Rune King Novels & Stories

Sword-saint Predator was feeling amazed at first when eight runes lit up but couldn’t help but feel a bit worried when ten runes lit but then all of a sudden twelve runes lit up and now he didn’t know if he should laugh or cry. While everyone was stunned all twelve runes glowed brightly like a miniature sun then all of a sudden the runes went off, it was at this moment everyone snapped out of their daze, something wasn’t right, there was no rune projection or ability impartation which was supposed to occur before the altar went dormant, instantly the surrounding crowd broke out into a noisy chatter, in the palace the King wore a deep frown as he had never heard of such a thing happening befo

Each strike against the stone sent sparks of light into the air, but the runes resisted, glowing brighter and stronger as if mocking our efforts. “It’s not working!” Nova shouted, her voice cracking with frustration. “Keep trying!” I yelled back, refusing to give in. But even as I struck the runes again and again, I felt the futility in my movements. Behind us, Killian and the Rogue King clashed in a violent storm of teeth and claws, their snarls echoing through the clearing. Killian’s golden wolf fought with unrelenting power, but the Rogue King’s speed and cunning gave him an edge, keeping the battle balanced on a knife’s edge.

From what I knew of the slave traders, they deserved nothing less. Where is he? Rune asked in my head. I looked to see him step up beside me in his human form with two broad swords. Rune had always enjoyed fighting with swords in battle and would often switch off between his wolf and warrior form “to ease the tension for both forms,” he had said. Rune was one of our most formidable warriors because he was so good in both forms and enjoyed both sides, sometimes a little too much. Where I would fight out of necessity, Rune fought for the enjoyment of it. It made him a lethal enemy but an irreplaceable ally.

I stood, amidst twenty others, as we were the ones who had made it to the finals. Everyone who came to watch or support were seated while we stood on the stage for their display. The commentator appeared, approaching the pulpit. “I welcome everyone to the most anticipated Royal Final!” The crowd cheered, “We come here every year to watch the geniuses in all the kingdoms far and wide compete to lift their kingdoms to greater heights.” He turned towards us, “Of course, every year we celebrate those who have worked hard to gather unbelievable scores. This year they are five. Firstly, the Raven wood pack’s very own Alpha Roman, Chief Fenrir from the Central Academy, Warwick Kingdom’s beta warrio

With ruthless determination, Alaric plunged the sword into the ground before their very eyes. Blood-curdling screams echoed through the air as they cried out in agony. With intense commitment, the King hurled his sword towards his enemies, the blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. The sharp edge of the weapon met the filthy mouths of his foes, leaving behind a trail of deep, jagged wounds.

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.

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

I hadn’t even known him for a month, and yet it had felt like a lifetime. “HAHAHA! Did you not get taught anything boy...You never drop your weapon in a fight...The Imperial army is a load of trash nowadays, I the great Bandit King will reveal in the delights of the rich Imperial province. Dam. I wait to get a taste of their women...HAHAHA. Doesn't matter to you though. You will be dead!” Looking behind me, I saw a giant of a man. He was covered in some kind of scaled armour. On his head there even was a crown! Guess he was some kind of important bandit...well the king as he called himself. In his hands there was a massive hammer.

Nat needed to do something to gain Rune’s attention again—but what? He gazed out the faux window, watching a raid upon a medieval village. The invaders were Reapers, of course, and they pillaged the fleeing peasants, trampling them in the streets, mutilating their corpses. It was delightful to watch, even if the entire scene was a figment of his imagination. The thought that it could be true was enough to lighten his spirits. He especially liked when the Reapers tormented the children, although he couldn’t see their pathetic little faces without being reminded that Rune had been a school teacher. It seemed everything circled back to her. He was drawn to her like a moth to a blowtorch. If he

“Chakra King!” Third Team Leader said with a blank expression on his face. “What did you say?” Team Leader Lock asked again in a low voice. “The Rune Realm which is above the cultivation realm! Oh, my God! I actually saw a Chakra King for myself today!” Third Team Leader was about to cry out of excitement. “What did you say? Chakra King?!” When Team Leader Lock heard his words clearly, his eyes widened for a moment, and his whole body began trembling and shaking violently!!!