Observation Haki King Legacy Novels & Stories

I ask, not sure where would find horses in these woods. "Technically, we could. However, The King would definitely be coming this way to look for you." She says, knowing I'll put the pieces together. "Levi and Levin are on horses." I purse my limps and slump down on the cold stone floor. "Who's Levin?" Saki-Leigh questions, "Oh, one of my close friends. He's now second in command to the king." There was a silence and then a simple acknowledgment.

"This ledger isn't just a record of past funding. It's evidence of an assault already in motion, something coordinated, something timed." "Timed for what?" Marlowe asked, though some part of her already dreaded the answer before it came. Kellan's expression had gone grim in a way Marlowe hadn't seen from him even during the worst of the ravine fight. "My king. This notation, the rally point coding. I've only ever seen it used for one purpose in the old dispatches." He met Ronan's eyes directly. "A coronation. Or a wedding. Any moment the entire pack would be gathered in one place, celebrating, guard rotations relaxed, everyone's attention focused somewhere other than the walls."

“You’re saying… he can come back.” The first Watcher finally nodded. “In time.” Kane looked around at the circle of cloaked wolves. “Then what do you want me to do?” “Prepare,” the young Watcher said. “You are her legacy. But legacy is not inheritance. It must be earned. Understood. Carried.” Kane's voice cracked. “I don’t know how.” “That is why we are here.” — Back in Eldoria, Raymond stood at the center of the council chamber, holding the black stone marked with the ring of eyes. He turned it over again and again in his hand.

“Let’s get some things straight Joseph. We are no longer kids. We are the respective leaders of our clans and as such, we must think for our clans irrespective of what our feelings dictate to us. It is because we are allies that you are privy to some information. Being told about a new Legacy is your privilege as our ally. It is not your right. And it certainly is not your right to be given information about our talents. Did you think because your clan is called the Clan of the First, that we have to obey you? Do not test me Joseph. Do not test the Lion Kings!” The First King could only hold his tongue under Galbraith’s rebuke, for he knew that Galbraith was right. There was indeed no reason

He confessed after he was caught. ‘Forgive me, son. I had to say those words to convince the traitors that we were against each other to lower their defenses,’ the King explained when he summoned me back to the castle after I sent Katriona to the hospital. ‘You and I may have opposing views about certain things but that was not reason enough for me to go against my own flesh and blood. The night we returned to the city after you abducted your brother’s bride, I noticed a change in the armory. And the legacy was stolen.’ The legacy was a sword passed onto every Alpha King. It was said to be bestowed by the moon goddess herself. Anyone who possesses the legacy didn’t have to shift in order to

Tomorrow, the Kings would walk into a closed forum where legacy houses debated bloodlines and compliance, where the future was manufactured in the language of tradition. And for the first time since Observer status was granted— They would not attend as participants. They would attend as disruption.

He asked, dropping the newspaper on the table. "The King of Latoli, King Herod is not an ally but a traitor. He's joining forces with the King of Sethum to overcome the whole world. The first thing they'll do is to ambush Bakarish and kill it's Soldiers...." And I told him everything I knew. The King's eyes never left mine when I was done and I stepped back when he stood up. "I knew that Herod was working with Owen and I also knew they would first attack my Kingdom when they strike first...cause the Kingdom of Bakarish has well trained soldiers than every other Kingdom." He paused and looked at me in the eyes.

The mournful howls of the pack rose in response, a haunting melody that echoed through the clearing. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the gathering, the king's body, draped in ceremonial garments, was laid upon the stone monument. His majestic form, even in death, exuded an aura of power and dignity. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized the weight of his responsibility and the immense task that awaited Kaden as his rightful heir.

Melissa Alejandra King lived the life of an assassin amongst the Valshier pack, she was known to be the strongest and dangerous fighter and had the aura of an ALPHA. Micage Alexander King lived his life amongst the humans as a protector and unknown to him, he was protected was a trusted warrior of Queen Ivory, he was ruler over every human. A KING in the eyes of the many. Devaro Allen King born from Alovia and Alexander, an illegitimate child to the throne, he would do anything to get the throne even if it means killing his siblings. A fight for the title of the Alpha king, siblings fight and the creation of monsters. Who will be given the title of the Alpha King?.

Richard whispered. "No." I looked closer at the screen. The SUVs weren't attacking. They were kneeling. Every agent. Every guard. They were all on their knees in the driveway. And standing on the roof of the estate was Henry. He was holding a staff. A staff topped with a glowing, silver-violet orb. "The King is back," Henry's voice came through the monitor, clear and cold. The screen went static. The elevator doors opened. Elias was standing there. But he wasn't alone.