Mercenary King 소설 & 이야기

“He’s so good at causing trouble. I’m glad I didn’t grow any feelings for him. Or else, I would've gotten into trouble with him.” Ferb smirked. The way he looked at Chase was filled with murderous intent. “Congratulations for successfully enraging me. “When I was eight years old, I was sent to an overseas mercenary corps for training. At the age of 15, I defeated all the mercenaries there and won the title of King of Mercenaries. At the age of 18, I started fighting in battles. To this day, I've killed 50 people. “And you will be the 51st!”

She heard footsteps and turned her head to look who it was. "Dante! Oh my gods it is you!" Dante was the Crown Prince of the Northern Demon Citadel. He had bronze skin, like he had just got done tanning. His hair was indian long and black. He had beautiful blueish green eyes. Demons were almost pretty much like vampires. Their eyes hold the power rings. The more rings the more powerful. Their nails were just as sharp as well. Their ears were pointed and usually adorn with earrings. They had wings and an actual tail. Belle always made fun of Dante when he got mad at school because his tail would pop out along with his horns. Being a royal bloodline he could hide majority of his features in th

I thought that with phoenix back, I could protect the pack without thinking of the decision-making aspect. Darted worriedly. What if I fail to make a good decision in the near future. I might've proven myself worthy of the position, but I could also prove myself unworthy with any slight mistake. Besides, I had never been a ruler before, I had no idea how it was being one. I was practically just following my instincts for now, but the more I sat down to think about it, the more worried I became.

I pulled my heavy steel sword from my belt. The mercenaries turned. They saw me. They did not look scared. They looked happy. "The Broken King," one of them sneered. He had a scar across his nose. "Kael said you might come. He said we should bring back two heads instead of one." "You will bring back nothing," I growled. The first man lunged.

"I am the sole, living heir to the shadow throne. The men paying your contracts are traitors stealing my gold. If you pull that trigger, my husband will not just kill you. He will completely eradicate your entire bloodline from the history of this continent. Bow to your Sovereign, or die in the snow." The absolute, freezing terror in her eyes was completely paralyzing. The mercenary captain looked past her to the pitch black, demonic inferno burning in Lucian's eyes. The American King wasn't afraid of the twenty rifles; he was just waiting for a single excuse to physically tear the captain in half. The captain's hands trembled. He slowly, deliberately lowered his rifle. One by one, the twent

My voice was low, calm, terrifyingly steady. The man bared his yellowed teeth and spat toward my boots. "Rot in the north, you northern bastards," he snarled. "I answer to no she-wolf who spreads her legs for a monster." Before I could even blink, Malakar moved. The king's boot crashed into the mercenary's shoulder with the weight of a falling oak. The sharp crack of collarbone snapping echoed off the stone walls, followed by a scream that tore through the dawn silence like shattering glass. Malakar set the tip of his boot over the man's chest and leaned down slowly, millimeter by crushing millimeter, until ribs began to creak beneath the leather.

he asked. "Valerie Aine James," I replied, biting my lip. Did he maybe, by any chance, know them? He was a vampire so he could be really old and maybe have been friends with my parents? His eyes widened a fraction and my hopes went up. "Nikolai, do you know who Faelern is?" Max asked, jumping to a different topic. "The king of all Fayes," Nik replied. The Fayes had a king? "Did you know he had a daughter?" Max asked him again.

“.…Merrica…Bloodlines, Heirs, genders..doesn’t made a person a King or a Monarch…it has never does and should never will…A King is someone who can hold his own self, someone who can lead you all, be it peasant, nobles or slaves…A king should grasp his own power and stand above all to show his might and the heart of steel, that would never falter to anyone will but his own…A king is someone who made the Title his own…no the one that become a king due to the title that was given due to his or her birth right…..remember, every first king was born from a normal and humble beginnings…, My friend….that prince….is not a king….but a mere puppet and a lofty fool…..should such man rise to the throne…t

Brax questioned as we both looked up at Ace. "Yes! My great-grandfather was king, until he gave it up." "Okay. So why are you telling us?" I wasn't sure of his goal, seeing how it wouldn't matter now anyway. No, Alpha will hand their title over. The time of a King is long gone. "I plan to reclaim my title. My great-grandfather was foolish for stepping down. I will get everything that belongs to me. One way or another." He stated, as if it were an obvious fact.

The mission they took up led them to face off against the Wolf King? If they had known the mission was an attempt on the Wolf King’s life, they would never have accepted it no matter how much the reward was. “Spare us.” “W-we surrender. Don’t kill us.” “Wolf King, spare us!” The mercenaries were horrified as they stammered. Andrius glanced at the mercenaries coldly and said, “This country forbids mercenaries, and since you people are already here, you shall stay. “Arrest them.” With Andrius’ order, a number of soldiers strode in and brought the mercenaries away, leaving Simon alone.