his seat on the ground with the lamp illuminating the environment. He opened the book to discover the pages were blank and gasped in shock. Zayn spent several minutes flipping from page to page until he noticed only the centre page had ink written up. The story of the 'king who never was' was written on just one page and the others were blank to discourage one who had no

Because the only thing that ever made me feel alive is gone. ‘ Live. ’ She said. Live because you wanted to die. “ I can…live… ” I whisper, staring right at the Goddess. “ but my life might be too long. What will I do? Tell me. You always seem to have the answer. What do I do now? ” “ Do what a Lycan King does. ” She whispers before the light starts disappearing. “ You are a…true King now. ” The last time. It seems like this is the last time I will see her, too.

But this youngest son is different from his two older brothers. Duke Murdoch and General Accientsy serve their king faithfully, so they are favorites of King Arran. That is why many are jealous of them, especially the corrupt officials whose loyalty is divided between the two sons of the king. Regis Filius Damarion is the eldest son of King Arran. This is the only child of his first wife.

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.