Max Taylor Dinosaur King Novels & Stories

I look at King and then back to Labyrinth, who must be searching the table for defects because he isn't chancing even a glance at me. King leans over and whispers, "They are trying to figure out where you come from and who your mother was." "She was Dinah." "Your non-human family? Who were they?" Beck snaps. Intense pain in my gut makes me gasp. King's death stare at Beck is also telling. Through the pain, I manage to glance at Axel. His usually compassionate eyes stare daggers at Beck. "We're done here," King snarls at the man causing all the trouble.

It says The Alpha King in the picture because I'm currently trying to get the book title switched to that! For anyone confused about why there are two different names. Happy New Year!!

Then this thoughts made her so happy that she hugged the king in excitement King Tejas was beyong shocked . He asked her so many questions but her mouth was shut , she stood like a statue a single word would cost the lives of her brothers . But she loved the Kind , generous and handsome King , who did everything to make her happy My name is King Tejas . I'm 21 years old . I'm the first born of my parents and have two little sisters who are staying at our maternal grandparents house . My parents are dead and I'm livin all alone in the palace with my trusted person and few relatives ..... ,, The king Tejas said in one breath and Princess stared at him without blinking her eyes

I heard Verone whisper and I frowned in confusion when my eyes widened at the sight of one of the dragons rubbing her muzzle against Aiden’s. “It would take more than just you to defeat a royal blood, King Verone” one of the black dragons said looking directly at Verone who shied back “I am King Tyson, king of dragons. Those who believe me dead shall face the consequence of their actions” I stayed quiet as I watched the scene before me. Seeing the dragons assemble around the kingdom’s grounds, in front of the palace, around the fields, the roof, what’s left of it, of the palace. Aiden stood by my side as he kept his eyes on my brother who was trying to escape leaving the dragon in the mercy

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

Bowing ensued and silence reigned as he took his seat on the grand chair at the foot of the staircase. My heart raced as I studied the king, his premise was as dark as the rumors had claimed but his looks were anything but horrifying. His hair was well-styled, his lips had a piercing at the side and a tattoo on his neck was obvious. Those dark eyes scanned the room as he looked at the females gathered around him, shaking in fear.

Daimon explained. “Is it possible he feels the same way?” Taylor asked, still uncertain. “I can sense his inner animal, and I know it’s thrilled to have found us. Taylor, the king, feels the same. You saw how he looked at you—his heart was racing.” Daimon tried to soothe Taylor’s anxious heart. Taylor splashed water on his face, dried it with a towel, and left the bathroom. As he stepped out, he nearly bumped into a man in the hallway. As he passed, the man called out to him.

A man stood up after her, walking and taking her place as I walked back to sit down, my heart drumming not believing the love all these people had for their king. "Your majesties, my name is Gregory, the king's second in command, the first vampire he turned, following him to the burning fires even in death. Glenda has said it all and I am not good with speeches, so, as much as we hold so much hate for the werewolves, for the king's sake we will take her majesty as our own to protect and respect until his majesty says otherwise. With that, I give the majesties this gift which is the heart of the last dinosaur coated in layers and layers of gold, said to bring good luck." He said walking up to

The king's concubine, the one who had plotted against the saint sent by God, was the one who would not only heal the king's son but also win his heart and make him good again, as well as the cause of his death. Calisto seemed annoyed as his arms released me, and sat on the bed. "They need your king to deal with something so idiotic? What the hell are the princes good for?" He was bothered, but my eyes were busy taking in his sculpted body, every feature of his face. No matter how many fanatics I had seen or how many times I had imagined it, I would never come close to the true beauty of Calisto. His long, black hair cascaded down his back in waves and tangles, thanks to what we had done earl

He only snapped out of it when King suddenly moved. King didn’t wake up. But Kane froze. King was crying in his sleep. The cold, stoic King—crying. His body shook. Kane knew what was happening. He had experienced it firsthand. King was having a nightmare. He gradually calmed, but silent tears still streamed down his face. He mumbled something. Kane leaned in to hear. “I—I’m sorry... sorry... I’m sorry... I—I’m sorry...” Hearing that, Kane froze.