Romans & histoires Reaper King Edh

In three days, the two packs would unite through marriage. The arrangement our families had made was simple. Selene Moonveil, eldest daughter and gentle healer Omega, would marry Ethan Grimwolf, Silver Moon's Alpha—cold, brutal, S-class. And I, Elara Moonveil, warrior Beta, would marry Kaden Frost, Black Forest's scribe—a soft-spoken, scholarly Beta. In our past lives, those marriages had destroyed both families. Selene had withered under Ethan's indifference and his childhood sweetheart's cruelty until depression consumed her. Depression consumed her until it killed her.

he is the god that adores the royals. ‘It was a good thing that you remembered me. It’s been so long since I last had such entertainment. Seeing how you remember me, I can say you remember our contract as well. Is it right? The former king of the Voneveir? ’

Keeping his eyes stuck on the moving figure in the distance crowd, he replied casually, " Arrax Domineco Keller, the king of Lycans. And you??" Edwina's eyes dilated in disbelief and shock. She was talking to the infamous king, Arrax like a commoner. Gulping hard, she quickly pulled her eyes down to reply respectfully, " Pardon me, Your Highness! I..I didn't recognize you...I am Edwina Rookwood, the daughter of Moon Eyed Pack." Arrax's eyes flashed in surprise as he didn't expect Hades to take his prisoner with him to the Moon Gala. He replied without holding back the surprise,

The tears she'd forced out hung awkwardly on her lashes. "Clara, get up. Thank your sister for her blessing." Father sighed in relief. "Th-thank you, sister." Clara bounced out happily. "Girls grow up so fast, hard to keep them around." Father joked, but when he turned and saw my cold face, he looked guilty. "Rowena, the only unmated heirs left from the ruling clans are the vampire lord Thorne and the elf prince Eldrin." "I think the elves aren't a bad pick. Their looks and status are way above the vampires."

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.

In the end, you decide to hear him out. Letting go of Yvon's arm, you bring your hands up and cross them over your chest while giving Dyan a hard stare. The latter throws his hand towards the direction of the man who bit your neck first and says. "That's Prince Aziel Basileus." Next, he gestures towards the man with dimples. "Lionell Draziw, the greatest wizard in the realm. Yvon, and I'm Dyan. The reason why we brought you here is because we think you're in grave danger."

Their veins were brittle, and their internal organs were being consumed by a cold, lightless rot that mirrored the very scythes they carried. The ground suddenly groaned as a massive obsidian platform descended from the indigo cliffs. Standing at the center was a figure who looked like a dark mirror of my husband. He was taller than the other Reapers: his skin a translucent graphite black that pulsed with a sickly grey fire. This was Malakor: the Reaper King. He held a scythe of pure compressed void that hummed with a frequency so low it made my teeth ache.

Looking between Mane and the token, he bowed and said, “Fairy King Haaland greets the Reaper’s Envoy. I greet Hunter Mane” His words stunned the elders and the rest of the fairies. They quickly bowed and repeated the words of their king. “The fairies greet the Reaper’s Envoy. We greet Hunter Mane.” The Reaper’s Envoy: a position that had been vacant for years and was last occupied by the Supreme called the Abandoner. Every envoy was called a Hunter – one that hunted gods and devils alike. It was a title that held much prestige anywhere in the Allverse, and even the fairies who were protected by the Dreamscape dared not go against the Reaper. The Fairy King finally understood why Mane was all

Needing no further explanation, Jacques quickly turned on his heels and dashed to find the Fer Fung High Priestess. King Nathaniel lifted his chin, focusing his attention on the broken men before him. Ryker crouched down, his head in his hands as his eyes squeezed shut. His heart tightened, the air around his body becoming less. He was suffocating in his own pain with Mace whimpering within him. Reid paced round in circles, muttering about all the different ways he planned to destroy the rogue king. King Nate was certain if he looked close enough, he’d be able to see actual steam leaving the boys ears.

An art of death. On its head settles a diamond crown that was made of very intense powerful energy. Its body lit in such astoning yet mesmerising hue colours. It was said the darker of the aura the powerful it was but, it was also said, the brighter and softer the aura, the most dangerous it was. And this man infront of Gabriel was the prominent example of it. "Allow me to introduce my self to you. I am king Raido of the faes, the most ancient king." The king uttered nobly.