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And she was on the other end. The heavy oak doors of the throne room groaned open, the sound unnaturally loud in the silence. Valen’s second-in-command, a grizzled veteran named Roric, stood in the doorway, his face pale, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He looked as though he had just seen a ghost. "Your Majesty," he said, his voice a low, hesitant rasp. "Are you… are you alright?" Kaelen looked up, his eyes burning with a new, more dangerous light. The mask of the king was back in place, but it was different now. It was no longer a shield, but a weapon. "I am better than I have been in weeks, Commander. What news?"

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.

His voice echoed in the hall loudly. (Kabul ke Maharana, Sultan Rafiq Sulaiman. Jesa ki humne aapse kaha tha ki Mahabaleshgarh ke Kal ko bachane ke badle hum aapki kuch bhi Hasrat poori kar paaye to badi khushi hogi. Kripya kuch maang ke Hume bojh tale halka kare) I looked at the tall, strongly built King wearing plain black Kurta with a black loincloth. His turban was fixed on his head proudly all in black.

Though, I might not be too sure about any incidence that the media weren’t able to cover. “So, you kept in track of the King’s activities. That was commendable of you.” Rox snickered. I rolled my eyes in exasperation. It’s too late to feel annoyed by anything this vampire quest giver in front of me does, so I’ll just bear with it. “I can call you here because the King has already tasted your blood. It’s like a memory function where we can summon the avatars that the King have bitten.” Rox explained. “Huh.” I spoke. I didn’t know where these words came from, and why they did, but apparently, I just blurted out, “So does that mean you have summoned someone like me before to have a leisure meet

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Werewolf Kings Mistress- So this story is still really new and only has like 4-5 chapters out. Right now Regan is meeting with his mate Dominique in secret and she still has no idea that werewolves exist. At work she starts to get closer to her coworker, Cyrus, who also happens to be the leader of the rebellion plaguing Regan. Eventually the queen and Regans wife, Claire, was going to find out that Regan was still seeing the human. Not letting anything slip she was going to have her killed so her position wouldn't be at risk. Cause afterall, if Regan changed her into a wolf then she wo

They started chanting, praising him and he stood erect. When they finally quieted down, Mister Drake continued, “Serena the shadow witch, do you take King Axl, to be your wedded husband to live together in marriage?” “I do.” “King Axl, do you take Serena to be your wedded wife and to live together in marriage?” “Of course, I do.” He chuckled briefly and Serena giggled, causing Emily to snort. “Queen Emily, do you take King Axl to be your wedded husband and to live together in marriage?” Mister Drake’s eyes pried on her.

Prevent the awakening of something called the Void Beast—or die. I swallowed hard, forcing my breathing to steady, but the tremor in my hands refused to disappear. Thirteen years. Thirteen whole years of brutal training, unanswered questions, and mysterious dreams, and this was the explanation I received? I almost laughed from sheer disbelief. “The Four Crown Kings?” I repeated under my breath, hoping saying the words aloud would somehow make them less absurd. It had the opposite effect. Aunt Mira, who had remained silent until now, stiffened so noticeably that I immediately turned toward her. That reaction alone told me everything I needed to know—she knew exactly what that title meant.

Cutting to a clip of Alaric my older brother, the King, beaming as if he’d just won a jackpot instead of discarding centuries of royal tradition. I couldn’t manage to breathe until I heard myself murmur, “No. No, no, no.” I dialed him immediately. He answered on the second ring. “Elara,” he greeted with warmth. “Tell me what I just saw on TV isn’t real.” He laughed. Laughed! “I knew you’d be the first to call.” “Alaric!” I snapped. “You’re the King of Averelle! You can’t just give that up! For......for.... a hotel receptionist?”

When Merlin was a little older than I, he went to Camelot to live with his mother’s friend: the court physician, Gaius. That’s where he met the ancient dragon, Kilgharrah, who told him of his destiny. Merlin was meant to help King Arthur unite the kingdom of Albion. By this time, Merlin already knew he had magic, but could only seldom control it. He also hated Arthur and his father, Uther, who would cruelly persecute any and all users of magic.

I don't know if I can forgive him this time because my son's life is at stake. I'm fine with being hurt. But my son is not yet naive but will suffer hardships. Why does everything seem to go to the wrong place every time I feel happy? "It's undeniable that it's the king's fault. But you can no longer blame someone who already regretted their past mistake. Even the king can make a mistake no matter how powerful he is. I know you are reasonable." Merlin said he was trying to clear my mind. It was clear as day that he was on the king's side.