Onyx Kings Of The Grail Novels & Stories

The nobles parted instantly, whispering behind gloved hands, watching closely as everything unfolded. I stood frozen beside the marble pillar, the pressure of his aura pressing down on my shoulders until my joints popped. Up close, he smelled entirely of power and frost. He looked down at me, his eyes flashing a brief dangerous streak of Lycan gold. There was no warmth there, no recognition of the sacred bond currently sewing our souls together. There was only a king protecting his borders, he needed Anya’s eastern warriors to survive the brewing war on his south side. He wasn't going to let a nameless omega ruin his empire.

Adrian asks and points in the direction of the terrified Omega? "Aye," Monty answers. My mate dresses and finally turns around to face his people. Bryce walks up to him, takes his wrist, and raises Adrian’s arm into the air. “All hail the king!” “All hail the king,” the Lycans behind Adrian starts chanting. “All hail the king!” One by one, the warriors get to their feet and join in. Slowly but surely, the chant shifts to “Long live the king,” the voices of the wolves rises up into the air and carries across the land.

Xoxo Nyx I know what you must be thinking. Why? Why would you, retired veteran and practical shut in, Kinsley Nyx Knight, be hiding behind a hedge too tall in a skirt too small? Donned in a jacket that has too many wrappy straps to know what to do with? Let alone one in front of a conglomerate that can get you black listed from every decent job in this city? Nicky. That’s right. You guessed it. Just like everything else that has gone wrong since I got back to Haven, this is all my orphan brother Roman Nikolai Cross’ fault!

He wondered how Lord Orc was regarded as a king merely because he led a band of savages. “Sixty gold coins.” Gryphon said, catching Lord Orc by surprise, “I can’t let you have all the pleasure, can I?” “Don’t worry, we can share.” Lord Orc accepted the friendly competition and they both shared a chuckle. King Kaelric shook his head in disdain, he was no martyr, but their grotesque display of power eroded the honor of actual kings. He imagined the Gryphon King and Lord Orc in a gruesome traid penetration with the slave girl, stripping off whatever dignity was left of her while their wives stayed awake, untouched by their husbands.

Finally, the ritual was successful and over. Or that’s what I thought because instead of relief, whispers erupted. Luca’s eyes widened in disbelief. “That… doesn’t make sense,” Luca muttered. “She’s my mate. It’s the full moon. This is the perfect time for bonding.” I heard more whispers from the crowd. I didn’t want this wedding but this wasn’t what I wanted either. The elder took my hands and her eyes turned white. She trembled, then recoiled like I’d burned her. “She has it,” she whispered. “She carries the forbidden crystal.”

I teased. It was no kept secret that the Alpha king had a reputation for keeping exotic creatures. He also had a reputation for being cold. He had wiped out whole clans and packs within his rule, everyone was weary of him, he was a legend in itself, said to have descended from the Goddess herself. He was unstoppable, a story to tell children into scaring them straight. “You… Genesis I am… Have you never seen the king,” he fumbled, appearing almost shocked.

he said, thinking about what else he desperately needed to talk to Romaine about. This relationship she thought they could have, which he’d promised he would give her no matter what, wasn’t plausible anymore. It never was, to begin with. She was the Princess of Deltora, the next in line on the throne and he was… a nobody, a bouncer, a lost soul. “Give me a few minutes, Marisol, and I’ll see if I can convince her to eat.” Kingston faced down the doors, his fingers itching as they used to do before his more dangerous missions, and he knocked. When there was no answer, he announced himself and walked inside. One quick look around told him very quickly Romaine was worse off than they’d all thoug

He told me about my hunt for this woman, and for so long, it has been lost on me who she could be. “Who is she?” I ask slowly, already feeling like my world is collapsing with just the look on Grey's face. “She’s the King’s mother," he breathes.