Rune King Novels & Stories

CHAPTER FOUR -ANTONIO- It was now late into the night, almost midnight, and the celebration was coming to its last event; the Run. The Run was an age-old royal tradition. It was a game, a chase under the dance of moonlight. Only the King and Queen's children were allowed to participate in the event. Whichever of the royal offspring reached the age of maturity would have to compete against their older siblings. This would demonstrate the royal's skills and formally initiate them into the competition for becoming the future ruler of the Lycan Empire. Tonight, under the moon, Alina would prove her worth as the princess of the Lycan Empire.

He said in a low voice, that made her grin like an idiot. "So bad." And he told, everything, holding nothing back, and she prayed it would be like this. Him and her, forever, come what may. °°°° ~After a fortnight~ "Men and women of Kingdom Brone! We are under siege! The Athànatoi are upon us! dark days draw near! Strong men of Kingdom Brone come forward and show your might, and fight for yours and mine, for all that was and will be, fight for Brone! May the creator Help us all!"

Not going to fucking happen IM KiNG and I candle my shit on my own. I tilt my head to the side and glance at his son Archer. “I don’t need my daddy to hold my hand for business deals,” Archer smirks. “You’re right! He’s the one,” Archer tells Dwayne. The one for what? Am I missing something? “As you know Dominic we don’t do much business with your world,” Archer says. I nod. Everyone knows the Lycan king is the King of all Kings and the most powerful. “We’ve gained a small pack just outside your territory, ever heard of Red Dawn?”

Throwing his cards on the table, Mauro said, "Don't you dare play without me..." Receiving laughter from his friends, Mauro stood up and yawning walked out of his hut. Mauro is Luka's older brother, the alpha heir to his family, and the next leader. However, Mauro is generally described as a lazy alpha, not living up to the expectations of all his citizens to be the ruler. For that same reason, his parents had decided to test his leadership abilities, sending him to that camp together with Luka and other omegas, making him responsible for his entire pack, and forcing him to take care of all of them.

“After today, no more. The rings, please.” The servant stepped forward. Arthur took the smaller ring, sparkling with diamonds and rubies, and slipped it onto Daphne’s finger with a warm smile. Daphne picked up the ring and slid it onto Arthur’s hand, smiling a bit at the ring bearing the Royal family’s crest on his pointer finger. They turned back to Tom as he smiled. “Do you Arthur Royal II, son of King Dean and Luna Sabina Royal swear to do all in your power to protect, guide, and govern the werewolf kingdom for as long as you occupy the throne?”

When I returned my gaze, he quickly concealed half of his face in Borracho's large arm. "I have spied on every kingdom before this." The man acted without even looking at me. It approached Meridio's tear and immediately scooped up the water at its base. His hands sparkled with diamond liquid on his palm. "Septen Camp has a good team," he said again, closing his eyes. These fighters are all inexperienced. Except for the fifth zone, Rouma can take them all down." "With the exception of the fifth?" I asked. "The fifth warrior is royalty. A V-1 ranked elven. "He's a prince." Kenru begins to describe the prince.

She had never expected to be given a choice. "If you choose to continue this marriage, you'll have to come with me to the Sea Dragon Kingdom. I can't stay here. Robert will handle the affairs on land. The matters of the kingdom are far more important." "Wait... the Sea Dragon Kingdom? What do you mean?" "I'm the prince of the Sea Dragon Clan." Alex paused before continuing. "My father was the Dragon King. Since he's gone, I've become the king now. We maintain a presence in both worlds as a precaution against future threats, ensuring that our people always have a place to seek refuge."

And at her answer, his face couldn’t hide dismay. “Yes.” Ruan turned away from her, looking at the lake where no fireflies could be seen anymore. However, he felt a touch on his arms and in the next seconds, he was wrapped in small yet warm embrace. “I’m scared you’d be lonely. I’m scared that like me, you needed to suppress all those emotions deep within you. Those ugly and ill emotions that kept haunting you… I’m sacred that you are like me…” Ruan Dark. The crown prince of Darkenshire Kingdom. Who ruled and was able to pacify his kingdom after an internal strife that threaten its existence.

My men gathered around, some grim, others bristling with barely contained energy after I shared the news with them. I drew a deep breath, letting it steady me. “We shall ride to meet him halfway,” I said, voice firm. “Perhaps there's a chance to still fix this.” The pack murmured assent, gripping weapons, adjusting armor, tightening reins. I mounted my horse, the familiar rhythm of the saddle beneath me grounding me in the certainty of what had to come. Every Alpha I had ever faced had been a challenge, but Rune… Rune was different. He wasnt very clever. He was ruthless, and fueled by a personal vendetta that could turn a battle into unnecessary bloodshed faster than any other.

Rune Clan The gruesome clash raged on in the main streets and alleys, wailing and death cries rose up as fragrance accompanied by the resounding of clashing swords. Commander Eslar lifts her sword up with a shout then slashed down on a Drokan Soldier’s head before kicking forward against his chest, making it easy for her to yank the sword out. From her rare another Drokan Soldier slashed at her, which she deflects with her shield before plunging her sword into his neck; she pulled the sword out allowing him to drop down, giving view to a teenage figure vested in green hooded cape - wielding a steel spear with curved blades at both ends.