Predalien King Novels & Stories

The rays of dawn painted the distant building black, giving it an ominous appearance. - Are Mrs. Telvisina and the Saint ready? - the king turned to Parvin, who was sitting astride a red gelding. The vampire remained next to the ruler and paladin as a link between the rest of the troops. “No news yet,” Parvin answered reservedly. He still felt awkward surrounded by knights and inquisitors.

The east kingdom was where that certain despicable man resided before she killed him. “Pray tell, who was the king in that east kingdom?” Alminah dared to ask even halting lord Sten from relaying more about such order from the prince. The two lords answered otherwise. “King Gadianton, son of Nahum, previous prisoner from the far land.” Almost immediately, Alminah's eyes turned into crimson red but no one noticed it since she readily traced her way back to the palace in fast pace. Shuna knew the aura surrounding her princess was very dangerous but she followed her behind enabling her to hear the princess' last words .

It's funny how I knew almost all the elders by their voices even though I wasn't seeing their faces. “Yes. We cannot allow such a thing. Our Kingdom has its heir already. Therefore we cannot allow another stranger to become our King.” Indeed we have an ‘heir’. A man who cannot tell his right from his left. Someone who is not different from a pushover. They must all be out of their minds to think that someone like Valen can become the King of the Kingdom. I'll never let it happen. Never. “What do we do now?” Elder Soren asked.

Vaelreth seemed almost pleased. “And yet you do it without hesitation.” “Yes.” “Why?” Adrian exhaled slowly. “Because hesitation gets people killed.” The king’s eyes sharpened. “People?” Adrian realized the mistake too late. But the king didn’t push. Instead he said quietly, “You were a hunter before you came here.” “Yes.” “You killed demons.” “Yes.” Vaelreth tilted his head slightly. “And now you kill demons for me.” “That’s the job.” A faint laugh escaped the king.

"My loyalty towards this family drives me to thrive to get work done around this house." "Oh, is that so?" Keisha asked halfheartedly. "Boy, if only the owners were around to actually hear you pledge your allegiance. Mr King Senior is away on business whilst Mr King Junior is probably never coming back to the mansion, so there's that. And you need to stop calling this place a house; it's anything but." Grace placed her hands on her hips. "Don't tell me you have also been initiated into that crew of ungrateful gossiping maids," she voiced accusingly.

So no, being in a place where my very existence raises predatory alarms is a bad idea. The final region is here: Alderan Kingdom, home to the infamous Hybrid King, Karl McReign. The vampires and shapeshifters living here are under strict rules not to terrorize human villages, but that doesn’t completely stop the abuse and killing; it’s just more minimal. Our only fear is that the king might wake up one day and declare that shapeshifting rebels were found in a human settlement, leading him to wipe out the entire village. It happened to our neighbouring settlement. King Karl’s tolerance for humans is minimal to non-existent.

All the ministers in the room seem much older, all lycan, but with a somehow slightly different appearance than Alexander that I can’t quite put my finger on. “Evelyn is my personal maid,” the king explains. “I require her at my side at all times, so she will stay and prepare coffee.” The minister who spoke up doesn’t look pleased with this response, but his king has spoken. There is nothing to be done about it. “Fine,” the minister manages, “but you really should find your true Luna as soon as possible, Your Majesty.” “No one disagrees with you on that, Minister Coltain,” Alexander replies. “Based on how much time the search has already taken, I have no doubt that it will take even more tim

In my head, they were much more confident. “You know, the king isn’t nearly as bad as some people paint him,” the guy begins thoughtfully. “He’s not exactly handsome, of course. No point lying about that. But maybe behind that outer shell hides a pretty decent—and lonely—man?” “You know him?” “Of course,” the mage snorts. “We’re very… close.” “You… what… you’re one of those?!” My eyes widen at the man—he even stops walking. “Prepedollie,” he growls quietly, flashing his eyes at me. “We are not sodomites, if that’s what you mean. We just know each other well. Friends, if you prefer. I can’t say more—not for your sake.”

I'd like to know "I pushed him while holding his stare with a scorching heat and seductively encircling his arm. "He is allegedly a hybrid of a monster and a god. For years, he dominated this country "He told me. Now I was interested. Is it true that I wondered who the individual could be to Lucian? Lucian would have probably defeated him if he were the current king. I was eager to learn more, but the King's expression changed abruptly to one of hesitation. I enquired, "What happened to him?" Now that the cat was out of the bag. I was curious. I was curious to learn more. Was this the reason Lucian didn't want me to approach the river in any way?

James said, sounding calm despite his curiosity. Meanwhile, Riley, who was listening to his friend's words, replied, "I also don't mind if Kharel isn't in a good position. You know ... he joined the military not to get any particular awards." James nodded, "He is the future king. It would be great if he mastered the military. Just like ...." James suddenly stopped, reluctant to continue. Riley immediately responded, "You mean Evan De Kruk?" James sighed softly, "Who else is a king who also controls the military? Isn't there only one person right now?"