Predalien King Novels & Stories

His hair has the most unique look I've ever seen—black, but with streaks that burn a deep red when light touches it. In summary, if Anton is considered very handsome, the Lycan King supercedes that by a wide margin. I shake my head to remove such thoughts from my mind. He's the reason that I'm here, and he should be treated no better than the monster he is. There was always some ounce of doubt whenever I heard stories of how he conquered a pack, or raised a territory with his men, but after the things I saw this night, I know for a fact that they are true.

he continued. "So he's related to their king or something," I asked. I wasn't too surprised as Andre always teased that he had some power. "He's definitely related," Hanson spoke "He's the Prince of the vampires, set to become king once he chooses a mate." I frowned, that did surprise me. Andre had failed to mention that fact, which was important since he always tried to convince me to pick him as a mate.

A lot of tension could be seen on the faces of three women, and for an unexplained reason, Roseline was among those three. "Great people of Gaza Kingdom" the royal priest began. "it's indeed, a blessed day for us all today - day we'll be honoring an important event. "Today, the King gets to chose his bride. Today, he gets to chose a Queen for us all. Today, we get to honor her. And for the first thing, I need the two brides to please step out here". Valerie looked nervous as she walked out, With Kaylan as well. Their heads were both bowed as they walked out and stood at the right hand side of the stage.

As his eyes scanned the photograph, a sly smirk gradually crept onto his lips. Meanwhile, back in the mystical realm, word had spread like wildfire about a group of daring teenagers who had managed to sneak into the human world. This unsettling news reached the ears of the king seated on his imposing throne. The king, known as Devlin Blackwood, was more than just the ruler of this enigmatic realm; he was Thorian's late father's brother. Since the untimely passing of Thorian's father, Devlin had taken it upon himself to care for Thorian alongside the boy's mother. Despite his efforts to be a father figure, Thorian insisted on addressing him as "uncle" rather than "father," a choice that didn'

The king stood up from his seat and strolled to the window behind his desk. "I don't know why this is hard for you to decipher, but it's pretty easy for me to understand." The king started, his voice grave. "You are so focused on the war, on Elena, that you failed to acknowledge the last part of the dream. Perhaps just like me, you do not wish to see that man living happily with your sister, my daughter, and that was why your ability to decipher the dream was stunted. But I can get the whole gist of it." The king said, turning around to face him. "The king of Pres would die in battle."

Alsie POV- We were laughing and goofing around in the bed, blowing off some steam, and having some much-needed conversations. It was nice. “Dante, tell us about the Lycan King.” I said as I looked over my shoulder at Dante behind me. “Ok. The Lycan King’s name is Declan; he has one heir to date. Declan is 1301 years old and he became the Lycan King when he was 518 years old. He’s a young king, he took the throne from King Liam by force, at the time King Liam was only 2276 years old and he was the youngest king ever. Declan has no mate; his single heir was born out of wedlock and mate bond. In fact, Dec didn’t even know he had an heir until recently.”

the King says. The King then steps across the borders, and EP surrounds him in a white glow, showing that he, King Andre Valdez, is the one true King of the werewolves, and has no impure intentions. My dad looks at the king, with admiration, and says, “Thank you, Andre I appreciate your kind words. Shall we?”

In an odd way, again I thought that he was very attractive and very unique. “First child he created.” He says with a forlorn tone and dips his head. “I am older than Petrina. Made in hopes that I would be like his first son.” “His son? Petra has a brother?” “Why yes!” Milo’s head shoots up, cocking it to the side with confusion. He gives me a puzzled look, “The king of Cambiador. King Crimson is Petra’s older brother.” “Well shit I did not know that!” I exclaim quite surprised. Then again, I didn’t know much about the werecat kingdom. The Northern Lycans had a dispute with them long ago, now they detested each other.

he said while gazed on the chunky looking Alpha king, “he possessed the forbidden grimoire, a cursed rune weapon that harbors the soul of Armadale Brownfur.” “Armadale Brownfur?” Queen Scarlet seemed to be surprised to hear that name, “Isn’t he the former king of Paltiti Magical Kingdom? My father has joined the war to prevent his campaign to take over Wolftopia.” She said in disbelief, “How can a commoner like Jeremiah could have such a terrible weapon?” “It’s because he was the grandson of Armadale Brownfur himself.” Paris explained, “which happened to be King Edgar’s nephew.” Queen Theresa nodded and then stared at Jayden while showing her empathy, “I heard that King Jayden’s parents were

Killian observed, his silver eyes tracking the boy's flawless footwork. "He already is," I smiled. "He just doesn't have the fur to prove it." A massive shadow detached itself from the archway of the deep catacombs, stepping out into the morning sun. Kaelen had not drowned in the Marianas Trench. Three weeks after the Skarn Queen’s neural link was severed, the First King had simply walked out of the Pacific Ocean and marched across the continent, returning to the Silver Moon covered in salt, dried volcanic ash, and victory.