Novel & Cerita Pictures Of King Von

Keisha confessed earnestly, knowing very well that Grace would not be able to figure out her worries if she tried. "Why would you say that? Did something happen?" Grace's concern was clear on her round face. Keisha smiled and shrugged. "What's happening? Mr King is having dinner out here. That's rather unusual of him, don't you think," she fished, sounding as nonchalant as she could manage.

If she told everyone about the King's appearance, they would not believe her As Elina came to a stop, she spotted two men outside talking, one of them was Oliver, the King's bodyguard. Not just that, but something was happening. Elina rushed to the open window to see properly, and she saw the king as well. He was with a tall, pale looking man with blonde hair. And he was wearing all black. From afar, he looked like some vampire out of the hades “I kill whoever I want… Do you think I care about anyone?” Angel turned to the vampire lord. He decided to grace him with his presence. The vampire lord was amused at the young King's arrogance. He was a young leader and crueler than his father.

Sigrid said, dumbstruck by her finding and looked at the blue eyed man with mixed emotions. “Vane?!” Zeke frowned as the name sounded familiar to him and soon widened his eyes in shock, realising the identity of the person. “As in….” he said, staring at the zoned out Sigrid. “The last king of the Lycanor Kingdom.” She completed his words, astonished by the wake of fallen king’s portrait.

I would have smiled as a gush of wind fanned my face if my mind were not preoccupied with thoughts of why the king wanted to see me. As we walked further, I could see His Majesty standing with his hands behind his back. He looked like a complete god even from behind. His long blond hair was pulled back in a knot. He wore a black shirt and a black pair of pants like he was in mourning. I could swear clothes have never looked better on anyone like it did on him.

By now, her king must have known of her arrival and departure to the avian kingdom. There was a soft knock before the door clicked open and a young man of approximately 28 years old stood at the door… Veryl, the youngest king in all of Agal stood there with a smirk. His azure eyes drank in her appearance without a hurry. He had long brown hair that reached his mid-back and flawless skin. His neatly trimmed full beard and white royal robe made him look like an angel despite the blood he had spilled since he hatched. “You look tired.” He noted out-loud. “I hope the human world treated you better.”

announced the master of the banquet, his voice carrying across the courtyard. We immediately curtsied deeply and held our positions as the grand doors of the throne hall creaked open. All eyes turned toward the entrance where King Lucian Devereux emerged. His figure exuded regal majesty, commanding attention. His tall and powerful frame was draped in luxurious robes that shimmered in the twilight. The crown atop his head glinted with precious gems, but it was his face that drew a quiet gasp from my lips. King Lucian possessed a manly beauty that was both striking and captivating. His chiseled features, sharp jawline, and silvery gray eyes spoke of authority and grace.

Vlash on the other hand is wearing a simple bluish robe but still cool and handsome even how cold he acts. “Please come in and join us, ladies.” The man with a commanding voice said and by his appearance I can say that he is the king of the kingdom of Eurie, Leo’s father. I follow Lana who walks towards an empty chair as the maid pulls it for her to sit. I sigh as another maid pulls the chair next to Lana’s and sign me to sit. When we are settled I finally get the chance to observe everyone in that room. They all look so troubled and scared. The king, Leo’s father looks a lot like Leo. He has white long hairs, bearded face, and scary serious face. A golden crown is on top of his head. He is

They felt strangely familiar, almost like I had seen them somewhere, though I knew that was impossible. King Valen, the Northern King, had hair as brown as dirt. In the photo, he was reclining casually on a throne, his chest half-exposed under a dark robe. He looked like someone who enjoyed trouble—sly, handsome, and dangerous. He was staring lazily into the camera, but his eyes were so sharp it felt like he was looking right into my soul.

In a large, brilliant neon advertisement, the representative face of Romance Homie was Henry Jackie, a top model. Henry has long, narrow eyelids, a sharp slant, pale skin, and looks as if this fashion brand was born for him. The shirt has narrow, horseshoe-shaped sleeves, tight against the slender body, and a long tie embroidered with a honey bee, the symbol of Napoleon's power. From a distance, Henry Jackie looked like a vampire duke, his beauty filled with a sense of illness. "What a witty Vampire Duke of the East!" In Henry Jackie's first year on tour in Milan, one photographer commented.

Maybe it's because she was alive. My eyes moved over to King Viper who stood next to the woman. The wide smile on his face was the one I had never seen on the king since the day I came to the main castle. The man in the painting was a younger version of the king. He has thick black hair, less wrinkles and a proud look in his eyes. "That painting was maid in the garden, the one I had gifted Barlion on his eighteenth birthday." King Viper commented, forcing my eyes off the painting and on to him.