Marvel The King Novels & Stories

“Marvelous!” Farrah crooked a small smile at the corner of her sheer nude glossy lips. “The Alpha King has left the pack and soon his son will follow.” Dymian cupped her cheek before turning away from her. He beckoned Rovell to lend him his ear while they communicated privately at the desk. -

She looks-lost. Slowly, the men around me go to one knee. Marinah's eyes leave mine, and she looks at them, not comprehending what's happening. Her gaze comes back to me, and I see her fear. I smile and slowly take one knee. "What? Get off your knees; every one of you is crazy." No, we aren't crazy. We're paying homage to our new leader. Marinah is King. ***

“They won’t. No one’s stupid enough to bring up Milo’s son in front of him. Not tonight.” Before I could press further, Milo’s voice cut through the room. “Enough chatter. We’re leaving.” He stood in the doorway, dressed in a tailored black suit that made him look every inch the king he was. His presence filled the space, commanding attention without effort. His eyes swept over me, lingering on the gown, the necklace, the way my hair fell in loose waves over my shoulders. For a moment, I thought I saw approval in his gaze, but it was gone as quickly as it came.

When the leader Vekoslav died, his son Thanos, who was even more cruel than his late father, took his place. ****** "General, the soldiers are ready," said the dextra. "Alright, Maku and I are next!" he replied. His father was currently still in the room, so he called him. "Maku, everything is ready!" she shouted from the living room of their mansion. He came out holding his wife's hand. "Maritus, be careful," she told her husband. "Etiam, Mulier," he replied, and kissed his wife on the forehead. "Filia, don't leave your Maku alone." This is what her mother always instructs whenever they go to war.

Those who are called will be exploited both intellect and strength. King Februtus is the king of the Borlal kingdom, he is known as a very cruel king. Of the 4 sons, Maretus was the golden child. Maretus who is the 3rd child and he was the one who got the title of hero before his older brother. The king, with a large and burly body, sat on a throne adorned with dozens of swords of all kinds and sizes.

~VELIA~ Amazing. That was almost the perfect word to describe how my brother had ruled the kingdom. Being the Supreme Alpha King was a lot to handle alone, having to lead the other Supreme leaders and also being the Alpha of all Alphas was a huge responsibility. But Mobali held the entire kingdom on his shoulders for centuries, and now he has finally found his 'mate' and is unwilling to accept her. He believes everyone is just with him to have a taste of the Royal life, but what they don't know is that…

His eyes wandered far and wide, as if the King of Maldiva was pleading with him to stop the war. Bill remained silent, listening to Keannu Wellington's incessant rambling. He let the king continue to say everything that was on his mind. "You know General Mackenzie, the King of Maldiva loves his son very much, not to mention Kingsley is the Crown Prince who will replace him. He will definitely try his best to protect him." Keannu laughed again and picked up the glass filled with red wine that had been served by the servants. His face had turned red, perhaps he was getting drunk but he did not want to stop drinking and instead wanted to drink more and more wine.

Nazneen's utter excitement made King Marcel a bit sensible. "Not now...let them fight now. I will sit back and enjoy them. It's quite a show…" "But, King Marcel, Lord Nathan is too powerful. He has two more children on the way. With three children he will be strong." King Marcel leaned forward to look her in the eye and uttered, "It's his time now. Let my time come, Nazneen. I will show him who is more powerful." King Marcel looked like a real king, from his appearance. Dressed in the medicinal attire with the powerful sword in his hand, he was an aged ancient being.

"which one?" "huh?" "Which flavor?" "oh, um dark chocolate." he orders for the both of us in Italian. "you are having a star- what?" "Stracciatella, it's a classic." waiting for my ice cream I couldn't help but whisper. "They are all afraid of you." he just made a hmmm noise, His focus on his phone. "you like it don't you? I'm the big bad king fear me or lose your life." He types something fast dropping the phone back to his pocket. "fear is power so yes I do enjoy it. but people don't fear me because I go around killing everyone, they fear me because I can go around killing anyone. "

“I am surprised. You a good, strong mortal. The queen was correct in choosing you to be her daughter’s champion. You have held up your end of our bargain, and now I shall hold up mine. Go forth in peace.” The King walked him to a door on the opposite end of the corridor. It was gold plated and the carvings were of a man sitting on what looked to be the sun. it was as if he were riding on it. King Osiris opened the door and Marlon saw nothing but the vastness of space. He was once again shocked at what the King was showing him. “Good luck on your journey, Marlon. You will always have a home here.” With those words the King disappeared in front of his very eyes and he stood in front of the ope