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He’s never truly been a child, given the life we’ve led so far. So instead of saying what I wanted, which would have meant opening up about shit I wasn’t ready to talk about, I asked her how sure she was that we were safe here. She simply smiled and said that this is where she raised my mother, with no one the wiser, from a child until she was ready to take her rightful place in the Tribe. The heavy implication wasn’t lost on me, especially when she called me ‘Queen’, saying she’s here for when I’m ready to open up about everything before retiring for the night.

They looked at Asra - not me -, and in her little eyes she had a glow like the glow that existed in the eyes of Loren and Lucifer. Grunhi. "I’m a terrible king..." Asra nodded and it hurt my wounds, but she smiled as one hand touched my shoulder. "You’re a terrible king, but a great father" spoke with a certain kindness "and it’s impossible that you won’t become a great king with a little care." "Be careful?" "Yes" she said and then held my hand "needs care, like a child who is learning to walk. Take care of your people closely, be with them, know them and then make them know you."

The Search for Reign. Reign's point of view. I was in the midst of the flowers and the grass. It was really comfortable and quiet. I looked around and it looked like a hidden garden. I spotted an orange tree and a very tall apple tree. I felt relieved, I mean spending a week here and eating fruits wouldn’t be so bad.I played and twirled in the garden, for a while I started feeling hungry, I opened my bag and I brought out my snacks to eat but it was barely enough, I knew I wanted to eat the apple, it is so red, plump but there was one problem, the tree is so huge and tall, climbing it would mean either an injured leg, a broken rib or a twisted ankle, and neither any of those options would wo

Vanessa says. I turn my head to where Bisera blasts her magic like a pistol, yelling like a madwoman competing with Vernon. Her mate Ragnar is nearby, making sure she doesn't hurt herself. "I guess they are different when it comes to being rulers; they are firm, but when it comes to this matter, it's like seeing them in their younger years. The time how they first met before becoming an Elder." I watch as Ingrid pulls up a smile watching her mate take on a demon; there sparkles in his dark gold eyes like the mighty Werewolf King she fell in love with.

They looked proud and above all, authority and power floated in the air. I walked beside the King, arms touching his. The King looked at me, a brief meeting of the eyes and then his eyes went to his arms and then he stopped. "King Damien." The King of Latoli, greeted with a raise of his glass. I looked around and he was the only young King amongst them all. Damien? I looked up at the King, his eyes on the men that were seated. His name was Damien? I had overhead one of the maid, saying his father had named his Victory and for that reason, he has son every war.

They can't keep their hands off eachother. As his band gets recognition and everything starts to turn around for them, Faris finds himself caught in a controversy one that could ruin his career and his dream. The band faces backlashes and is on the edge of breaking and on the other hand everything turns upside down in his fairytale love story.

After year and years of trying Queen Ivory begged her younger sister Alovia who was a Davister witch for the fruit of the womb but Alovia refused. Suddenly the king was charmed with a lust spell that made him sleep with Alovia, who became pregnant and bore the king a son. Alovia demanded the king broke his mate bond with Ivory and crown her queen, she did everything possible to make it happen. Queen Ivory later realized that the cause of all her delima was her jealous sister, seeing as she was defenseless against her sister's magic, she left and gave birth to twins. A boy with the moon birthmark on his right chest and a girl with a wolf on her right shoulder, the ALPHA KING. Melissa Alejandr

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.”

I said, keeping my tone professional, masking the tremor in my chest. "It means more than that," Richard countered, a slow, dangerous smirk curving his sharp jaw. He reached out, his large, calloused hand wrapping firmly around my wrist, pulling me a fraction closer. The heat of his skin sent a fierce, golden wave of energy straight up my arm, instantly soothing the dull ache in my lower abdomen. "It means the elders will expect an heir. A child born of a living king and a primal Luna would possess enough spiritual strength to dominate the entire continent."