Red King Marvel Novels & Stories

My mind wandered to different places and he smiled before walking. “If you could customize it,” he asked casually, “what color?” “Cherry red,” I said before I could overthink it. I pictured the shine and the beauty of it. “Is cherry red your favorite color?” he asked. “Can you take a guess?” “Your favorite color is pink?” “Black’s my real favorite,” I said, “but I’ve always wanted to own a cherry red car. Something about it pleases the eye.” I said as we kept walking.

Soo-ah whispered. Before Devin could reply— Glass shattered. A blade whistled through the air, embedding into the wall behind Devin’s head. The window exploded inward as a figure in red dropped into the room like a phantom. The Red King. His mask was porcelain-white, mouth curved into a smile that never reached his eyes. A blood-red scarf trailed behind him like a flame. “Ji-hwan,” he said smoothly, voice like velvet and razors. “It’s been a long time.”

"Why aren't you among those interviewing for the King of Kings assistant?" Craig adored King Marvelon. No matter what I said about the man, he had some excuse for his King. Not only that, Craig was good at his job. He could do any task given. He had the power to detect what each merfolk represented even before they spoke to him. All merfolks on land knew and adored him. He was given the title of manager for his team, and the title was well earned. He would make a great right-hand man next to King Marvelon.

It can be concluded that the citizens of the Raven kingdom were living a happy and prosperous life. As the Raven kingdom was ruled by the Kainz, the name of the king was Raleigh Kainz. As the citizens were living a happy life, they were supposed to be warm to their king too but they feared their king. King Raleigh was the most ruthless king they ever had. He always had a poker face and they would never know when they had offended their king. But also none could deny that king Raleigh was the most handsome and most powerful king they ever had. King Raleigh had piercing steel-grey eyes which made everyone fall on their knees if they stared at him. His raven hair with an undercut made him even

Without waiting for a moment, Gia pushes us away from the black wolf who turns his head toward us. I notice his red eyes just as Gia tries to run again. His eyes - A hot glowing red color. Forgetting all my pain, I find myself lost in those glowing red eyes when the realization dawns upon me. He is... He is the Alpha King - Cain Reyes. Only he has a black wolf and those red glowing eyes. I have heard everyone talking about his wolf in the cafe. Shivers of dread run down my spine. Everything clicks in my mind now. Alpha King is going to kill his mate and then make Olivia, his mate.

"Adeline can wait. This beast being on the loose is more important." "Kaleb! You need to be here to greet her when she arrives. It would be an insult to her family." "I didn't ask for her to be here. She is not my responsibility." He stated. "Kaleb she is your wife." "I never asked for a wife!" He wasn't fond of the girl mainly because of her attributes. He despised females that relied solely on makeup and expensive clothes to portray their beauty. He liked women that went natural and liked their selves the way they were born. He also wanted a female that was strong and was able to rule alongside him. He believed if both the king and queen were strong so would their kingdom.

Will his idiot brother recognize the Prince? King Zedekiel sat on the throne, looking as cold as the arctic sea. His silver hair was longer, going a bit past his chin. Violet eyes were chilly and sharp, like daggers, sending shivers down anyone's spine. He was dressed in a full black attire with a black floor length cape. A frosty silver crown sat atop his head. A single red ruby adorned the crown, resembling an eye. King Zedekiel looked like a true ice king. He was twirling another dagger in his hand, glaring at Ron coldly.

His face was handsome, charming, and utterly soulless. He held a staff tipped with a burning orange crystal. Behind him, a dozen warriors in heavy armor poured into the room, their weapons drawn. The Rogue King. Malakar. He looked around the room, his eyes landing on me. He smiled, revealing teeth that were just a little too sharp. "Princess Elara," Malakar said. His voice was smooth like velvet over gravel. "You look just like your mother. Only... angrier." He looked at the box in Drax’s hands.

Chapter 45 Werewolf Realm Red Moon Pack All twelve Alphas gathered in the Red Moon Pack's main hall, the same place where every major meeting throughout history had taken place. Today, however, the air was heavier… tense. Every Alpha sat upright, waiting—anticipation and fear mixed on their faces as they waited to learn more about Roosevelt's secrets. King Johnson stepped forward. "The reason I've summoned all twelve of you," he began, "is to tell you the truth about Roosevelt—the man who commands a dragon in battle… and the demons from the pit of hell."