Seven Kings Of Hell 소설 & 이야기

Because this is what is worshiped by Basileus Bahari, the king of the Ilioque Realm. But their black magic was still not enough to defeat the South Acsese Mizrasic Sea-Eoburos Kingdom. Because this kingdom is blessed and chosen by 'Omnipotens Deus'. So they're the most powerful and rich kingdom in the ocean world. The Ilioque Realm is near 'Kilianata Valley', it is a world of immortals. Its major city is the Ottonem Nunneapia Nation'.

"I beg you, Father. Spare us. I will do whatever you ask, but do not let your anger destroy your own flesh and blood. I love Benjamin, and this child... this child is a part of him, a part of me, and a part of you. Please, show mercy." The silence that followed was thick with tension, the king's stern visage faltering as her words settled upon him. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the king spoke, his voice cold and unwavering. "Very well. Prepare yourself to be wed within seven days. If you fail, I will have that child come out of you forcefully like a growing seed being plucked out of the soil." He warned.

I lean forward, playing with his stray baby hairs and his now bushy beard. "My name is Henry King, 26 years old, Alpha of Red Fire pack of the northern mountains and the king of Alphas, descendant of the last living monarch of werewolves. I have special abilities to control fire, I used to live with humans where I got military training for 6 years. I build robots in my spare time and own multiple businesses." He licks his lips, catching his breath. That much I know about him. "I have only ever been in 2 relationships, which lasted about 5 months each. I am by no means a celibate man." He finally stops and sucks in a breath.

When he took a closer look, Cyrus was back to his usual indifferent face. Back on the set, Claude made everyone present there dumbfounded. Aaron exaggerated again, giving him a gaping mouth. A character with white hair and a black shirt, jet-black eyebrows after being shaved become long, hidden in sideburns, and raised high brow bones that were originally hidden is now revealed. Claude's gentle face turns cold, cold and indifferent. The fluttering black robe conceals a leisurely and elegant look in the evil spirit shown in the character as if even if the world were to become a wasteland, there would be dust and ashes. Just a blink of his eye.

“You will stand across from me.” We all move into position. Each of my Kings represent with life or death. Levi is the King of Demons, and thus the underworld, so he represents death at its purest form. While Remiel is the King of the Angels, representing life at its purest form. Lucern is a strong necromancer, so he also represents death, but on a lesser level than Levi.

I gritted out, my tone clear and stable. I could feel his burning gaze on me, Zerth threatening to reveal himself as I used my throne. It wasn't my fault they were too weak to protect themselves from the Demons and Devils of Viagra. Instead, they needed help from those who bare no soul. Thus they pledged allegiance and I became the King of Kings. Either way, all this could be changed in a breathe that I know, that is why I shall see each kingdom crumble before that ever happens. The table shook and I sighed, knowing fully well Fat King Rodrick of the Witches And Wizards was about to open his cowardly mouth,

Leila Johnson thought surviving poverty was the hardest battle she'd ever fight. She was wrong. One night, a routine appointment ends in kidnapping, murder, and a dangerous offer from Chicago's most feared billionaire mafia kingpin, Zane Rogers. All she has to do is help him recover a stolen chip. One mission. One payment. One chance to change her life forever. But the deeper Leila falls into Zane's deadly world, the more she discovers that nobody can be trusted. Not the charming friend who always makes her laugh. Not the beautiful woman who suddenly appears. Not even the powerful man whose touch is becoming harder to resist. As betrayal after betrayal tears

That reaction alone told me everything I needed to know—she knew exactly what that title meant. “You know them,” I said, my voice quieter than intended. It was not a question. Mira lowered herself into the chair near my bed and exhaled slowly, the expression on her face turning grave in a way I had rarely seen. “Everyone in the supernatural world knows them,” she said at last. “The Four Crown Kings are not merely powerful students, Aurelia. They are the strongest beings Noctis Academy has produced in centuries.” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “Each one stands at the peak of their generation. Each commands power capable of shifting political balance across kingdoms. Nobles fear off

Kael didn't look pleased, but he nodded. Moments later we were climbing the northern battlements. The storm hit us immediately, freezing wind and blinding snow, and the fortress stretched below with thousands of wolves preparing for battle. Archers lined the walls, warriors gathered in the courtyard, the entire pack stood ready. Then I saw them. My breath caught. The Hollow Kings. Five figures stood beyond the gates, only five, and somehow that was worse, far worse. They wore black armor that seemed forged from darkness itself, silver crowns resting upon their heads, their faces appearing almost human, almost. Their eyes glowed with pale moonlight, ancient, merciless, immortal.