Red King Marvel Novels & Stories

Exhaling a nervous breath, I slowly turned to look at him, and immediately I sucked in a breath at the regal beauty in front of me. The man was fine, I smacked myself mentally for thinking he was a monster with four horns. His jaw was so sharp; I could see he was sporting a 5 o'clock shadow. Which only added to his appeal. He had the most intense eyes and they were scrutinizing me like he didn’t know what to make of me. “You are the Roosevelt spawn; the child of my enemy is my enemy,” he started with so much disgust; while he walked in circles around me, I felt like a prey waiting to be devoured.

Three blades crossed over a broken crown. The heirs. Three of them rode at the front. The first was a woman, tall and lean, with hair the color of fresh blood. Her eyes were violet, like Malric’s had been. Magic rolled off her in waves. Sera Dravok. The mage-heir. The second was a man, broad-shouldered, scarred from jaw to collarbone, holding a war-axe that looked too heavy for any normal man. His grin was feral. Kael’s cousin. Orin Dravok. The war-heir.

But she was the only one I could trust in this cruel world. A knock sounded on the door, disrupting me from my thoughts and I turned from the window to face the door as I thought that it was Cara. "Come in." Cara was proving to be a friend, but I had no idea if it was real or if it was because she was paid to make sure I was comfortable. Slowly, the door opened and the face of the Alpha king came into view. I blinked rapidly as my heart skipped a beat at the sight of him as my eyes landed on his ocean blue eyes.

The monster Alpha. They said he’d murdered his entire family the night he shifted for the first time. That he’d risen to power by bathing in his father’s blood. That no one had seen his face since he took the title. That his wolf had glowing red eyes and stood larger than any known Alpha in history. Some said he wasn’t even a man anymore. Just a beast in a body. The kind of thing nightmares were made of. Even now, my heartbeat picked up. Something about that name always unsettled me. Like it didn’t belong in the mouth of a sane person.

I asked the part that seems to only interest me in the rubbish she spewed. “Kale Fellowes. Alpha of the NorthWing Pack. The Alpha King of all werewolves. Yes he’s dreamy and someone everybody wants, but the moon goddess loves me so much he gave me as his second chance mate after his first mate; which was you,” her expression changed from the dreamy depicting Kale to irritation when my existence came in her statement. “After you broke everything in his heart and made him someone he never was. Just when he’s starting to forget about you, when I have manage to get under his sheet and locate the button where I can claim him as mine, you showed your face again like a mental feeling. Gosh it wasn’

This person's brow bone is very high, making his eye sockets sunken, so no matter what expression on his face is, it becomes indescribably wicked even though he looks extremely handsome. Jason quickly whispered to Claude, "CDEA big boss Rondy Yang." Rondy Yang, the boss of one of the biggest entertainment companies in the city as well as the largest entertainment industry in Asia, has a relationship with gangsters. A character who can change white to black, shout rain, and call wind, is called "The Evil Man of the Entertainment World."

The epitome of tall, dark, and handsome; like the novel describes the main character. His hair was dark as night, thick, full, and wavy. His eyes were dark as well. The darkest brown that it could pass as black in the dark. His face was what painters called an angel face. Or rather… a devil’s one. It was just like a perfect Greek God sculpture. The angles were perfectly put, so none was the bad angle if he posed in front of the camera. “You are in the King’s room of Lafazall Kingdom, Selene.”

he muttered to himself. He came down from the bed and quickly washed his face. He wore the royal robe of the Black Wolves pack. It was sea green unlike the rest of the werewolf packs surrounding them that went with the normal royal purple. Sea green had always stood out amongst them as the highest symbol of authority and that was why it was exclusive to the Alpha King alone. Even Ferran in all his glory and ambitiousness could not dare clad himself in the sea green attire. He could only act like the King. He couldn’t assume the role entirely until all the packs were in his favor. He knew the consequences were dire. The moon goddess never joked with that and he didn’t seem particular to test

The edges of the robe were lined with fur, stark white that made the dark fabric even more commanding. Beneath, his tunic was deep crimson, a reminder of his name, his legacy, and his ferocity. Across his chest gleamed the sigil of the crown – the mark of the Alpha King! A howling wolf made out of iron and silver, prof that he was the most powerful being in the room. A warning...

"Maria is not very happy with how the coven witches were received into the pack. I have pacified her for the time being." "Of course you have." Noelle rolled her eyes. Grey and Alec looked confusedly between Amaris and Noelle, and then at Ezekiel as if asking for help. "Boys, meet Amaris Gate-" "His Royal Highness, King Amaris Gate." Salazar said, "The King of Rogues, and the most powerful entity of the were-kind after the majestic Moon Goddess." "Huh?" Alec was very much confused. "You don't have to say it like that." Amaris chuckled.