Novel & Cerita Rise Of A King

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

My hands trembled as I reached for the remote, turning on the TV for some distraction, only to feel my heart sink. On the screen was the Averelle royal crest. My family’s crest. A reporter stood in front of it, microphone in hand. “Breaking news: King Alaric Windsor has officially announced his abdication. The King will step down to be with his long-time partner, a hotel receptionist identified as......" The remote slipped from my fingers and thudded onto the rug. “What?” I whispered. “He… he did what?” Cutting to a clip of Alaric my older brother, the King, beaming as if he’d just won a jackpot instead of discarding centuries of royal tradition.

" Introducing his Royal Majesty, king Lucien" The king strode toward the throne with an expressionless look on his face. Rosy was far too suprise by his looks as he came into limelight where they could get a full glimpse of him. He was devastatingly handsome and far from what Rosy had expected, he was not old but rather in his early thirty's. His jaw was set straight as he continue walking forward not even acknowledging the servant who bowed at him. Maria who had been seated right beside Rosy gasp in shock as she stared at the king in awe too. Rosy was not suprise by her reaction as she herself would have done the same thing if she hadn't comport herself immediately. He was a great definitio

Elara was on her feet in seconds, blade drawn. Rhys sprinted ahead. “North watch!” Ten Iron Claw warriors were on the ground, their skin blackened, eyes melted. And above them, floating like a fever dream, was a man wrapped in shadowsteel robes, a gold crown fused to his skull. “The King.” They called. He didn’t speak. He only raised his hand and the trees behind them exploded with chaos and fame. Elara ducked as a branch whipped past her head. Lyra slammed into her, bleeding from the scalp.

Tom cursed to himself, sneering as he looked back into his memories, “Duke Osborn was a bastard! He always acted so lovingly towards his brother, but he only did it so no one would notice he was spying on the king! He said King Dean didn't deserve to be king, but did he deserve it? He was a general who led the army against the vampires, and he contributed to the prosperity of the kingdom, but it was King Dean who ruled the kingdom and supported those endeavors. Without the king's support, he could not have won.” Tom shook his head, “His mate would have still died…” Arthur’s heart lurched, “His mate died?” Tom nodded, gravely, “In childbirth. The loss of his mate coupled with his ambitions li

he shouted The old man didn’t say a word and through the pump of his staff, there goes a ring with a red-like gem on it… and a sword? The sword was estimated to be around 3 feet long. I believe it is what they call the Joyeuse sword. It was arguably the most powerful sword the man has ever crafted. It was made by Charlemagne, a Frankish king out of gold and gem-encrusted hilt, the blade was forged from the same ore and metal that made Durendal, a sword wielded and is also one of the deadliest in the world. Legend has it, that the sword was forged by the infamous blacksmith legend Galas, who took three years to complete. Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the

She says, tone turning solemn for a moment, before she pushes me back as if I disgust her with more strength than I anticipated, making me hit the wall with my head hard. “And now, after 25 years, it breaks and disappoints my heart to see you like this because I know that’s not who you are. You are the true daughter of a great and powerful A****n Queen, not some weak, depressing, drunk, sorry excuse of a warrior or mother who doesn’t even know how to look after her pup properly! It should be YOU who is teaching and training him how to be the Alpha he’s destined to be, rather than some old lady because you’re too weak and busy wallowing in wolfbane-laced alcohol and self-pity to pull your hea

So when Lucien came forth with the dagger in his hands, I pushed my worries down further and put up a wall to my feelings and a mask on my face, still not letting go of Mathias' hand. “My queen,” he bowed. His voice rose and echoed through the grand hall, “We gather to witness the Rise of the true Queen and her mate, her king. The gods have written in the stars, that you would come and take your rightful place, leading this realm into a new beginning and bringing the races together.

he began, "there lived a king. His rule was unquestioned, and his ways precise. He ruled a great people and coveted that which was not his until one day the slaves of his people rose from their oppression and fought back, led by one man. Skilled with the sword and the axe, he led the slaves out of the kingdom, seeking refuge wherever they could. "The king, ordering their capture, sent out legions to conquer them. But when the slaves were found, they had allied themselves with others and easily triumphed over the king's men. The king, angered by the challenge of his authority, waged war on the slaves and all who allied with them. It lasted for years. The slaves gathered more allies after each

The hybrids’ abilities were not just for show; they were the foundation of their society, their power and strength. The kingdom thrived under the rule of the Alexander family, who were descendants of Delula. However, not all was peaceful within the royal lineage. When King Alexander, the grandfather of Princess Naomi, passed away, the kingdom faced a turning point. Princess Naomi was crowned queen, a decision that did not sit well with her younger brother, Keith Alexander. Keith believed he was more deserving of the throne and resented his sister’s ascension. His ambition and jealousy festered over the years, leading to a tragic betrayal.