Memoir Of The King Of War Chapter 1 소설 & 이야기

"Stop!" I shouted after I leap in the tall gates of the mansion. The rogues stop and the warriors of the West snarled at them. There are more wolves groaning and whimpering on pain, I hate hearing the warriors of the Langston palace get hurt so I raise my head high and with all my strength I let out a loud growl. Showing the sharp fangs on my mouth and then my claws on the ground, I am the powerful Alpha King. The strength of my words echoed through the entire mansion and across the Western lands. The rogues bend down and lowered themselves kneeling before me.

He licks the tears on my cheeks and whispers, “Who else knows you’re already taken?” “I don’t know, I told you, I lost my memory,” I answer. I wipe my tears and see the confusion on his face. But behind that, I see the desire for me. “Then, I am warning you, tell no one that I am not your first. Tomorrow, you must act like this is our first day together. Do you understand?” “Why?” “Because a King should only have a pure, human lover. And you’re the opposite of those two basic requirements.”

The king explained Alex was now more interested in the discussion and he gave the king his full attention " What file is that and how is it going to be useful for me?" He asked the king a question. The king was glad he was finally paying attention to the discussion and so he continued " The file is a document like a book. I will give you now but you must not open it till the middle of the war. The book is something very special and I'm giving you as a protection. Make sure you open it when the war is getting too much for you and you notice your life is at risk. " The king added.

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A man sat upon it. He looked ordinary. No armor. No weapon. No glowing eyes. Just a man wearing a simple black robe. But when he opened his eyes every universe trembled. He looked at Sophia. “You finally remember me.” Sophia stared. “I don’t.” The man smiled. “You will.” Lucien stepped between them. “Stay away from her.” The First King looked at Lucien. “You.” His expression changed. “You’re still alive.” Lucien frowned. “Have we met?” The First King laughed.

Maximus’s web was wider than he had imagined, its threads coiling around friend and foe alike. Zarek’s breath came ragged, each inhale burning like fire in his lungs. His claws flexed as he stood among the ruins, staring at the empty throne that had once commanded thousands. Betrayal clung to the walls like smoke—Lucien and Mira fleeing, the King vanished, his wolves slaughtered. A shuffle echoed from the corridor. One of the surviving warriors stumbled forward, half-shifted, his body torn and bleeding. He collapsed at Zarek’s feet, pressing a bloodstained scrap of parchment into his hand.

She was not a prize to be fought over, and her glare told us both as much. This wasn’t the end of a war. It was the beginning of a new one, a battle far more personal and treacherous than any I had ever fought. The King of Ashes had just met his dark reflection, and the fight for his crown, his city, and the woman he loved had just begun.

—She replied before turning away and going in the direction of the general to report our choice. Everything after that is blurred. I remember riding for hours, killing my first soldier. I remember throwing up and having nightmares. From Vani's gentle hand on my shoulder. Hunger and thirst overwhelm me, the despair that each battle brought to my soul. From the calm figure of the king leading us, giving us hope. From the tortured face of Kreg's soldiers who fought against their will. Of the feeling of my blade slicing through its flesh. The smell of blood. Everything was too much for me. I just wanted to get away, go back to my dad. Every time I look at the king I remember that he also had a P

Once I pass through the imposing doors of his private chambers I meet a daunting pair of glaring eyes that burn into my skin. A slender woman dressed in bright robes stands outside of the entrance to the King's chambers. Her sharp jawline is clenched tightly. Her black eyes follow my every movement. The intensity of her stare sends a wave of discomfort through me. I tear my eyes away from her as the guard nudges me around the corner. "Who was she," I ask him in hushed tones. "That is Michal. The King's first wife."

I gesture to Ogi to wipe his lips, but instead, I get McKenzies attention. "Oh my god. Why is King with purple lips?" She screams. I can sense all eyes on me. "Awesomesauce..." I say. He's a quarter of mile away. "You're paying for this..." I whisper, knowing that he's listening. I walk towards McKenzie, revenge on my face "Listen up, everybody, McKenzie is speaking her mind. Shut tha funk up so thy Queen Bee does not need to scream. Lord knows she can't survive much longer without her dose... of atention." And then I tell her "MethHead" and smile.