Raise Of The Witch King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Matilda, her eyes gleaming with a sinister satisfaction, speaks to him in a voice that is both commanding and seductive. "Rise, my knight. Rise and serve your maker, and her maker… your new king—William, your conqueror, now and forever." And so Percy rises, no longer a man but a vampyre, bound to the service of the Night King, William the Conqueror. Together with Matilda, they carve a path of blood and death across England, their reign of terror unmatched in its cruelty. The creature that now haunts Demika's visions, the beast that once served William, was their companion, a monstrous pet bred for hunt, for war and destruction.

I knew the hour was fast approaching. Julian didn't have much time left. A single tear fell from Victor's aging eyes. He pulled up the hem of his suit and knelt before me. "Celeste, you are the heir of the Old Bloodline. Is there truly no other way to save him? He's my only son!" I lowered my gaze. "There is no other way. The life transference spell is an act against the heavens themselves. "Even if we had enough time—which we don't—there is no longer any possibility of a future between Julian and me."

He collapsed into the mud, too weak to even crawl. As I looked at the figure curled up on the ground, I felt nothing at all. No fear, no satisfaction, not even a trace of pity. It was like watching a cheap farce. When everyone finally tired themselves out, the man struggled to lift his head. His face was a mess of purple and blue, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. "Selena, it's me, Cade. I'm your Wolf King. Your destined mate!" Julian strolled over casually, an elegant yet cruel smile curving his lips.

It instantly started to bubble in response to the markings. "I Damon Bloodstone, Prince of Gardenia, summon the King of the Underworld, Balthazar Kolgrim." The temperature of the room dropped. My hair stood on end as black smoke pooled from the circle. It swirled around us, filling the room with the smell of sulphur. I wrinkled my nose, forcing myself to breathe through my mouth. I waited for him to appear, but then the smoke vanished, and the room warmed up again. "Well, so much for that plan," Kier scoffed, and I shook my head.

Reive’s look was becoming darker with every second. The witch lifted up her swollen finger, pointing at the huge undead soaring over the castle with its broad wings outspread. Everyone present involuntarily turned their heads, looking up at the bone monster and at his chest in which they could clearly see a throbbing red heart. “So now I just have a little thing to do,” the woman croaked and suddenly shifted her gaze to me.

King Elon and mother shut their eyes in devotion to the chant, King Andriel shuts just one eye while Draco keeps blinking repeatedly taking peeks to access when the plumes start to rise from the concoction. The first bubble of the heating mixture sounds and Draco jumps towards the now sparse plumes. But his ally, Adriel, seizes the tail of his flying robe making the witch king fall. King Elon realises that he was about to be fooled and attempts to leap over the other to Kings who are now wrestling on the floor. Draco still manages to tackle Elon's foot causing the young king to fall over them. "I will take it on your behalf, darling," King Elon's mother trying to skirt around the brawl to ge

Vragenn grabbed the Duke by the collar, pulling him towards him with the words: - You must hide the Chosen One, do you hear?! As you wish, but it must not go to the enemies! - He shook the man thoroughly. es, my lord,” Alter squeezed out. Vragenn abruptly released him and rushed forward along the corridor, heading towards the altar with which he was going to confront the Holy Power. The King felt the tension growing around him, as if the castle itself was trembling with fear, feeling the approaching energy of Light. The life of his clan hung in the balance.

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

I will never get used to it. We all go to the living room and I’m immediately pulled onto Ren’s lap as he sits on the armchair by the fireplace. Thea sits with Leo, Skye with Hunter and Lia with Blake, while Aiden and another guy take their seats on the other couch, with everyone else standing behind them by the window. “So… what’s going on?” One of the men asks curiously. “A witch wants to kill the King. – Thea begins – She has a bunch of Undeads with her and most likely an army of humans.”

These weren’t just any werewolves, they were from the Azar clan, the largest and most feared of them all. Their former king, Khaos, had been ruthless beyond measure. Now, his eldest son Marcus had taken the throne… and was currently locked in a cell. That kind of move wouldn’t go unanswered. Capturing the king of such a powerful clan wouldn’t be seen as justice, it would be seen as weakness. As an insult.