Pair Of Kings Lanny Novels & Stories

Everyone thought that Ten Thousand Armies had crushed the Wade family, but they did not know that two of the Four War Kings had died in Charlie's hands. There were only three people at the top of the pyramid in Ten Thousand Armies now. One was Porter, and the other two were Hunter and Zayne. Now, they were all here. Mr. Lanyon had never even had the opportunity to have such close contact with Porter when he was in Ten Thousand Armies. His immediate superior had been a five-star War General, and that five-star War General had been under Hunter's command. Therefore, when he suddenly saw Porter and the other two War Kings, Mr. Lanyon was extremely shocked. He only felt as if this was totally un

He hadn’t said a word. He just held me. That was the first time I kissed him like I meant it. Like he was mine. Now that same man was sitting on a throne. — A KING. * My thoughts scrambled. It didn’t make sense. How does a Lycan King sell himself for money? For three years? Could this be some elaborate con? A twin? A double? Could it be a misunderstanding? “Your Majesty,” Ronan said, voice smooth as velvet. “Thank you for receiving us. I regret that my mate has caused such public disorder.”

Eamonn said. Still no response from Van. I'm still trying to process the fact that both rival kings are present in the room. According to how they'd come, the first king's purpose was to ask Manny about the illegal use of her own property—as he had stated—which also points back to me being the reason for his visit. And the second king comes barging in to seek my whereabouts. Of course I knew if this news of my death got to him, he would be the only one in great doubt. The reason is because I had presented a part of myself that even my mate never got the chance to see.

"So you really are a King?" "This was what I was bred to do. My parents were Noble's, they would have wanted this." He sounds so proud, as he adjusts his jacket, although he still smiles unsurely. "It looks good on you, friend." He laughs breathily, but then quickly sobers. "You have to help me, to stop Tai." "It's not that simple...I'm about to be married to him," I say. And by the sounds of it, I'm going to be married to him soon.

Her brother was the crowned prince of her Kingdom and had taken ill recently. "He wrote a letter to you? That means he's getting better?" Lincoln asked gruffly. No matter how hard he tried, he could never stop his voice from having that grumpy sound. "Y... Yes, My King" Kaylan stuttered again. Lincoln sighed and moved his hands from her shoulders down to her waistline, then drew closer and kissed her neck. Kaylan was almost shivering. Oh! This is it! What she feared the most was happening to her. The King wanted pleasures from her body!

It lasted only a few seconds before a familiar presence jumped on my back. “So, you managed to talk to the first lieutenant,did he mention me?” Freya stared at me hopefully. Not wanting to disappoint her, I winked and shrugged as if confirming her fantasies. Together we joined Esme and Serena, engaged,as usual,in a one-sided discussion. The evening wore on, and I was about to head to bed when I heard that hateful voice behind me. “Apparently Ashley and the alpha are planning a nice little evening together tonight. Word is she’s going to his room. Finally, a Luna with real worth.”

"You sat in Cain Calloway’s chair, Eli. People have seriously been kicked out of the program for less. Okay, that’s a lie, but still. You basically told the king of the school to kick rocks. Do you even know who they are?" "The Calloways," I said, shrugging. "I saw the names. Rich, I assume?" "Rich?" Petra laughed, making this high-pitched sound that drew looks from a group of passing freshmen. "Their family basically owns half of this state, Eli. They’re huge legacy students—like, their great-grandfather built the library. Cain is the intense one, and Cole is the one who looks like he’s constantly plotting something sketchy. They don't talk to people, and they definitely don't let people st

Your prompt cooperation in this matter would be greatly appreciated by both the Northern and Southern Crowns. King Darian Callisto of the South. "Looks perfect," I said, nodding approvingly. I decided to leave the two Kings in the study. They were already obsessing over the details of the attendant, arguing about the shape of his nose and the crest on his tunic. It wasn't like I could help much with a memory that wasn't mine. I had my own worries. I needed to go back to the gardens and practice being "calm and empty". Ugh.

Jace Kingston doesn't deserve space. I'm organizing my notes when the door opens. He fills the doorway like he owns it. Broad shoulders under a crimson Vipers hoodie. Dark hair still wet from the shower. Jaw sharp enough to cut glass. He smells like expensive cologne and something else—something cold, like the ice he skates on. Girls on campus call him King. They say it like a prayer. I say it like a curse. "You're the tutor?" His voice is low and lazy, like this is all a joke.

Tapped it twice. "This is King."