Return Of The King King Novels & Stories

Tai either just took over, or his time has spent elsewhere, rather than keeping his own manor maintained. We don't have to walk far before he sweeps around the corner, opening his eyes wide as if he is greeting two old friends. "Akara, I'm so glad you could make it," he grins. I take an uneasy step back, confronted by the look of him. Aside from the slightly longer than usual black curls, he looks like a King again. His rings have returned, all different, but similiar. And his clothing is lavish and royal, looking so painfully alike to the Tai I met all that time ago for the first time.

His eyes were a deep blue, like the night sky and he carried himself like a man in charge, fitting as he was the king after all. “Father. I would like you to meet Kara Ravenfield or Yarrow. Kara, this is my father Callan Horne, King of the dragons.” I stood up and looked up at the king, giving a respectful bow before holding my hand for him to shake and gripping it firmly while doing so. He looked me up and down, giving me an assessing look before he nodded once and smiled brightly.

“The first time I met you in the forest, you were planning to run away from him, right? A weak and incompetent human...” Daphne glared at him. He didn’t have the right to bring up that night even if he was right. “I won't leave him now! Just you wait, he will beat you!” Owen shrugged, leaning back to lounge in the chair, “Oh, I'll wait. I’m counting on him coming. After all, we're the two remaining Royals.” She frowned. What did he mean by that? Was that their last name or was he talking about actual royalty?

Silvia remembered when the King came to her with Keanna in his arms the night of the rebellion with blood on her. “I’m leaving this lady in your arms, Silvia. She has her heart on her sleeve, you’ll see everything in her eyes.” A man who has never opened his heart to anyone and a woman who embraces her feelings. I will hold her close to my heart, King Neil. She smiled as she made that silent promise. “If my lady says the word, the King will immediately fill the entire room with gold, silver, and treasures.” Keanna was confused for a moment, wondering why the King would do such a thing if she asked.

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

It's going great. Everyone is excited and Thursday is the day to vote for Homecoming King & Queen. I'm saying that a lot to everyone I see. Not mention my name. I wouldn't do that. Besides I really want McKenzie Gordon to win. "Get out of the car. You're staring plainly to the void." King shakes me. "Yeah. Sorry. Let's go." I kiss him out of the blue "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that..." "It's okay." He grins and get out of the vehicle.

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

He waved his hand and the maid left. "You see Clinton, with patience and strategy we will surely win. It would cause damage alright, but we will come out victorious." He said and left his throne to go see the King of Lukehall. Clinton bowed his head and gently walked behind the King. The king entered his grand parlor. There, the King of Lukehall was seated on one of the finely furnished couch. He was a short man with a potbelly. King Darien sneered a little. A maid was serving him and next to him was a woman. She had long brown locks and green eyes. She wore a red long silk gown that fitted her perfectly. She had a graceful smile on her face. "King Jacob, welcome to Valeria. I'm very honoure

It's like an oversized child being hugged. "I wish your suffering had been ended sooner... We don't fear you. We trust you with Karina. You completed the final shift. I remember that lesson in school. Only a being of pure heart who has experienced great suffering can become King... Welcome to the family, King Atticus," Dad says before he drops his arms and steps back.

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is to see what he sends you." Skye looked down. "I-I didn't know about the gift, and I have nothing to offer him." The king laughed softly. "He knows it. He doesn’t care about getting a gift from you. He only wants you to accept his gift, and wear it tomorrow, on your wedding day. Just that." The king explained, and opened the wooden box, revealing the inside. "For giving you the gift means that he came back. It's here in the castle." The king nodded. “Yes, he's been back since this morning. Your gift was the reason he left."