Regressing With The King's Power Wiki Novels & Stories

Now it carries history. “She said it was written long ago,” he continues, voice trembling violently now. “Back when the first king began losing his mind.” Images from half-forgotten history crawl into memory like long-buried bones rising through soil. The First King. A name carved into legend and warning alike. “What about him,” I demand. The servant shudders violently against his restraints, breath hitching as his body struggles to keep pace with the relentless destruction forced upon it. “He wanted power beyond death,” he gasps. “Wanted strength no enemy could defeat. He tried to create a child unlike any before.”

It only not fierce but it has the ability to suppress them by using its shadow. "Who was it?!" It once again roared but with words. No one dared to answer since they also have no idea. The reason why the King knows the death of his daughter is because of the small amount of power that automatically returned to him. The said power was bestowed by him to his daughters. It'll return to him once the one who he gave it to, is dead. Those who are outside the room and even outside the building suddenly flinched. They feel the enormous black power from their boss. It's calling them to assemble!

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.

Void of emotions despite the huge smile he wore on his face. "From the time i took the title of king from my late guardian, you all have been loyal to me and the royal family at large, you have been supporting and acknowledging my efforts in this kingdom. Specially thanking king Jacob and king Charles for everything they've done for this kingdom. As long as i remain king, I will make sure this kingdom flourishes in wealth and peace" The crowd cheered energetically, shouting praises in ancient Alxae language. "Here's to bigger accomplishments and a brighter future" Corey closed his speech and made for the table we were seated.

The exploded black aura condensed into countless sharp blades, aiming to impale Adrian's vital points. Adrian was unable to defend against these continuous attacks. The king’s strength was overwhelming, and he showed no signs of exhaustion. Although Adrian wasn't defeated, he couldn’t counterattack either. If he wanted to defeat the king, he had to break through the latter’s defense. Observing his surroundings, Adrian learned the king’s source of power. It was inside the central pit. The pit was emitting a steady stream of black aura that surged into the king’s body, giving him tremendous power.

Too powerful to bear. Bale, still bound, jerked back against his ropes. His mouth opened but no sound came out. Shock rooted him there. Even the guards forgot to breathe. Tridents dipped. Eyes widened. Everyone stared as though they’d seen a prophecy step out of the old songs. The king went still for one breath. His expression softened, something almost reverent flickering across his face. Then his eyes sharpened. He saw it — the danger coiled inside that glow. The power that didn’t ask permission. The power that could unmake thrones. His advantage, gone.

he expressed quickly. This caught the King's attention, and he pursed his lips. He felt his blood boil with anger. Malcolm always irritated him with his selfishness. He understood that he would do anything to get rid of Skye. The King looked at him calmly. "Such kind of men are either widowers or rascals, and no parents ever consented to give them their daughters as wives." "So, that means maybe I could apply for a widower." Malcolm suggested.

I say, slightly shaking but for some reason not wanting to leave his arms. He sighs, kissing my hand faintly. Thinking hard of his next words, as he should. "I've told you before my parents were really bad people. When I became king, the kingdom was unsure and the royal court was scared. I wasn't who I am now but the more I ruled the happier the kingdom seemed to be. Point is- my parents were defile."

That whore! After Embry was crowned king, it was time for his ministers to swear to do their jobs. First, the royal advisor swore his allegiance. Then, a couple of new ministers did the same. Finally, it was time for Athena to take that job, which she had no idea how to do.

Queen Riyal's comment made everyone laugh even the guards behind the king could not hold their laughter. The king reacted, " ohhh! Do you really think I am not as powerful and muscular as I was then? Warriors like me get younger always. We neither get old nor depreciate. Rather, decided not to engage in some activities. Not out of powerlessness or anything but just to give the coming generation a better chance to show what they have got. You know! Hope you are getting my points" "Okay! Okay!! Okay!!! If you are all having doubts About this agile, able, responsible, powerful, handsome man standing before all. Then check me out." The king moved forward chasing everyone behind him, then removed