Reaper King Edh Novels & Stories

-HER- I couldn't get the encounter out of my head. I made my way home through the pitch-black, icy forest with my thumping heart and my worried snow leopard, Dal. Though I was most perplexed by the Lycan King's unexpected and odd hourly arrival in Zeifa. He must have been called here for a very important reason. I tried my best to block out his thoughts. I didn't want to be paired with the vicious monster that he was. He was a lycan, the King of Lycans, not even a werewolf. They had a reputation for being brutal and cold.

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

I had 30 minutes before being chased back. King David had an elongated face, bushy eyebrows, attractive red lips, healthy bronzed skin showing off his sturdy biceps, eyes that were permanently closed as if he didn't care about anything but spent a night of intense thickening. I knew David wasn't as harmless as he seemed.

Yet no one dared object. The first wolf—a burly soldier named Rovan—stepped forward. Kaelen moved like shadow and steel. Within seconds, Rovan lay flat on his back, winded. Another stepped in, then another, but none lasted longer than moments. The King’s speed, his precision, his sheer dominance left the crowd breathless.

She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long. "H-hello," she stammered, dropping her head under the intensity of his gaze. "My name is Kendra Wilder." "Miss Wilder, it is a pleasure to meet you," the other man, whose gaze isn't still consuming me, said as he stood up, offering his hand to her. She took it nervously, though she gave it a firm shake. "My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand."

Cold sweat trickled down my back as his deep voice came from within. “Enter.” I opened the door and nearly dropped the pastries. King Rael stood in the center of the room, clad in black armor that hugged his tall, muscular frame. He looked like a war god ready to slaughter his enemies. “What is it?” he asked, without even glancing at me. There was no turning back. I swallowed hard and stepped closer. “Your Majesty, I made something for you.” I held up a small plate of fruit pastries. “If you’d like to try…”

“I, Alpha Nicklaus Mickelson, reject you, Freya, a lowly slave, as my mate!” “No…!” I growled out in pain, holding my chest tightly. It hurts so much; my body trembles in shock. I raised my gaze up to Nicholas; at least he's been kind to me once. I hope that he wouldn't reject me as his brother did. I was already broken; another rejection will completely shatter me. “I, Alpha Nicholas Mickelson, reject you, Freya, a maid, as my mate and Luna!” “No… argh…” I cried hard, watching them leave after reciting the rejection vows.

Risky as hell, but it was done. King grabbed her waist, pulling her against him. “You hear that, boys? My queen’s gonna put the bullet in Reaper herself. Then we celebrate proper.” Guys cheered. One clapped Rico on the back. “About time.” Rico forced a grin. “Yeah. Let’s finish this.” Somebody asked, “What if they don’t show?” King laughed. “They’ll show. Reaper’s too stupid to stay away when he thinks he can get her back.” Hazel kept quiet. Let them talk. Inside she counted the guys in the room, noted who looked already half buzzed from last night’s drinks.

He let go of my wrist and stepped back. He reached up and removed his sunglasses. Ice-blue eyes. Eyes that haunted the nightmares of every Alpha on the continent. He unbuttoned his jacket, revealing the Royal Crest pinned to his lapel-not the crest of a guard, but the crest of the Monarch. The air in the room grew heavy. Suffocating. My wolf, Reaper, whimpered and curled into a ball in the back of my mind. "I am Kaelen," he said. "Alpha King. Ruler of this Realm."

I grinned slightly in response. "My name is Tymerd and that is my life mate Cedit," he said in a mashup of Demirkan and Reptilian. I nodded and told them I was Zax and one of the Reptilian king's. Tymerd eyes widened when I said I was king and he bowed his head.