Romans & histoires Marvel King In Black

Anna chuckled and shook her head in agreement. The announcer cleared his throat and announced their arrival. " I give you House D'aramitz." Taking a deep breath, Belle and Anna walked through the door and headed to the throne to pay their respects. Jezzebelles breath caught in her throat. The King was not in his usual attire. Which was usually a black laced up cotton shirt. He was still wearing his usual breaches and riding boots but the shirt caught her attention big time. He was donning a beautiful Navy blue shirt that off set his eye's making them look dark and mysterious holding a beautiful blue fire to them. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows like he was over heated. He looked lik

Without waiting for a moment, Gia pushes us away from the black wolf who turns his head toward us. I notice his red eyes just as Gia tries to run again. His eyes - A hot glowing red color. Forgetting all my pain, I find myself lost in those glowing red eyes when the realization dawns upon me. He is... He is the Alpha King - Cain Reyes. Only he has a black wolf and those red glowing eyes. I have heard everyone talking about his wolf in the cafe. Shivers of dread run down my spine. Everything clicks in my mind now. Alpha King is going to kill his mate and then make Olivia, his mate.

And at the far end, on a raised platform, sat a throne of black iron. And on that throne sits a tall, muscular man, The Lycan King. Kieran Blackthorn. The Beast King. I forgot to breathe. He is not what I expected. The stories painted him as a monster, something barely human. But the man before me was nothing like an animal. He was young, perhaps only a few years older than I am. He is devastatingly beautiful in the way dangerous things are beautiful, sharp and perfect and absolutely terrifying.

There was no enemy assassin. There was no epic, life-or-death battle. There was only Marcellous. The terrifying, ruthless, bloodthirsty Supreme Alpha King of the entire continent was standing in front of a kitchen sink. His black shirt was wet from top to bottom, clinging pathetically to his massive chest. Clear tap water was dripping from his hair, his nose, and his chin, pooling in a wet puddle around his heavy combat boots. His right hand was clamped tightly over his right eye, while his left eye was swollen red and streaming with unstoppable tears.

For those of us on the outside, it was very frightening. King Marvelon stared at his piece of sandwich. "I don't know." "What was it like?" Prince Mitchalus questioned. A slight silence washed over us. King Marvelon gazed ahead of him. "It was painful but it disappeared." "Do you think it's because you used your powers?" Mia inquired. "You were fine before." King Marvelon stuffed the rest of the sandwich in his mouth. "No, that's not it." "He's the King of Kings," Martin added. "He can't turn off his powers. He's using it even now."

I asked Elder Morgana. Damon interrupted her as she was about to speak. “Listen, everyone. I don't care who you are or what you are. I am the only one with the title of a king here. I am not just the alpha of a pack alone. I am the alpha king, and I demand total respect from all of you. It's one kingdom and I lead everyone!”

a grainy snapshot from the hotel's front door cam. Only his profile showed a man in a black coat with sharp, menacing features. The chill seemed to seep through the screen. The comments were blowing up: [OMG! Doesn't he look just like that guy?!] [The Alpha King of Bloodmoon Wolf Kingdom, Frederick!] Frederick. My head spun. The guy from last night, the one he called "baby," the one I thought was just a one-night stand. The Wolf King? The one from the legends, an Alpha King infamous for his hair-trigger temper and cold-blooded killings, all because he couldn't find his mate?

He looked like a man being consumed by a shadow from the inside out. "Don't touch me," he hissed, his body jerking as a fresh wave of pain hit him. "The Rot is taking the wolf. If I shift now, I’ll kill everything in this building." I saw his hand. The claws were out, digging deep furrows into the concrete. He was the Lycan King. I knew it then. No regular Alpha had this kind of terrifying pressure in their aura. He was Killian Blackwood, the man the packs whispered about in hushed tones, the King who had gone into hiding because the madness was winning.

I first heard his name, it was spoken with fear. “Kael Blackthorn will attend the summit.” The Alpha Summit was approaching, the announcement sent ripples through Moonfall pack. Warriors straightened their backs. The entire territory buzzed with tension. Warriors doubled patrols. Servant like me worked until our hands bled. Kael Blackthron. The Alpha king. They said he conquered packs without mercy. That he once tore out a rival Alpha chest torn open, blood pooling into the dirt. Kael’s warriors watched silently as he stepped closer, his presence alone enough to make them lower their heads.