Path Of The Hero King Novels & Stories

"Our fight will not be to save him, we are going to fight a different war. Be calm and watch. Soon our time will be here. "Allow the great Gods and Goddesses to do their will because they are wise." LONELY PATH Chris and princess Ariel could be seen walking through the last stage of the lonely path, their hands entangled and smiles on their faces when suddenly a dark wind split them apart and began throwing rocks at Chris. While that was going on, the ground also opened and began swallowing Chris. He screamed while a voice laughed and said to him. "Today, you will be in my kingdom." His whole body was already going down and his lips and head were bleeding.

But I had never expected that the man I had thought of as a father figure would want to marry me and would resort to blackmailing to get what he wants. What the hell was wrong with him? I had known Rihero from a very early age, but not as early as I had known the other members of the Dark Council. I wasn’t born, but brought into the world through a ray of light falling down from the heavens. And I was specifically sent to this dimension to rule as King because on my back, I had the birthmark that determines the Kings of this dimension, the mark of the Phoenix. As the Kings and Queens of other dimensions had arrived to greet me, Rihero had been absent, subtly telling everyone that he was leas

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

Then ,she mentioned me , there was a twist . that the hero was not the crown prince , but a hidden magician. he's also a noble . But what was his name?

Those who are called will be exploited both intellect and strength. King Februtus is the king of the Borlal kingdom, he is known as a very cruel king. Of the 4 sons, Maretus was the golden child. Maretus who is the 3rd child and he was the one who got the title of hero before his older brother. The king, with a large and burly body, sat on a throne adorned with dozens of swords of all kinds and sizes.

He barely reacted to me anymore, lying limp like a little bundle in my arms. “Oh, baby, please hang on,” I start to panic for real, terrified for my little friend. What was happening to him? “Gerald, tell me—how much farther to your healer? My friend is really bad, he needs help right now!” “Well, actually, it’s not that far anymore,” the old man wheezes tiredly. “We just need to get through this stretch of woods, then there are marshes, and there’s a path running through them—you’ll see it. Follow the path and you’ll find help for your little beast. I think I’ll stay here, hide somewhere and rest. Otherwise I might croak sooner than I should,” the king sighs wearily.

The king asks me in a warning tone. “Yes, of course. Why have you brought us here, my king”. I ask him as I look around and at what is in front of us. “To fulfill the word that I gave you. This is the secret passage but in reality, it is a maze. Some people say that it is a path that leads to death. Only the king and the army head know the way to get out of the maze successfully. My father, the previous king, had embedded the right path of this maze in my mind since childhood.

He pointed the sword at the fallen King's face. "There's nothing you can do, Valor. This forest is mine! I will own everything you own," said the victorious King. Hate and anger are evident in his voice. When the King drew his sword to sink completely into the neck of his opponent, it immediately preceded him. It happened fast. Their position reversed. King Valor grabbed the sword next to it and quickly buried it in front of the enemy's chest as he flew his sword. "That's enough of your greed, Hellion!" The King who was the winner is now gradually overthrown. He was called Hellion. Then he is King Hellion.

The First King's eyes moved toward the crumbling mountain. And for the first time in the story— he stopped defending himself. "No more lies." The words echoed softly. No more kings. No more legends. No more manipulation. Just truth. The ancient ruler took a long breath. Then looked directly at Althea. "There is one thing Adrian never learned." Althea's pulse quickened. The First King's expression became grim. "The reason I built the First Path." The mountain trembled violently. The floor split beneath them. A roar echoed from the depths.

He doesn't take his name in front of his mother. He doesn't know why she hates him so much. But no matter. For him. He will always be his hero. Zander King. The Empire king of this world. The most powerful figure in the entire world, the undefeated King.