Onyx Kings Of The Grail Novelas e Histórias

Old magic, meant to deter or disorient trespassers. The world around me melted. The rocks, the trees, the distant peaks—all dissolved into a blinding, white marble hall. It was a throne room, vast and empty. And there he was. Damon. But not my Damon. This one sat on a throne of glittering, fused crystal—the complete Holy Grail. He wore robes of absolute black, and his expression was one of glacial, detached power. In his hand, he casually held a smaller, glowing shard, the final piece.

She was an outsider here, and she wore her otherness like a suit of armor. Her gaze was drawn to the main balcony where the King stood, a solitary figure of stark black and silver against the vibrant backdrop of the party. She had watched him for the better part of an hour. He played his part well, the stoic, regal monarch, but Lyra’s hunter’s eyes saw the truth. She saw the tension in the line of his shoulders, the way he held his goblet without drinking, the distant, unfocused look in his grey eyes. He was a man trapped in a cage of his own making, and the key to that cage was a secret that gnawed at him, a pain she could almost feel from across the courtyard.

I headed around the back of the castle wall, running my fingers across the stone. I turned the corner and froze as I spotted two males heading toward me; my heart sputtered as I recognized them as two of the males who were with Damon at Balor's club. The tall one with shoulder-length onyx hair was talking to the strange-looking man with skin as dark as night and eyes like a snake. They were dressed in fighting gear, their blades hitting their thigh as they made their way down the street.

“Of course. I should know you’d miss His Grace more than me. I am hurt but who am I to you, anyway? I’m just your good old Felipe.” Onyx elbowed Felipe. “Don’t listen to him. He’s been rehearsing those lines for hours now. Felipe had always wanted to be an actor, you see. But as you can also see, he sucks at that very much. By the way, before we forget, we know where His Grace is. We will take you there.” “Why are you still helping me? I am no longer in contract with your king, Sir Onyx.” “You don’t understand, Katniss. The second His Grace stepped inside your hall, it already meant that he is surrendering himself to you. To all these wolves, you are their queen but to the devil, you seem to

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

It’s time to make the whole world see that no one is allowed to threaten his queen. Onyx throws a furtive glance at the small army approaching the house he’s just left, nearly growling in frustration when he realizes that his allies are seriously outnumbered. He can only hope that both his queen and the other companions will manage to win. He trusts Thea and Lia to keep his mate safe, so he concentrates on finding the witch.

Legend had it that white wolves were bearers of peace, power, and prosperity for their packs. Onel, still in his human form, watched Sabina closely, noting the pallor that had overtaken her face. Just as he was about to avert his gaze and shift back, he caught sight of a pair of glowing gold eyes fixated on him. A shiver ran down his spine, for in their kingdom, only one man possessed such striking eyes. "I can't be mistaken," Onel muttered to himself, his voice barely audible. "I only saw him once in a ceremony, but I'm sure that's the Alpha King, Giovanni Del Fierro."

In the next image, "The King travelled far and wide in an attempt to break this curse, but no one could help him. He studied day and night, prayed and practiced all sort of sorcery, but nothing could help him" "Then One day–", he moved over to the next image, "–he saw the dragon crystal a green jade in the mountain peak of Ekabor." "It was said that the crystal bonded with his soul and blood and provided a way out from this curse". "He was going to have children again, you see, but none of his children would inherit his gift of strength and wisdom. One generation would possess the gift of Strength, while the next generation possessed the gift of wisdom." "Thus the two kings were born."

They have been growing more and more over the years, recruiting new members. I have been meaning to call a meeting of the council of Lycan kings, which I was their leader. The council is made up twelve Lycan kings, representing the twelve wolf kingdoms. But with my protection pearl going missing and bringing of Vee into my pack, I have been pretty much occupied. Now Vico is sending his men into my lands, I had to nip this shit in the bud soon or I might have another war with half breeds on my hand. “Maybe they know she is a half breed,” that had to be why they wanted her.

He looked away toward the dais where the High Oracle, an ancient woman with cataract-clouded eyes, stood beside Bianca, who knelt before the slumped, dying queen on her throne. “Brothers and sisters of Camelot,” Kael’s voice carried across the hall. “We stand at the edge of a cliff. To the west, the Lycan King Darius gathers his forces. His shadow already touches our borders, and war is no longer a rumor.” A ripple of fear went through the crowd. "To protect this pack," Kael continued, "I need to be strong. And my pack needs a strong queen. Tonight, I choose my Luna.” I took a step forward, my heart hammering in my chest. Choose us. We can be strong together.