Pictures Of King Von Novels & Stories

I felt uncomfortable coming here with Lycan king but I had come seeking answers about my mother, a woman whose absence had haunted me for as long as I could remember. As I entered the hall, I was met with an imposing picture of a figure seated upon a grand throne. It was the previous king, a formidable Lycan ruler known for his power and wisdom. His silver mane cascaded down his broad shoulders, and his piercing blue eyes held a hint of both sorrow and authority even in the lifeless painting.

So this is who Theo took after with the temper. "What my Dear?" He nonchalantly stared at her,"This human is nothing special in comparison to a rock. She is useless to this kingdom." "Father!" Theo boomed with rage burning from his suddenly almost pitch black but gold ringed eyes," Enough! I will not allow you to ever insult my mate in my presence. Get out!" "Pardon me?" The man seethed as his chocolate brown orbs turned an almost pitch black colour like his son's, "I will not tolerate such disrespect, Pup. I am your father and former king!" He growled.

"Ruel, please be mine," the king moaned as he tried to kiss me for the tenth time. I'm finding it harder and harder to stay away from you "He sighed. I was eating quickly because I wanted to finish dinner quickly so I could go back to my tent. I was done with that Drakkon king. I told him, "I have a price, and if you don't want to pay it, you can't have me." I crossed my hands on my chest and leaned back. At this point, the Drakkon king was so annoying that I wanted to hit him.

I continued to stay kneeling though, staying as still as I could, and hoping the floor would open up and swallow me whole. “Stand up child, let me have a good look at you.” The King’s voice rang out again, and goosebumps littered my arms. I slowly stood, and lifted my head to look at the King. King Ben Avon was not exactly what you would expect an evil king to look like. His short stature, rosy face, and plump belly actually made him look more like someone’s grandfather rather than the wicked beast that was depicted in our stories. He even had a bright smile on his face as he looked down at me. The only give away being a sharp glint just hidden behind his dark brown and blue eyes.

His words created more tension and fear in my mind. When their cars were parked, the guards came out and opened the door for their king, King Stanley. That was the first time I had seen anyone who had seen him up close. He looked very brutal, with scars all over his body. His head had been shaved, and even though he had a crown on, it didn't hide the tattoos on his head. One eye was normal, while the other was like it had been replaced with a black diamond or something.

The sun has already retreated beyond the horizon, leaving behind an early evening breeze that delivers refreshing gusts of air. Walter opens his laptop and when the Palace emblem pops up on the screen, we wait for the King to accept this virtual conference call. “Walter!” the King calls out excitedly with a booming voice as soon as he appears on the screen. “I am delighted to witness that you have successfully located my sons. From what I can perceive they look healthy and well, hopefully, they behaved well in Crescent Moon too.” I roll my eyes, the King demands a good representation of the Palace when we visit the packs.

She bowed her head as servants exited the room carrying loads of royal robes and linens. On the stone wall curtains of purple and red were draped and huge paintings made from dye and animal fat of the king and past kings before him hung on the wall. Mare’s eyes caught the king’s family portrait. With him was his wife, a sullen-faced golden-haired woman dressed in expensive royal regalia, her hands were crossed in her laps and her golden hair hung in a braid over one shoulder. Standing beside her was a staunch-faced boy with golden hair and bright blue eyes, his hands held firmly beside him and he stood like a soldier under the command of his commander. The girl on the opposite side of the qu

Most of them were old black and white historical photos of the various buildings that were on the Island, some of the docks and some had people in them. I double glanced at one, seeing a familiar face. King Alexander, Kellen’s father. He was standing with what, I assumed at one point was the Alpha, a heavily pregnant woman and a little boy who was no older than five. I stood there for a moment taking in the photo and the happy smiles on everyone's faces. I noticed how the pregnant woman looked a lot like Jonda and was probably around the same age as her when this photo was taken. I made a mental note to ask about this picture. Then I looked at the smiling eyes of the late King, and whispered

The sketch was even blurry but for some reason, it is alike Keisuke or maybe she just hasn't seen many of the demons out there. "No! He is not a legendary beast! He is just an annoying hater!" she convinces herself finally closing the book. That should be enough research for the day and so she returned the book. As she walks by the other shelves, she came across a sign that says the current King's achievement. Curiosity struck her and so she checked it out. She pulls one book and opened it somewhere in the middle. It shows the current King's face. He looks powerfully built and extremely muscular, like barbarians in movies. He has almost orange long hair and beards. He has powerful eyes that

he said coldly, his tone devoid of emotion. My stomach churned as the guard stepped forward, dragging Kayla’s lifeless form out of the room. The sound of her body scraping against the floor made bile rise in my throat. The king then turned to Von. “We’ll finalize the rest of the plans on your next visit,” “Of course,” Von replied smoothly, his tone sounded so calm as if he hadn’t just murdered someone in cold blood. He turned to me, gesturing with a slight tilt of his head. “Let’s go.”