Rune King Novels & Stories

He decided that he would deal with him tomorrow as he now has a more concerning matter to deal with, and he was too livid to give Beta Daniel the benefit of the doubt to explain himself. Instead, he focused all his rage and annoyance on the Alien King who stood before him as he made lovey-dovey eyes at His MATE. "HOW do we know that you are the Alpha King and what you are saying is true?" "Because I bear the runes of the royal family." The Alpha King stated as he turned his head to the side, and pulled the hard shell of his ear forward. The ancient runes illuminated in the dark and Mira arched her back to get a proper look as she admired the markings of his royal status. As the Alpha King re

The ruthless Alpha King? ...

My fingers trace runes of extinction across the air as I walk the shattered veil between realms. Below me, in the ravaged city of iron and ash, the last pack stands. Wolves twisted by war, their bodies malformed by ancient curses and human cruelty. They are the last sons and daughters of Fenrir. And I will end them. I arrive as moonlight made flesh. The rogue king sees me first. His name is Kael. He reeks of rebellion. He wears a silver scar where a god once struck him down. He does not bow. “You shouldn’t have come,” he says.

Scene towards the kingdom aradonna (colour Golden symbol the red fire) The throne room is grand and opulent, adorned with gilded decorations and tapestries depicting the king's victories. At the center, a massive throne looms, occupied by KING RODERICK, a ruthless and imposing figure. His eyes are cold and calculating, exuding an air of power and authority.

My trembling hands pushed away the curtain, and the blinding morning light made me squint, but I struggled to keep them open to take on the grand sight outside this carriage. Towering ivory walls reaching up to fifty meters, seemingly reaching for the horizons, and a luxurious blackwood double-door gate embossed with a ruby-eyed ebony wolf howling to the heavens highlighted by golden lines, as if the giant black wolf with blood-red eyes is ready to leap out of the gate and massacre its enemies. The entrance to the core power territory of the Rogue kingdom exudes a terrifying momentum of bloodshed and carnage. It perfectly fits the image of the Rogue werewolf race that I have learned and hear

The first king approached through the smoke with Hayate’s broken sword in one hand and grey water burning around the other. Orochi climbed the western tower. Black serpents coiled around his arms. Raiken stood between them and Riven. He had no crown. No blue fire. Only a bloodstained blade. The first king smiled. “At last, you look mortal.” Raiken lifted his sword. “You should try it.” Orochi laughed from above. “He never had the courage.” The first king attacked. Grey water crossed the distance before his body moved. Raiken dropped beneath it and drove his shoulder into the first king’s chest. They struck the wall together.

Annabelle “These are all the documents?” I ask before grabbing the large envelope from the forger. I watch his beady eyes scan me as I open it and examine each one to make sure he isn’t trying to deceive me, but the crook is telling the truth. I sigh in relief. Everything I need to become the Dragon King’s surrogate is here: A new birth certificate, a fake lineage line, and a fake certificate of noble blood to boot- the most important one I need.

The crowd agreed and cheer on that. “Enough!” Elliott thundered, and his voice sent fear through the heart of those standing around. He stepped forward and his eyes glowed red, signifying his new rank as alpha king, which came with the crown. “I am the firstborn son of Robb Ainsworth and rightful heir to the throne. The world has denied my birthright since the day of my conception, but not anymore. I stand for justice and justice has prevailed.” He said, and they all stared at him silently. “I am your king and I will rule as I dim fit and anyone who challenges my legitimacy will be put to the sword.”

“He is but 20 years old, you can disarm him, seasoned warrior.” But theirs was no ordinary fight. Instead of donning armor they merely wore tunics and hoses and fought barefooted. Mare watched them fight amused. Unwittingly, her gaze stopped on the prince and she watched his form, his stance, the swing of his sword, the hard strain of his chin as he moved in for another attack. With every move his golden hair, though bound, moved in the wind. Even though tendrils of it fluttered in his face, he was not distracted and in no time at all he disarmed his opponent. He still had that scowl on his face, his dark brows furrowing over icy eyes. Fair heads were not common in all of Arlankis and she al

Meanwhile, all the participants from the Kingdom of De Kruk confidently stepped to Kharel's side, which made the participants from the Kingdom of Kys click their tongues. “Hey, you .…” Leo said, pointing at Richard with his index finger. Richard raised his eyebrows but remained standing beside Kharel. Leo said again, “Crown Prince of the Kingdom of De Kruk. You … why are you joining your enemy?”