Poet Soldier King Quiz Novels & Stories

He rasped when his whole length was finally in me and I chuckled before kissing him on the lips. "Yes my king" THE END I'm not really good with endings so yeah :) Please check out my other book; 'KING MICAH: World Beyond The Ruins.' It's about the son of Celeste and Elijah.

"Eliminate the boy. Secure the stasis unit. If it survives, the power is ours." Nikos didn't move. He stood in the center of the room, the violet light radiating from him like a halo. He looked at Aris, then at the rappelling soldiers, his expression shifting into a terrifying, hollow smile. "The king," Nikos whispered, his voice resonating through the entire vault, "has returned." As the first soldier hit the floor and leveled his weapon, the stasis pod hissed. The glass shattered outward in a million glistening fragments, and a hand—long, pale, and powerful—reached out from the smoke to catch the descending barrel.

The princess asked in amazement. "Ah, Your Highness, you are still here. I thought you left already." She looked flustered as if something important was about to happen. "Sorry, I don't understand. Can someone clarify please?" I asked confused. We both looked at the nurse, waiting for her to tell us what was going on, then she told us, “His Majesty, the King of Tresoria is here. He is visiting the soldiers and said he will come here especially to thank the soldier who saved his daughter's life," she looked at me with eyes wide with wonder. I don't think she heard the whole story.

"And what about all of you? Are you prepared for this hunt?" In perfect unison, the soldiers answered, their voices filled with unwavering determination. "Yes, Your Majesty, we are ready. We will not disappoint." As the resounding affirmation echoed throughout the courtyard, Melina felt a surge of pride and camaraderie fill her heart. "I trust that you have made arrangements for Melina's horse," the king inquired, his voice tinged with anticipation. "I desire nothing but the most magnificent horse for her, is it prepared?" The soldiers standing before him nodded in unison, assuring the king that they had indeed made the necessary preparations. However, before they could elaborate further, a

A priest in dark robes lifted a silver bowl filled with burning herbs that smelled sharp and bitter. “The kingdom is fire,” he intoned. “Fire,” the court echoed. “The king is its shield.” “Shield.” “Loyalty is the blood that binds stone and sky.” “Loyalty.” Elowen resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Human rituals had a flair for the dramatic. Corvin stood with one palm resting lightly on the hilt of his sword: not tense, not relaxed, simply ready. His jet-black hair fell in loose waves now, the lamplight catching along its edges like dark glass. He looked carved from calm fury.

Emperor Icarus trained militia on every seventh of the month thus the day started with first rays of dawn as the male had kissed his queen's forehead who was in a deep sleep and soon left. It would have just been a monotonous but safe atmosphere if it wasn't for the thick smoke that the soldiers saw rising from inside the palace as their emperor was out. "Your majesty! The empress is trapped in fire." Soldiers rushed to put out the flames but were majorly unsuccessful.

Arlan opened a golden envelope and pulled a folded paper inside it. “This is the challenge for the first round – from Prince Raven. It’s all about the test of wittiness. A soon-to-be Queen should be cunning yet genuinely shrewd and fair. Now, to examine whether you fitted to that part, we will give you a very special task. You will be given a same poetry, then write your own interpretation out of it. You will be given an hour to create your own understanding and you will be judged by the Were Elder Council Members, His Majesty – the King, and the prince. We assure fairness here, so, after you write your answers, someone will write it – similarly to what you have written. So, no one could rec

Eyes wide with shock, he fell to his knees. "Sire! Take my life! I am unworthy to live!" he pleaded. Lucian placed a hand on the man's shoulder. "Rise, soldier. I have a task for you." The man stood at once, straightening himself. "Find the men you spoke of. Bring them to me. Unharmed," Lucian ordered, his voice hard with resolve. The man bowed deeply and quickly. "At once, Your Majesty," he said, his voice resolute. Without another word, he turned and hurried off to fulfill King Lucian's command.

Madison chipped in arrogantly "The king as made it clear that he doesn't want a fashion doll as his queen, he a lady who as gone true the odds of being a peasant and a noble" she stated firmly " so what is that suppose to mean" Rosy asked "it means a queen who is agile fit and can also make reasonable decision is what the kingdom wants not a whinny girl who behaves like a self proclaim doll" she answered " wow! so this competition is not what we had expected it to be? that good, I like challenges" Maria said happily.

I started. "As you all know, voting for Homecoming King & Queen are Thursday 'till five on room 222. The nomenies are... For Queen, Mckenzie Gordon, Britney Williams, Tiffany Davis, Hanna Smith and Ziigwan Woods. For King, Cole Cook, Hunter Moore, John Brown, Logan Miller and King ThunderBird..." I couldn't help it I stared at King for five seconds he was watching me and whisper "Go on Ogimaakwe. Don't be wierd." No one heard. too much cheering inside the Cafeteria.