Rune King Novels & Stories

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.

He was her great grandfather. Standing up in the middle of the mess, he swepted his hands down his pant legs. Once finished he turned to the King and gave him a bowed. Turning around he bowed his head in respect to the council members in front of him. As he lifted his head, his eyes looked straight at Jezzebelle and they had rage firing in them and it was directed straight at her. Janelle was being watched by two of the royal guards, the Leigonaires. Highly trained skilled warriors with one purpose to dedicate and protect the royal family. But as the King never married, it is just him they are dedicated to. Bryon and Cassius have no problem flexing their muscles in the right direction even i

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.

an order rings out, and I smile nervously before walking toward them. “Of course, your Highness,” I say, with a proper tone, but the man laughs, making me halt. OH NO! Do they know? Is this it?! Is this the end? “I am not the King,” He smirks, standing. “He is,” he says as King Madden stands beside him. My entire body is frozen, and the world begins to shift. How did I not know who King Madden was?! That’s surely a red flag!

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.”

“I want 15 strong men with me this night. Dymas has returned from Kronos and has brought with him men rumored to have dragon blood in them. The king will put them to the test. You are to stand guard and protect the king from sudden attacks if there are any.” A few moments later he had selected 15 of them. One of them was his friend, the only man among them with whom he spoke freely. Henrik, though older than Perci by 5 years, was the prince’s best friend. As soon as the men moved away to get ready for their duty, Henrik sheathed his sword and moved toward him. He was a tall man with a solid build with muscles toned from years of training and horse rides. His short raven black hair framed a h

And as the rune on my mother’s flask pulsed once more—harder, hotter—I understood something brutally clear: The Alpha King had begun a game of his own. And his game…was older. Darker. And far more dangerous than I ever imagined.

She rolled her eyes playfully. Lena took over, her voice dropping to a dramatic whisper that would have been perfect for a YouTube conspiracy video. "Decades ago, Magnus fought in a war. Not just any war. A supernatural conflict that most humans don't even know existed. He was fighting Alpha Kazakh – a legendarily brutal leader whose anaconda tattoo is said to come alive during battle." "Come alive?" Cathy's eyes were the size of dinner plates. "That's real? Real?"