Novel Tomb Raider King Novels & Stories

“You’ve kept something so important from us. Seeing as you have been investigating this, we will leave this to you… AND…” Natalia’s eyes meet another’s in the room—Tom. His d*mned nephew had been sitting in for training to become the next Alpha King. Rowan barely registered his existence. “If you kill this witch, YOU can become King.” Her grin was malicious, eyes glinting. Tom, too, didn’t seem to mind the Queen’sQueen’s statement. Ah. They believed this was a great way to kill Rowan off. Well, that wouldn’t happen. “You may go,” Titan said, waving his hand and acting like the one in charge again.

I look around the room, looking for signs that I was being watched. ‘He wants the King dead.’ I link him. There was no other way to say it. I just had to tell him the cold, hard truth. But I also didn't want Amanda listening. He frowns and taps his temple ‘The King is dead. He had Colt killed.’ I shake my head. ‘Not King Colt. Aiden. Aiden is the King now. He wants Aiden dead. He wants the bloodline of the King to end and that ends with Aiden.’

One marked as “The Real King.” Amara stared. “All this time, I was fighting the wrong ghost.” Scene Four – The New Message A new black envelope arrived that night. No stamp. No seal. Inside: a single card. The King of Thorns. On the back: Your throne was built on a lie. You were never the queen. Just the distraction. Scene Five – The Decision The Winter Court erupted in panic. Jasmina wanted to deploy assassins. Mateo wanted to go dark. Cassian wanted Luca back.

Yesterday the King cried, and the fact that the King was still alive today and a vampire, had shaken Pine from the real world. "The king is my father, that means my father is the king. The king is still alive today, he has lived a millennium, and as you know. My father is a vampire," Kevin said at the time. *** Tak! Tak! Tak! Rai stamped his feet repeatedly, making the soldiers and servants around him feel uncomfortable. His expression looked annoyed, making no one dare to approach him. "You're going to make a hole in this floor if you keep doing it," said Al, warning Rai's sulking child-like behavior.

That King Arabic Reubus loved her to the core and was willing to sacrifice his life for her. I kept walking until I found out what I was looking for. The keyhole. I shifted my glance to King Arabic Reubus and saw him still kneeling down in front of the queen's tomb. My breath fastened as I held the key that I replicated with my magic. I inserted it in the keyhole and a loud creaking of something that was opening covered the whole royal tomb.

She killed the headlight the last stretch, rolling up slow. Two guys stepped out front, guns loose at their sides. One recognized her. “The fuck you doing here, Iron bitch?” Tiffany killed the engine. She swung off, legs still wobbly from the whiskey. “Take me to King. Tell him I got news. Big news. About Reaper’s old lady.” The guys looked at each other. One smirked. “Better be worth it.” They led her inside. The place stank of smoke and oil. King sat at a back table, legs up, playing with a knife. He looked up slowly when they brought her in.

If he had known who I was, he would have been shocked to find out that I was one of the seven generals of King Iris. ~RIKAS~ The tomb of prince Rowland shattered my imaginations and defeated my expectations. I thought I’d find myself crawling into a smelly tunnel, after I saw the entrance from the outside, but It looked like a totally different world in the inside. It was like a small castle of rocks adorned with nature’s gifts. Shiny walls, strange paintings, and strange symbols everywhere. For a brief moment, I thought about Thalia’s letter, and another mystery gradually unravelled again. She mentioned the elephant’s ivory.

His tone sharpened. I swallowed hard, trying to breathe through the nausea. The King wasn’t the original reaper because he made a deal with Death. He wasn't a reaper at all. He was the Keeper. “You captured Death,” I whispered. “That’s why he can’t leave.” “That is why he is mine. His power is mine!” the King corrected, stepping closer again, and I stumbled a step back, my heel bumping into my mother’s body. “The crown before was a joke! It was weak and crumbled so easily!”

As a result, when we got back home, Reive settled himself on the sofa, near the fire, and I started to walk back and forth, biting my nails and blushing under his mocking look. “You are the Undead King, aren’t you?” I gasped, stopping and holding wide my arms. “You’re Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel! The ruler of Aldenor, overthrown seven hundred years ago!” The necromancer grimaced, but didn’t stop smiling, “Little one, let’s not speak about this: ‘overthrown ruler’ and all that blah-blah-blah. Yeah, I’m the Undead King. Yeah, the very one who lived seven hundred years ago”.

One of the men that had taken you replied. "The king’s son is coming today." The other man stated as he watched you with sinister eyes. "Make sure she looks presentable." They strip the blinds away. Adjusting to the dim, torch lit room, you notice the stack of wet hay flooding the rough floor as well as the misty dark metal. You start to panic. How on earth did you end up in a dungeon! Looking up in horror, you noticed something fairly odd about the men. They all seemed to protrude long canine teeth that resembled those fangs of a vampire.