Saiyan King 소설 & 이야기

His voice echoed with a hint of admiration, as if the mere mention of Samarth's name commanded respect. The mention of the chief commander sparked a memory in King Agnil's mind, and he recalled the face of his loyal servant, Kenaz. As he gazed at Samarth, he noticed the striking resemblance to his father. The young warrior's rugged features seemed chiseled from the very stone of battle, exuding raw power and danger. His meadow-green eyes, sharp as a hawk's, gleamed with a fierce intensity that commanded attention.

Serena, the small baby who looked more like a peanut in the King’s wide arms, started laughing and clapping with glee when she was settled comfortably in the King’s arms. “I'm guessing she missed you,” Sarai said, staring at her child and the King compassionately. The little one had the King’s attention and was working really hard to keep Kaiden entertained. The fate of a King is a cruel and lonely one, and the Alpha King is no different. Upright rules and regulations that he had obeyed until they became a part of him and mixed with the blood flowing in his arms.

Because the only woman who could make his heart beat wasn't Riona. He removed his hand from his grandmother's and glared at her. “What Grandfather said is right. We can't ally with the snake people who have been our sworn enemies. It will cause a war amongst us as well as the other dragon shifters.” Vincent then walked to sit beside his grandfather. A tired expression on his face. Being king wasn't enjoyable. It was hell.

The door opened. Aurelion stepped inside, already dressed in dark formal attire that emphasized his height, his power, the authority that radiated from him without effort. But when his eyes landed on me— The king vanished. His breath caught. And the dragon stirred beneath his skin. “You are…” He stopped himself, jaw tightening slightly. “Going to faint?” I teased gently. He huffed a quiet laugh. “Magnificent.” My pulse fluttered. “You’re sure about this?” I asked softly.

He fought in war after war for his master, the fiery demon lord, Ivan the Defiler. Until he learned to cage his inner demon. After centuries of conditioning and pain he'd taught himself to control the vicious monster within himself, using his newfound knowledge to teach his fellow brethren. With focused logic instead of blind rage his berserkers decimated their enemies. He led his demon army into battle after battle, conquering the other clans and earning him the title of Sebastian the Vanquisher, Demon King.

And the only thing that could be seen was the red iron suit that covered his entire body. “I’ve underestimated you before. But now… you die.” The mechanical tone voice came from the man inside the suit, and he was talking to Adrian. Kaelithar had been behind this whole time and actually he just was getting impressed with the whole scene as it unfolds. He feels like Adrian’s skills are just cool and awesome. In fact, he could tell he’s truly a descendant of king lineage. It’s a known heritage for king lineage in their homeland that a king’s children would be extremely strong because of the gene.

He’s not quite as tall as I am, but is thick. No getting around that he’s as thick as a tree, and stubborn as an ox. Unlike most other Yon who flaunt their prowess and superiority, no one knows what Sai’s element is any more than they can define the Sacred that lives inside him. Sai may be able to change his features somewhat, but generally, it’s the guttural and brazen roars or snarls of the beast within that says he’s no more Feyling than the rest. The dude smells as much as he looks like sex on a stick, but would rather stab someone than answer a question.

Zayn released his aura for real this time specifically at him and it was something he could never resist. Silas dropped to his knees and growled loudly in pain as Zayn stared him in the eyes. "Silas, who is your king?" He groaned, trying to fight the effect of the aura but he ended up falling face flat to the ground. "Who is your king?!" Zayn yelled this time and he stammered in agony. "It's--It's you, Zayn Hendrixson. You are my king and I will forever worship you as a faithful servant"

Sienna was upset when she found out about Diego, but only because she couldn't punish him herself for shooting Mav. As we eat, I look around the room and feel like the weakest link. Sienna and Mav are the strongest people I have ever met. Eva is incredible, even after everything she went through. Zay and Troy are warriors. Kierra is a witch with powers that I'm sure are even stronger than what she has shown us. Then there's me. I'm the new King, can't fight, and have no power. All I am is a man with a title. I need to change that.

He almost fell on the ground unconscious, but Greyn had made sure to catch him. "What shall we do with him, My Lord?" "Bring him along. I have to know what I did to him for that guy to have that level of hatred against me," Saiya answered coldly as she wears her cloak once again before she continued walking. Greyn, then, inserted himself on the shadow of the man and took control of the man's body as he suppress Kane's soul for a while. It was one of Greyn's abilities that she gave, being the General Commander of her army.