Path Of The Hero King Novels & Stories

Cutting to a clip of Alaric my older brother, the King, beaming as if he’d just won a jackpot instead of discarding centuries of royal tradition. I couldn’t manage to breathe until I heard myself murmur, “No. No, no, no.” I dialed him immediately. He answered on the second ring. “Elara,” he greeted with warmth. “Tell me what I just saw on TV isn’t real.” He laughed. Laughed! “I knew you’d be the first to call.” “Alaric!” I snapped. “You’re the King of Averelle! You can’t just give that up! For......for.... a hotel receptionist?”

The Herd King is not chosen by crown or conquest, but by the moon goddess herself. The Hollow chooses the king. But the king must choose his queen. And she must choose him back. My throat tightens. I look down at my hands resting on the pages, and they don’t look like mine anymore. They look like the hands of someone standing at the edge of something monumental. Someone no longer just trying to run away. I stare at the text again. That last line. And she must choose him back. A chill rolls through me. Yes, it’s probably because of fear, but there is also resolve.

And I find myself trapped in a breathtaking, yet perilous, reality. I turn back to my mate. Noah Silverton. The King. If only I had been wise enough to ask him for his full name before. I would've known who he was in an instant. And I would have. . . ran. He will kill me. Mates can not hurt each other but, surely, he will have to kill me. Mate or not, he is what he is. A King. A ruthless one at that. It makes me terrified of the man I am supposed to love and cherish.

Cassia’s POV “The king requests your presence,” he said. “Follow me.” I blinked in shock before hastily leaving my friends to chase after the guard, who didn’t even give me a chance to process, reject, or accept the command—not that I had a choice anyway. “Where are you taking me?” I asked, alarmed. This wasn’t a route I had taken before, and it wasn’t leading to the king’s quarters but outside the palace building to the infamous lake beside it.

One of awe and pure admiration. "You're excused" The Prince said referring to the maids and cal who nodded in understanding. "What is your-" "Corey" He said indignantly. "Corey Adams. Descendant of zion, strong connection to wind and water. King of one of the strongest kingdoms of the three realms ruled by the sun goddess" Huh? "Corey huh. I admire your sense of humour." "Eat up. We have a lot to discuss" Five spoons into the soup, I was already full. No doubt, Kellyn had eaten more than half of hers.

"I don't have a big speech to say. I'm not my father. I don't have encouragement to give. I'm not my mother. What I do have is just me and the things I believe in. We have become a part of the Antarctican family and most of you are happy. I'm not trying to take that away. But, my King needs help and to move forward we are going to need his help too. I'm not here to tell you that this is something you have to do. So, if you wish not to be a part of this then, by all means, you can walk away. No one will see you as a coward but as brave. You have gone through enough war for this decade." I paused, waiting for someone to move. No one did. I blew out a sigh of relief. "Good, okay. The King of Ki

The love she shared with Davien warranted the risk, a challenge to forge a new path that defied the boundaries of their respective worlds. When the king finally spoke, his voice carried a calm but firm tone. "You have chosen your path, Hera," he declared, his became narrow. "But remember, your choices extend far beyond personal consequences. Our kingdoms' alliance is not merely political; it stands as a safeguard against the shadows. If you know what I mean as you are the future queen of this kingdom, I want you to be better for the sake of the vampire clan in the future, that's all that I want you to understand."

He didn't want to reveal their real identity to anyone as it might put them into serious trouble. The King stared outside thinking deeply. He took some time before he started speaking, "I had a son like you-" he took a pause, sighing deeply and continued, "People have the choice to take what path they want to travel. They can take any path except for bad ones. Very few are brave enough to embrace the struggle in their life by following values. Unfortunately, my son wasn't one of them. He opted to follow the path of the Dark Lord." Leo's eyes widened a little as he had not expected this. He wondered what happened to the prince. As far as he knew, the King in front of him can be called the epi

There was a spiciness to it that hadn’t been there before. “Up ahead,” one of them said, nodding towards the canyon. It was odd considering it was coming from the canyon instead of inside the vampire lands but they followed it. The canyon twisted and turned in different directions, but she was on the path leading towards the werewolf kingdom, the same way they’d come. It was strange since there had been no tracks to follow and the scent of the forest was too faint to follow through the canyon. A figure lay in the middle of the path, unnervingly still and silent. It was Daphne.