Love Grand Rising King Novels & Stories

It's the only time I have seen him look so genuine, and it's when he is talking about the Queen. I guess the King isn't so bad, after all. "This celebration is not just for the royal family. It is for every citizen of Arcadia who has found their Match. You are the foundation of this kingdom and of this nation. You carry the next generation." There was another pause. "For now, help me in celebrating the upcoming union of my son, Prince Christopher, and his Match, Lady Vivienne, daughter of Robert and Rosa Mendoza Harper, humble citizens of Blackwood, Arcadia," the King looked at us again, hands outstretched, and the way he said "humble" made me think it was a PR way of saying, "Yes, they are

"Mistress, was it wise to antagonize the heir so openly again? If he even has half the talent of his father upon his awakening, he will without a doubt become a powerhouse. In the first place, is it possible for a Blessed to not become powerful?" Arachne scoffed, “Neptune is the perfect example that such a thing is indeed possible.” Neptune, the puppet King, was Sol’s grandfather and was officially recognized as the most pitiful king in the history of Lustburg. A smirk of derision and mockery formed on the duchess's face, thinking about that unfortunate yet loathsome man. "What's more, so what if he has the talent? What would it matter to me? Do you think he can do anything to the Milaris ho

How could he have done well when he wants to bring a commoner to the kingdom? “If you would let me finish my king you will know why I say he did well.” The chief priest said calmly. “Go on then.” The king had no patience at all. “The gods have shown me the girl and she is of blue blood.” The chief priest said and the king was shocked. “What did you say?” asked the king not believing what he was being told. “She is of royal blood my king.” The chief priest repeated. “That is interesting, it’s good that she Is of royal blood but how can a Sotho maiden tame the beast? Lions are not easily tamed.”

I started. "As you all know, voting for Homecoming King & Queen are Thursday 'till five on room 222. The nomenies are... For Queen, Mckenzie Gordon, Britney Williams, Tiffany Davis, Hanna Smith and Ziigwan Woods. For King, Cole Cook, Hunter Moore, John Brown, Logan Miller and King ThunderBird..." I couldn't help it I stared at King for five seconds he was watching me and whisper "Go on Ogimaakwe. Don't be wierd." No one heard. too much cheering inside the Cafeteria.

she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of

When she turned to look at me, that tenderness was immediately replaced with disgust. “Jansen Graham! Are you quite done? Why do you keep harping on something so trivial? You’re really becoming more and more of an old geezer!” I stood stunned at her sudden remark. She completely disregarded the pained look in my eyes as she raised her voice, saying, “You can’t even do your work well and you kick up a fuss over nothing all day long! Calling you an old geezer is being kind to you! “See how humble Samuel is! I’m only saying this for your own good!”

The sun was rising slowly over the high mountains of the Red Moon Pack, casting a warm light into the royal bedroom. King Jake stood by the large window and watched the forest wake up, feeling a sense of peace he had never known before. He turned his head when he heard the soft sound of the bedsheets moving behind him. Queen Giselle was sitting up, rubbing her eyes with her small hands and looking at him with a very beautiful smile. She looked so healthy and happy now that all the secrets of the past were gone and she was the true Queen of the kingdom.

My hands trembled as I reached for the remote, turning on the TV for some distraction, only to feel my heart sink. On the screen was the Averelle royal crest. My family’s crest. A reporter stood in front of it, microphone in hand. “Breaking news: King Alaric Windsor has officially announced his abdication. The King will step down to be with his long-time partner, a hotel receptionist identified as......" The remote slipped from my fingers and thudded onto the rug. “What?” I whispered. “He… he did what?” Cutting to a clip of Alaric my older brother, the King, beaming as if he’d just won a jackpot instead of discarding centuries of royal tradition.

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.

"The director kept his registration a total secret from our public relations team, Darius. My hand is literally shaking against my leathers." "Do not let the stray or the champion perceive your weakness, Nyra. Keep your chin high." "I am fine, brother. In fact, I am glad he is running in this trial. Before the final moon sets over this arena, I will make that arrogant king realize my true value. He will kneel before my spirit just like the rest."