Novel & Cerita Love Grand Rising King

The king exclaimed. Then the king stepped down from his throne and approached the heroes. "To our brave soldiers, Elvaro Eraprez and Kederic Dajuan, I grant you the title of nobility." Walking to the end of the line, the king faced a brown-haired girl who was bowing to him. "Miss Grace Menken," "Yes, Your Majesty," Grace replied.

He gives Ryan a small bow, and my man gives him one sure nod in response. I would be a liar if I say I do not feel some kind of pride in my heart. This king is holding me firm. And I know that though he is yet to say it, I know he loves me. “Gerald… Oh,” The man chuckles, “My Alpha. Your grandmother was one of the sweetest soul. Thank you for coming back and fighting for this position to rule us.” He looked to his left and to his right. “All hail the Alpha.” He raises on frail hand.

My body felt like it was buzzing with the amount of magic that flowed through my veins. "Rise," Melody whispered. Alora and I did as she commanded, turning to face the crowd. "It has been spoken, so it shall be. I am pleased to announce to you, Alora and Damon, Bloodstone. The King and Queen of the Gardenia and of all the realms." Melody shouted. The whole room broke out into cheers of celebration. "Long live the King and Queen." My father shouted, and the whole room chanted it back as Alora and I made our way down the aisle.

And at the center is the Grand King. Raegon. He sits on his throne, dark and powerful, leaning slightly as a leader bends close to whisper something in his ear. He laughs quietly at whatever was said. Even from this distance, my breath tightens. He looks devastatingly handsome beyond words, tonight. “See those stars?” Pandora says softly, pointing upward. I follow her gaze. “They’re brighter than usual,” she continues, smiling. “It’s believed they are the lights of our ancestors, watching us tonight. Accepting our offerings.”

The man said and the leader turned away from her to face his subordinate. Seeing the blank signed check stamped with the renowned Robertsons' family seal, the leader, named Bobby, snatched it from the other man as his eyes shone with greed. He didn't knew how this wench got such a huge luck, but Bobby already had a brilliant idea in his head. With a woman as this with such a luck, he could always find her whenever he needed such easy cash again. He grinned with delighted mischief as he turned to face Loki again. Reaching out his hands, Bobby pulled her up to a sitting position, his renowned mischievous smile still on display.

I was more than happy to write everything down on the blank pages of that book if it helped me understand where I belonged in this world. The first year had been challenging. Many individuals came to speak with me, and I didn't know who they were. They wanted me to become queen. They said it was my birthright. But how could I bring myself to be their queen when I didn’t know who I was? I spent countless sleepless nights wondering about it. I had proposed we put the young Lord by the name of Starling on the throne. He had seemed to know how to rule, and he looked to be fair and kind. It surprised me when he declined, stating that he refused to live in a world where a Cardinal did not reign. I

“I was so happy when Raoul found you to replace Ralph.” “Thank you, Ma’am. It is an honor to protect the Royal family.” He bowed his head again when King Hernando nodded. “Your Royal Majesty...” “Kingston, I hear you have quite the background,” the King said. Romaine’s eyes narrowed when Kingston’s hands shook at his sides before he curled them into tight fists. “Just a few honors, Sir, nothing too exciting.” “Exciting enough, my dear boy.” King Hernando tugged at his beard, revealing a grin.

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.

I know about my family's incest. My great great great grandfather became obsessed with the fact we share blood with the last King. To enhance that blood he refused to allow his son to mate anyone but his own sister. The tradition carried down all the way to my father. But his Aunt/Mother was so inbred she could only produce one child. A male... My father. He didn't have a sister to mate. He sees it as he ruined the line. He made a half-Kincaid with his true mate. He feels like I am weak because of this. He also thinks since he is the last full-blooded Kincaid he should be the next King.

He intentionally didn’t say my name. After that, he got down from the podium and made his way straight to where a brown eyed girl was sitting. Is that his mate? She took his hands in hers and she squeezed it softly. From the look of things, it would never become his again, because I still held his secret, and I would always use it against him. One of the elders climbed on the podium, to address the congregation just like Nate had done. “Greetings everyone. As we all know, we are all gathered here to appoint a new King. His name is James Danemount. He is the one time king of Tyrone, as most of you already knows”