Martial Void King Novels & Stories

Damon explained it to her so patiently. "W...what are you?" She couldn't help but ask. A chilling smirk appeared on his face, if not for his hold on her she would've stepped away from him. His aura looked dark and vicious. "I'm the King of the rogues." He announced his title, making her gulp. She knows what rogue meant and if what she thinks was right then-

He scoffed and moved away from her immediately, his disbelieving eyes glued to her face. ***************** Somewhere in the dark... A lady from the Gada Kingdom stood in front of a man. A man who was not from the Gada Kingdom. "Are you really sure about this?" The man asked, his eyes growing more dark. "Of course, Marshal. I can never bring fake news to you. The Healer's connected to the King and if you can get to her and kill her, the King would be dead as well" the lady answered with a smirk.

Maybe even… raped. "No, you’re not," he countered, standing firm. "We need to think this through. If you march into Drogomor without a plan..." "I don’t care about a plan!" I bellowed to my beta cutting him off in anger. "They’ve taken my mate, violated him, and left me with this… this mark! I won’t stand by and do nothing!" "Alaric, listen to yourself," he pressed. "You’re not thinking straight. If you storm Drogomor now, you’ll be walking into a death trap. The Mad King is expecting you to react like this.”

They were trying to find the source of the shadow magic in his blood, trying to turn the King of the North into a battery for their city. ​“Cassian!” I roared, smashing my fist against the glass. ​He didn’t move. His face was a mask of exhaustion and pain. But then, his fingers twitched. A tiny wisp of black smoke curled around his wrist—a fragment of the Void that they had not been able to kill. ​“Get him out of there,” I commanded my pack. “And kill anyone who stands in our way. The King is going home.” ​But as we prepared to break down the door, an alarm began to blare. A voice boomed over the speakers, cold and triumphant.

Like something inside him had fully awakened. The man who was still standing raised his hand slightly. A dark energy-like aura flickered around him—not fully visible, but Eli could feel it in his bones. The air itself felt wrong. Eli stepped back again instinctively. “What is that…?” he whispered. The man smirked. “Let’s see if the Alpha King is still as untouchable as the stories say.” He moved. This time, even Eli couldn’t follow it. It was faster than before—faster than anything human should be able to do.

King standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the scene on the ground floor. His figure was slim at 5'9", and his thin black shirt also emphasized his good figure. He was very handsome, like a delicate painting if one ignored the evil spirit that filled him. At Taotao's fingers holding the food box were tense, and her back was stiff. Even though she didn't see Mr. King's expression, she can feel it, he's in a bad mood now, like he wants to kill people.

said the Duke, enjoying the despair in his eyes the color of the summer sky. Lord Vragenn displeasedly threw another human corpse aside, continuing to mutter spells to himself. His strength was already quite weakened. The king almost broke the Saint, but at the last moment she, with renewed strength, began to fight him off. Some people shared their energy with her...

It was better to step into a situation and be wrong than to wait and end up slipping up. The car roared as Miguel turned the key in the ignition. It wasn't like the dark king of the underworld would go about killing him for overstepping. The right hand would be too hard to replace in such short notice. That was probably the only thing that he held in his favor currently.

he said. “What do you mean?” He exhaled sharply. “Someone is harvesting mate bond energy, and I have a feeling that it is strongly related to the void as well as the entity inside of it.” “There’s an entity behind the void?” Daxton nodded. “He’s been trapped there for a long time. He’s called the hollow king.” I froze. What if the hollow king was the main personality controlling the pawns that had been involved in my father’s death? But why?

Nya says, “aren’t you going to draw your weapon?” “I don’t carry one if I can help it,” he boasts, “I’m all the weapon I need.” “Well, aren’t you confident,” she grins as she pulls both the handguns from her Crimson Void and opens fire on the lykan. Her eyes widen when he turns vaporous and the energy bolts just pass right through him, before he solidifies again, completely unharmed. "Is that the best you got?" he taunts "Nifty, is that your phantasm?" she asks curious,