Novel & Cerita Pair Of Kings Lanny

The king stared at the screen with an annoyed expression , trying his best to not allow the anger to take over him in front of prince Diego . " Yoru highness , shall I proceed with the next video ? " said assistant Lan . " The next video is quite a steamy one . Will you be able to watch it your majesty ? " said prince Diego . " .........yes ! " said the king . " Then.......proceed Lan ! " said Diego with a smile .

I feel my face flush with embarassment instantly at her gesture. We get to the table in the back, the three men stand close by but not too close "What is your name please", his voice is smoother than cream cheese on a bagel "Annette Valentine" I respond, trying not to get lost his eyes, he smiles at hearing my name, "oh that smile is to die for" Meda purrs, "Annette Valentine" he repeats, "Allow me to introduce myself, My name is Kantrell Torri, I am the Lycan King of the Eastern Terriotry." The shock from his words wont let me move, I can't even speak in this moment, did he say what I think he just said? THE LYCAN KING?!

For some reason, he seemed awfully familiar. "As you all know, your Alpha is dead." His voice resounds through the forest. "I am sorry for the loss you have all encountered today, but I'm not here to make it any better." A few people gasped, murmuring among themselves at his words. "My name is Alpha Henry, but most people call me King." He introduce shortly, I frown. He was supposed to be Eloise's mate. He must be devastated. *

It looked as if Lance had a twin brother. The king, Nathaniel Eustein, was a mirror image of Lancelin, the template from which he had been cast. The same dark hair, the same height and the same build, except for the liquid silver eyes that differentiated father and son. He wore a jacket similar to Lance except it was all white and encrusted with diamonds. The crown on his head however, was pure gold with rubies and emeralds embedded in them and he held a staff that too was made of gold with a giant ruby on one side. For a second, my eyes met the King’s and I lowered them immediately, feeling uncomfortable.

Even my name itself brings fear to our enemies' hearts. SHANE VINCENT KING, leader of the most powerful gang in NY. My last name says it all, we are the KINGS. I have no weakness but My world is my family. My whole family including my brothers and sister are also well known for their skills. If anyone dares to hurt my family, then rest assured you can find them six feet under the ground. I'll never let anything happen to my family and my teammates are also like my family.

Whatever fragment had struck me had struck him as well. Before anyone could process what was happening, another presence crashed into the courtyard like wildfire. The temperature rose so abruptly that several nearby students stepped back with startled cries. Heat rolled across the air in scorching waves, pushing against Lucian’s icy mana with explosive force. I turned just in time to see him descending from the upper terrace as though gravity itself had become optional. Black hair, sharp amber eyes, and a smile far too amused for the chaos unfolding around us. Even without introduction, I knew. Kael. Another Crown King. His presence felt like controlled destruction—beautiful, reckless, and d

Leonardo is nowhere to be seen but as I walk to the studio room the TV catches my attention as a news is on it. " The Owners of one of the biggest American trading company ," The Kings" , the kings brothers are taken to police custody in charges of drugs dealing. There are rumours about having strong proves against them." The King's... Aren't they the ones who were bothering Leonardo and David? They are arrested for the charges of drugs dealing!??? Are they really involved in drugs dealing or it's a false charge on them? A false charge by Leonardo?

The royal party left the capital at first light, the air crisp and heavy with the scent of pine and distant rain. Hooves thundered against the cobblestone streets as King Lucien led the column on his massive black warhorse, Caelan riding beside him on a silver-maned mare. Behind them rode a small but elite guard, and at the rear — deliberately placed — was Prince Rowan Draven.

His voice was calm, but there was something underneath his tone that suggested I really didn’t want to find out what happened when he had to ask twice. “Anna.” I replied. “Anna.” He repeated it like he was testing how it sounded. “I’m Ace Lantslov.” My blood turned to ice. Everyone knew that name. Every werewolf pack in existence knew that name. Because the Lantslovs weren’t just lycans, they were THE lycans. The royal family that had ruled over lycans and werewolves for centuries, and owned almost every pack here. Of course he would spend that much on me when he was practically a billionaire.

The twin kings. They had a self-possession, not in haste, not guarded, which said that already this palace was theirs. Both were tall, broad-shouldered, and had dark clothes that identified their rank without any superfluousness. Their eyes went around the room, keen and critical, and came to rest upon Darran. They both did not look at me initially. Darren came forward rapidly. "Kings Daniel and Marcus. Welcome." Daniel halted some few feet short of the throne. His voice was not warm and he spoke calmly. "You took a loan from us."