Regressing With King's Power Novels & Stories

And yet, she was restless. Her laugh faltered every few seconds. Her fingers gripped her champagne flute just a touch too tightly. Across the ballroom, Rex stood with the King. Their conversation was casual on the surface — something about investments, an estate in Cyprus, the energy markets — but beneath it, the tension simmered. The King had the kind of power that didn’t wear a crown but could ruin a dynasty with a sentence. He was amused by Rex, by his return, by his silence after six long years.

Supernaturals—especially vampires—healed faster. Except... they were given substances to slow that ability. The king began to speak, and the low murmuring seized. “You all know one of the things I hate,” he paused, locking ice-blue eyes with Erin. “Being taken for a fool. Do you know these guys?” Erin’s babbling would have been comical if this weren’t a pivotal moment in the case. I didn’t feel like laughing—I wanted to hear the truth. “N-not at all, my king. I—I have never met them before.”

Defiance III Third Person’s POV King Regor carefully touched the two treasures with a mad look in his eyes. He talked to them and grumbled about the audacity of the citizens of the Artemia Kingdom that dared to make trouble on his watch. He has been the sole king of the king for decades, and he has never been questioned with such dissatisfaction and complaints by the citizens. The mere thought of it makes him fume, and he decided to execute some of those troublemakers to make some example for the rest.

So how the fuck do I throw this disgusting thing without her seeing? “The King absorbs our power to distribute it to him and his Raiders. The Raiders are the ones he takes with him whenever he goes out of Wicker Forest. He said we need to share our power so he can protect us…” “And you believe him.” “We don’t have a choice. Without a king, we would be in more chaos.” “I thought he was powerful. More magic, remember?” “He is not of the imperial descendant.” “Imperial?”

Fate cannot stop love from growing like a storm floating in me. As we grew older, Mark and I followed in the footsteps of our father's king to take over everywhere. Gradually the territory of Arina expanded, and the number of herds was suppressed more and more. Most of them agreed to be slaves to Arina. I'm Mark's brother and the next king will be me. But no, I know my father's king intended to pass it on to Mark. He said that me so cruel; had no humanity. Unfortunately, he doesn't know; my whole heart just pays for Brucer. I will never give love to those who are worthless to me.

“I thank you.” “Then, off with you,” King Rufus barked good naturedly. It was clear he liked Nick and wanted him to succeed in gaining his granddaughter’s favor. As Nick started to leave the conference room the king added, “Report back to me when you return for retreat and regeneration.” “Yes, your highness,” Nick said as he bowed and practically skipped from the room.

I thought I would shutter I swear, just wishing I could scream once again, and just keep screaming. “I ask, my king, for the power to restore the luna to her position. You will leave me here to lead the pack after the war is over. Grant me the right, my king, to exercise this act for I believe that this would be a right move to make, your highness.” The beta spoke with the room filled with nothing but silence as we clenched each other’s hands. My eyes were closed, not even sure what would happen. “You think I made a mistake?” The king asked in a dangerous tone that left me cold where I was.

His tone sharpened. I swallowed hard, trying to breathe through the nausea. The King wasn’t the original reaper because he made a deal with Death. He wasn't a reaper at all. He was the Keeper. “You captured Death,” I whispered. “That’s why he can’t leave.” “That is why he is mine. His power is mine!” the King corrected, stepping closer again, and I stumbled a step back, my heel bumping into my mother’s body. “The crown before was a joke! It was weak and crumbled so easily!”

“Bryce, go to House Silvercrest and retrieve their lost wager. They should learn the consequences of their failure.” Bryce, a loyal servant, nodded obediently. “As you command, Your Majesty. I shall ensure the wager is collected and added to your purse.” With a swift bow, Bryce departed to carry out the king’s command, leaving the defeated members of House Silvercrest to contemplate their loss. King Edward leaned back in his throne, a satisfied smirk gracing his features. His son’s victory had further solidified their dominance, and he reveled in the power and authority it brought.

At this point, I’ll be running back to the king’s son and begging for his favors. Focus, Storme. The king is more powerful than his son. If you can draw him in with your charm, you might just become the most powerful woman in this part of the world. Satisfied with my pep talk, I slowly went down on my knees and glazed my eyes over his fat, fleshy piece of meat. Compared to the one that I saw earlier, this one was all shriveled up.