Misfit At Demon King Academy 소설 & 이야기

I walk to the end of the platform and take Spencer in my arms, my dad placing a kiss on my cheek before I head back over to Axel. He leans down placing a kiss on Spencer’s head and also mine looking down at both of us, in this moment I knew this is where I was exactly meant to be. After all the pain and suffering I had endured during the beginning of my life, I have finally found who I really am. No longer am I, The Alpha Kings Mistake. ~The End~

He quickly left afterward—his dear Sophie seemed to be angry with him, and he must apologize to her fast! Wilson was absorbed in thinking of how to make it up to Silvia so she wouldn't be angry anymore. He skipped as he walked gleefully. But when he came to her door and saw the Demon King standing on guard, his face darkened. "Demon King, why are you here? You've come back at a very coincidental time. I suspect that you totally planned the whole thing!" Wilson was still pissed about how much Silvia trusted the Demon King. The Demon King was a lowly subordinate with a mask. How could he compare to Wilson?

*************** Callous walked towards Damien who was chatting with a few high ranking officials. "Your highness we have a problem..." Callous whispered into Damien's ears as he bowed to the other official. "Pardon me...i have some business to attend to.." Damien said with a smile as he left the ballroom with callous... his charming and gentle appearance was just a cover used to hide his vicious and ruthless side. "What is it..." Damien asked nonchalantly as his sliver eyes flickered from time to time. "Your highness Miss Madeline went into the south wing and princess Merka is missing..."

Checked over my appearance before slipping on my black strapped heels. Melanie touched up her makeup after slipping into one of my skinny jeans with the rips on the knees and thighs, a halter top which revealed her chest a little too much, and a dainty necklace fit with her initials. During the short car ride to Georgie's, Melanie coached and rehearsed the entire plan for the millionth time. "Just be yourself," her speech seemed almost rehearsed, "Be spontaneous and sexy. He likes you, it's going to be so easy getting him on board. This is the hardest part, once this is done the entire plan is in the bag."

I see Axton, silent and watching expectantly. I lift my chin. “I accept.” The elder nods and begins the ritual. Our blood falls onto the stone, marking the bond between the Misfits and me, sealing what words alone cannot seal. Axton bows his head. One by one, the Misfits follow. I stand there, my heart pounding, the weight of my new position settling. I am no longer a misfit. I am their Alpha. And I will not fail them. I step forward and take my place on the Alpha’s throne.

However, Allison cried out, “Do you feel the weird energy she is releasing? That’s exactly how she bewitched the king. She is a dark witch, and rather than restore balance, she will destroy us all.” I take it back. Allison wasn’t prepared for any of this. She was simply spiraling and sounding like a desperate woman. I smirked and responded as an insane amount of confidence zapped through me, “You mean to say you are a dark witch who tried to charm and seduce the King into sleeping with you so you can pin that bastard child of yours on him?” Allison’s eyes widened when she realized that the tables were turning against her. I caught her looking around the hall as if searching for someone… As i

This is a story about a boy and a girl who tries too hard to fit into their group of friends but constantly failed. And when they found each other, they finally find a place they can fit into. The only mistake they made was that they broke themselves trying to fix each other.

His skin was tan, his hair dark brown like chocolate, and damn, that body was perfectly built as he looked devilishly hot in a three-piece black Armani suit taking my breath away. "W...Who are you?" I asked my mate, already knowing the answer, because I felt the bond too. My mind and my heart were screaming the mate word too. " Now, why ask the question when you already know the answer to that, Princess Charlotte Petriokias?" the man asked " And, to answer your question my name is Zacharias Stone and I am the King of the demons and your fathers' age." he answers my question while taking steady steps towards me with a panty-melting smile on his face already doing a good job of making my panti

As soon as he'd signed a pact with Gabriel the Mad, leader of the Legion, his fate had been sealed. The Forsaken vampire betrayed him, coercing him to take on a powerful enemy - the Demon King, Sebastian the Vanquisher. Weakened by Gabriel's leash, a vile poison that slowly killed an immortal, his inner wolf had grown dormant. Without his wolf Vincent could not turn, forcing him to resort to desperate measures in an attempt to kill the demon. And still he'd failed! His left arm burned where the Demon King had clawed him during their battle so many weeks before. Such a wound should have healed in minutes, but the poison kept it open, allowing it to fester. He could smell the rot.

he asked. "No, she said she's not allowed to do that. I am officially making this your task. Find out who it is," I replied. "I have information on where the Rogue pack is. We are looking for a Damon King." "Damon King?" Chester asked, confused. "Yeah, do you know anyone that goes by that name?" I questioned. "No, but it does ring a bell. I can't place my hand on it," he said, trying to recall the name. "Well, that's of no importance. Let's focus. We have to come up with a plan and execute it in two weeks. This remains between us," I said, trying to keep our conversation discreet.