Regressing With The King's Power Wiki Novels & Stories

a sharp, brittle laugh escaped her lips as she looked back on it. It was amusing how the King was the one who was considered who holds the most power in this country but was the most weakest when it really matters. Like in the game of chess, the King was the lifeline (when it is gone, it was already considered a loss but here), here, the King truly wasn’t the one to hold real power, wasn’t the one to pull the strings. It was the Queen. It was always, always that damned Queen Ysabel. (A voice, in the back of her mind, laughs.

The King's court, once a stage for elaborate pronouncements and political maneuvering, had devolved into a place of hushed whispers and fearful speculation. The King himself, perched precariously on his throne, was a shadow of his former self, his once commanding presence eroded by paranoia and guilt. Elias, through his carefully cultivated network of influence and Patricia’s subtle magical nudges, had systematically amplified the King’s inherent fears.

There was something about the way he maintained a chilling low tone while delivering these threats that made them more than just believable. The words became promises—became the king’s word and law. He began to look like the infamous, scary hybrid king. Erin fell to the ground, pleading and groveling. “Here’s my sentence.” The king ignored him, and everyone stood up abruptly, causing me and Diane to flinch at the sudden movement. “For the crime of attempting to force yourself on an unwilling party, messing with the crown’s property—” I stifled a roll of my eyes at that sickening title—the bitter truth but still sickening.

I returned to my one- room apartment and flung myself into the bed. I crawled into a corner of the bed and sat up with my hands wrapped around my knees. I tried to communicate with Skylar but she was not talking. I couldn't believe Becca was arranged as Prince Regan's bride. Prince Regan is one of the Princes in the royal palace. The current king, King Muna, isn't his father. King Muna assumed the throne by tyranny. He plotted against his half brother; King Carter, who was Regan's father.

I bit my lower lip and remained silent. “But I thought that you two were close…” King said, and his eyes were suggestive to his meaning. “Unfortunately for you, that information isn’t accurate,” Reiner denied firmly. “If that’s true then what are you going to do, Reiner? You know what I’m referring to, don’t you?” King asked sternly. “I don’t see why we need to rush this so much…” Queen spoke up although her voice sounded weak. “I want a grandchild and I want Reiner to take over so I can retire,” King said with conviction.

Noah, unaware, leaned close and murmured, “Be careful, Aegis. You shouldn't make the mistake of underestimating the King. I heard he's even more powerful than any of his ancestors. They call him The Insanity. And he's almost as psychotic as you are maybe even more." I didn’t look away. He didn't either. My heart pounded with a kind of excitement. I exhaled slowly. “Well,” I muttered. “Would’ve been nice if you warned me before I insulted him to his face.”

I thought that with phoenix back, I could protect the pack without thinking of the decision-making aspect. Darted worriedly. What if I fail to make a good decision in the near future. I might've proven myself worthy of the position, but I could also prove myself unworthy with any slight mistake. Besides, I had never been a ruler before, I had no idea how it was being one. I was practically just following my instincts for now, but the more I sat down to think about it, the more worried I became.

Others who were still thinking of talking quickly crawled back into their shell like the coward. “Even though you have it in mind to impeach me, I am still your king, and guess what?” He stoped and looked around, gathering all attentions and making sure that everyone would look at him, “I am going to continue to be your king until I join my fathers, and when I do so, my son will take over,” he added snd walked back to his throne, he took his place majestically and looked around. No one dared to stand up to talk, no one dared to make a sound. There it was, his plan to show them what he was made of, his plan to show them his power and set them in their boundary.

he said quietly, and there was no space in his tone for refusal. The king was slumped against the pillows, skin clammy, lips pale. His breathing rattled. Khaled stood behind me, one hand on my shoulder, his weight a warning I could feel in my bones. “Do it,” the king rasped. I didn’t answer, just stepped forward. My heart was steady. My seed had stitched torn flesh, revived soldiers half-dead in the field. If it could do that, it could burn the sickness out of him. I undid the fastening at my waist. The king’s eyes flickered, not in shame, only in understanding. My power didn’t come from chants or light. It came from me.

Known as the ‘Age of Absence’, that time had been a dark one. Many generations before King Josnan, his Great Great Great Grandfather, had set out on his trials, only to be lost at sea on his expedition to conquer a foreign territory. But the current king was already old, and his son did not return before his passing, leaving no one to take his place. The land fell into chaos, counselors and sorcerers clamoring for the power to control the people. When finally the Prince returned, he set into place rules and regulations, appointing the most trusted of advisors to uphold and execute them, should the situation occur again.