Rise Of A King Novels & Stories

The sage finalised, he didn't have all the time in the world to listen to them argue back and forth. He grabs the Sceptre and taps it on Azeah's shoulder and he grabs he crown, "because princess Arcadia is not the child of a royal and it states in the late king Magnus' will that Beta Azeah becomes the king, I hearby crown Beta Azeah as the new king of the North!! He shall hereby be called king Azeah!!" The crown is about to touch his head. "And who said princess Arcadia isn't royalty?"

I'm not sure if I'm opposed to that or not. I chew uneasily on my fingernail. "His position as King has been restored. I'm frightened of him." I'm curious to know how he managed to get the territory back off Vaia, and what or who he had to sacrifice. Now that he is King, I'm more terrified than ever. He has power, and he can do as he wants, and demands what he wants, including getting me to marry him. Marek frowns. "So what, you want to obey?"

This shows how they were not loyal to their king, Sykh, of the East Kingdom. In fact, they were just biding their time to rebel and steal the throne since they were long since dissatisfied with Sykh, this person who actually came from a low-born family unlike Aria, the queen, who came from a high noble family. They believed that Sykh only achieved the throne because of the help of Aria’s family. They had long forgotten that it was Sykh who led the battle against the rebels in the past that wantonly killed the people of the East Kingdom. And so, Sykh became the king after that.

The men cried when they saw him. "Evacuate the people to my kingdom" ordered the king, "its safer there" The Dornish men nodded then fled, leaving the king with a horde of minotaurs. Dorian jumped on a roof top and found one of the monsters lurking there. The king jumped at it and buried his blade on its face then fell on the ground with its corpse. Dorian staggered to his feet then found another one in his path. Before he could act another minotaurs appeared from his blindspot knocking the king away with its horns. Dorian crashes into a brick house then shook his head in disbelief. The two minotaur charged straight at him. Dorians magic dust appear materializing as giant rods. The king wave

If she abdicated from the throne, it would fall into the hands of Thiago and Alba, and if she didn’t do as her parents instructed, she would fail their family and her cousin would still take over. She reached the edge of the garden where it hit the cliffs and leaned on the railing looking out over the clear blue waters of the Mediterranean. One horrible event changed everything. If Ansell hadn’t died, she would be in line for the throne and the King and the Queen would not be so strict in their decisions. Romaine had never wanted this. Now that she found her amazing King, her perfect match, all she wanted was to find a way to be with him… Except, he was her bodyguard, not a perfect suitor… n

she says with not an ounce of sincerity. I don’t deign to even glare at her as I pick up the rest of the stems and return to the mop that I thankfully haven’t put away yet. For some reason, Sophia still doesn’t leave as I mop up her mess. “I don’t understand what makes you so special,” Sophia muses. “It’s clear that King Alexander values his fated mate the most. Those who have gotten too close to her graveyard in the past have always been expelled.” I keep my expression neutral as Sophia reveals valuable information: Emily was the king’s fated mate.

Matteo Romano. He rose from the shadowed corner, towering, broad-shouldered, his black suit tailored with the precision of a king in exile. His face was carved in lines of command: sharp jaw, straight nose, lips that could give orders like death sentences. But it was his eyes that froze the blood in her veins. obsidian, fathomless and unreadable. Il Re di Ferro. The Blood King. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through dry leaves. No one expected him here. No one dared to speak his name too loudly.

He was on the phone. “You are right. This is the biggest opening,” He said to someone on the other end. “Oh, please. He’s head over heels obsessed with her. He won’t save himself even if he wants to. I will use this to bring Kade King to his knees. A broken Majesty. How fun would that be? Maybe then, ThronCrest can rise again.” At these words, a vision pierced my mind like a dagger. Kade King Majesty, broken and kneeling. His bloodline ending with him.

I watched them through the ajar door to see the kings sitting around the large table. The scent of roasted meat and spiced wine hung heavy in the air, a grotesque celebration of power. And I—dressed in red silk that clung to my skin and exposed my body to them once again. I just had to walk among them, smiling. Pretending. I'll be tossed to the last king then I would my revenge to everyone. And then came his name. Alejandro— The thought seized in my throat. I couldn’t say it. Couldn’t breathe it. Couldn’t even finish the syllable in my mind. It sat there, sharp and unspoken, stabbing me quietly from the inside.

Thanks to Helena’s years of loyalty and Jeremy’s ruthless devotion, the pieces had finally fallen into place. And now, here I stood, with Adonai. The so-called mighty Alpha who doesn't hesitate to swear that he’d drive a blade through my skull, kneeling before me, wrists broken, nose shattered and blood poured down his face. His mother trembled beneath my boots too, her body weak as she also bled, and shaking as she gasped for air. That was where they belonged: beneath me. Only one king would rise from this battlefield. And that king was me.