Protecting The King Movie Novels & Stories

Ryan declares as he thrusts hard into me, causing me to moan. I can’t believe how much he has me moaning like his damn whore. I guess at this rate, I am his personal whore because I’m certainly not his girlfriend. Ryan is the zombie king of the northeast. I’m not his queen, but kings are known for having mistresses. I have to wonder if Ryan has zombie queen, and if so, what does that make me? I hate that I’m thinking about this while Ryan and I are having sex, but I can’t help it.

Emily said, nodding her head. “I live in a valley that is through some of those mountains. There are other supernaturals that exist besides shifters. We have created an area that is safe from hunters. They cannot come here. Plus there is the Alpha King that rules everything here. He has an entire army that the hunters could never stand a chance against. Do not worry about Rotterford. He cannot get you here. I promise. I will not let anything happen to you.”

K, so she agreed to what the king told her to do. "Sir, can you tell me how Mr. K exactly looks?" She asked in a hesitant voice as she was uncertain about how the king would react. The king first didn’t seem interested but he asked her to follow him. Meera smiled and was finally getting closer to her destination. "Although this is a secret, I'll tell you just for Prince's protection." He showed her a photo that was kept in a locker. Now at least she knew about her enemy. But she had to first go away from him to get closer to him and then kill him finally.

"Then we buy you time." I turned to Kael, Ronan, and Zephyr. "Protect the King. Keep the guards off him until every lock is broken." Kael drew his blade, his obsidian eyes blazing. "We've got your back." Ronan's claws extended, the steel gleaming. "Let them come." Zephyr moved to the King's side, his silver eyes sharp, his hands glowing with a faint, blue light. "I will guard the rear." The King pressed his hands to the first lock, his golden eyes closing in concentration. The runes flickered, resisting his touch. But slowly, painfully, they began to dim.

Or, dear God, to Naomi? No. King wasn’t talking about any of it with anyone but King’s Men, the people that he paid handsomely to launch themselves into danger with him, good people with backgrounds in the military, black-ops, security, the most elite of the elite forces. King's priority was to keep safe the people he loved and cared about in his personal life, and away from all this ugliness… and that meant shutting the hell up. It also meant putting up with lots of looks like the ones being directed his way right now. Uneasily, King thought about Naomi’s departure that morning. She’d kissed him, thank Christ, and let him hold her close. Then she’d pulled away and given him one of her searc

"Then we'll tell her. Reassure her we've got a plan. That we'll keep tabs on every move that motherfucker makes." I believe every word. King's a lot of things—violent, reckless, borderline unhinged—but when it comes to protecting what's his, there's no one more ruthless. The heat behind his words settles in the room like steam, and whatever doubt I had about waiting disappears under the weight of that promise. Relief floods my chest. If we pull this off, we won't have to hide anything from her. No half-truths. No softening the edges. We'll hand her the proof, the plan, and a timeline for when we're going to put this monster's head on a spike.

"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."

For some reason, he seemed awfully familiar. "As you all know, your Alpha is dead." His voice resounds through the forest. "I am sorry for the loss you have all encountered today, but I'm not here to make it any better." A few people gasped, murmuring among themselves at his words. "My name is Alpha Henry, but most people call me King." He introduce shortly, I frown. He was supposed to be Eloise's mate. He must be devastated. *

I stuttered, shaking my head in disagreement. He grabbed my shirt pulling me to his face. “Do you really think that Mill was poisoned, he is no fool and no one would dare touch the king's men, do you know what I am going through trying to hide the truth? You should have been dead already but I protected you,” he shouted, pushing me to the floor. “I…don't,” I stuttered, fear choking the words in my throat, tears glistening in my eyes. “I am the one protecting you, what are you going to do to keep it that way, if the king finds out, you would be beheaded, your family, everyone you loved, all gone.”

he whispered, his voice barely audible. O'Horan's heart sank, tears welling up in his eyes. "Of course, my lord. I will protect our kingdom with my life, just as I will protect you. Nothing is going to happen to you, I promise you." With every ounce of strength he could muster, O'Horan lifted the king's frail body into his arms. The burden felt heavy, but it was a weight he was willing to carry. He cradled the king's head against his chest, silently praying for a miracle.