Predalien King Novels & Stories

he shouted The old man didn’t say a word and through the pump of his staff, there goes a ring with a red-like gem on it… and a sword? The sword was estimated to be around 3 feet long. I believe it is what they call the Joyeuse sword. It was arguably the most powerful sword the man has ever crafted. It was made by Charlemagne, a Frankish king out of gold and gem-encrusted hilt, the blade was forged from the same ore and metal that made Durendal, a sword wielded and is also one of the deadliest in the world. Legend has it, that the sword was forged by the infamous blacksmith legend Galas, who took three years to complete. Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

My hands trembled as I reached for the remote, turning on the TV for some distraction, only to feel my heart sink. On the screen was the Averelle royal crest. My family’s crest. A reporter stood in front of it, microphone in hand. “Breaking news: King Alaric Windsor has officially announced his abdication. The King will step down to be with his long-time partner, a hotel receptionist identified as......" The remote slipped from my fingers and thudded onto the rug. “What?” I whispered. “He… he did what?” Cutting to a clip of Alaric my older brother, the King, beaming as if he’d just won a jackpot instead of discarding centuries of royal tradition.

Recognition struck me instantly. The face matched countless statues. Countless carvings. Countless visions. My breath caught. Beside me, Kael froze. Because standing before us was the man history called the Guardian King. Ardyn. The first ruler of the First Kingdom. The founder of everything. And judging by the blood covering his armor……. he had just come from the battle protecting the final seal.

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.

What was that about? I took a deep breath and began gathering my thoughts. "Then, ask me anything you want, Your Majesty." The king's expression softened, and he leaned forward slightly, making the conversation feel more personal. "I have been thinking ever since last night. Your blue eyes, your pale skin, and golden locks... All of those features seemed too uncommon for the people in my kingdom. You can barely see anyone even with lighter hair. And almost everyone's eye colors are dark. But yours... Perhaps... Do you hail from another kingdom? Are you a spy planted here to give away my kingdom's weakness?" King Lucian smirked knowingly, hoping to get the response he wanted from me.

"You survived the shadow war, King Kaelen. But you broke the sacred laws of the North by mating with an Omega rogue without the council's consent." The chief elder stepped up beside her, holding a heavy parchment scroll sealed with black wax. "By order of the High Council," the elder announced coldly, "King Kaelen is stripped of his crown, and Valeria the Rogue is sentenced to immediate execution for treason." The fifty guards stepped forward in unison, locking their shields into a solid silver wall and lowering their long spears.

Bred by the Alien king Chapter 46 Epilogue Megan's point of view. It's been seven years since I've given birth to our firstborn Prince Derriel, Mine and King Halturian's firstborn and heir to the throne of Altundral, Our future King. He's grown into such a loving little boy. He is the most sensible one of the three oldest siblings. He has a kind heart but will not be intimidated; he reminds me so much of his father.

Kai stuttered because his appearance looked perfect. Right after that, his presence scattered to the whole Dark Organization's place, so everyone's body within that rage shivered and got their gravity pulled them on the ground. This presence is the same as the King of Slenia, Astrid's father, the King of Kings. But, in his case, he might have a chance of winning against that King. Astrid and Kai, especially General Asva got surprised by how terrifying his presence could be. Therefore, they got kneeled on the ground.

But before he could process the revelation, a voice sounded behind the imposing oak doors: "All rise for His Majesty, the King of Lycans, the Sovereign of the Lunaris Citadel, the Moon’s Chosen, and the Supreme Ruler of the Great Packs—King Duncan Thornevale!" The door creaked open, and he stepped in, immediately commanding silence and attention. His fine golden cloak billowed behind him as he walked through the grand hall, each of his steps powerful. Kael, now standing a little closer to the path the king would pass, focused his gaze on the male, and as he did, his eyes slowly widened until they reached their limits, recognition settling over him.