Novel Tomb Raider King Novels & Stories

Then he cleared his throat. “That name…the brat who calls himself king…is forbidden here. I’ll let it slide once, since you’re new to our land.” He stepped closer, but slower this time, voice steady. “I’m Sebastian Blackthorn. King of the Outlands. This is my home. You’re in my territory.” King. Of course. Because why not? One fantasy king wasn’t enough…I had to stumble from Adrian’s palace straight into another king’s house. Fantastic. Just grand.

Guardian Angel introduces us. “King Drake?” Amir asks. “I hadn’t heard that there was a vampire king named Drake.” “There wasn’t a few days ago. I killed King Raphael, who killed my father and King Kazimir. His son, Reyes, is now king as well.” “So, it’s true? There is war among the vampires?” Amir asks. “Yes, there was, and I have won. King Reyes and I are now in an alliance and any who go against either of us will have to fight both of us.”

The light washed over the pack, over the Lycans, over the courtyard, pushing back the shadows that clung to the corners of the manor. "Today, we end this," I said. "Today, we wake the king. Today, we destroy him. Not because we want to. Because we have to. Because if we do not, he will destroy everything we love. Every pup. Every pack. Every memory." The wolves cheered. The Lycans howled. Their voices rose into the grey sky, fierce and defiant. We marched into the forest. The king's tomb was hidden in the mountains, beneath a glacier that had not melted in centuries.

"How do you know the King?" "We met recently, when I came here before saving you. He tried to recruit me for his army, but naturally I disagreed," Marek explains, feet planted on the gravel as he closes the carriage door. I doubt Marek would work for anyone anymore, especially after what happened with Tai. And being that Tyrien is a King, I imagine Marek doesn't want anything from him other than a friendship. I'm curious about that relationship though, since Tyrien isn't just a King in the Emerald Province, but the ultimate King over the entire land.

he worriedly said as he looked at Clad. “Shit, I am not done yet.” A number of footsteps were then heard coming not so far from where they were. ‘Ah, the reinforcements…’ Looking at Alex, he motioned his head to let him know that they had to go. “But how about him? ” He asked, pointing at Orlando. … “The king has arrived!! ” Declared by the guard as the king of Voneveir, King Allan, made an appearance with his body fully equipped with armor. “Where are they?”

The tears she'd forced out hung awkwardly on her lashes. "Clara, get up. Thank your sister for her blessing." Father sighed in relief. "Th-thank you, sister." Clara bounced out happily. "Girls grow up so fast, hard to keep them around." Father joked, but when he turned and saw my cold face, he looked guilty. "Rowena, the only unmated heirs left from the ruling clans are the vampire lord Thorne and the elf prince Eldrin." "I think the elves aren't a bad pick. Their looks and status are way above the vampires."

The unidentified werewolf. “Before the King could begin his interrogation of the werewolf we’d recently identified as the head of the werewolf rebels, Tomson Murray attacked him by throwing a silver knife. The King spun out of the way, and the knife landed in his friend’s chest instead. The King then killed Tomson Murray, and we left.” My breathing is labored as I ask Marcel, “Who was the other werewolf?” I already know the answer, but I need to make sure Marcel doesn’t. That Alexander wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t know about my dad’s death.

he threw back as he made his way to the door “yes love” mave threw back making his brother go “love why is he love?” consus said, he heard as mave purred softly “because now YOU’RE my king” “i... i am?” his brother stuttered back

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

I ended the call and began my walk to the docks. When I got there, he was already with some of the men there. And a new face that I hadn’t seen before. “Kane. This is Mr Smith. Mr Smith, the one and only Reaper King,” Mr Smith looked like how most men in the business world looked. Short. Stocked up. Covered with so much jewelry and wiry eyes that gave the impression he’d sell me his mother without blinking. “Reaper. I’ve heard so much about you.” I put my hands in my pockets, my eyes staring at the crates behind him. “Are those the shipments?”