Skeleton King Novels & Stories

Inside the palace of the Fortis Kingdom. Astrid's human form had been torn apart. With a dense aura of darkness, the Skeleton Dragon attacked Draco fiercely on the red carpet covered in dragon blood belonging to Draco's birth mother. The dragon made of bones opened its mouth and charged fiercely. Draco dodged to the side, but the skeleton dragon quickly wagged its tail and slammed Draco's body hard, right in the stomach. "Urgh..." Draco groaned as his body trembled in pain.

“We’re not safe here.” Jenna’s breath stilled. Because behind the stranger— Behind David Branson— The Bone King was rising. Silhouetted by lightning. Mask cracked. Eyes burning with murderous rage. Holding a new weapon. A spear tipped with human bone. And he hurled it— straight toward Jenna.

“My Lord I didn’t realize you were here otherwise I would have brought the girls another day to get fitted.” The King turned his head to look at Lazarus, at the same time his eyes were off to the side glancing at Jezzebelle. His hair was well managed and was well past his shoulders. You can certainly tell he was an ancient his ears were pointed and when he spoke he had an accent. According to her father he came from France. He also had frightening fangs. The older you get the more the Bloodthirst takes it toll. The King noticed Jezzebelle was looking at him or more than less was studying him.

And being a werewolf who had never shifted, there was only so much his body could do on its own. A knock on the bathroom door startled Evren. “Open the door,” the King’s voice came through the door, and Evren frowned. “I know you’re in pain, Omega. And you’re probably too sore to move. Open the door and let me in.” Evren had the mind to tell the king to fuck off. He wanted to swear at the king and call him every colourful name under the moon but… That was the Lycan King, the ruthless Lycan who had ordered the execution of a man before Evren’s very own eyes, and Evren knew he was probably hanging by a thread.

He nodded, looking at Vidar as he continued to cough. "O what he he was talking?" I looked for Vidar. "Per what he you called in king?" His square jaw made a crunching noise. He hesitated per one time before in to respond. "He me called of a king because I am one.” My eyebrows if came together. Good, that it was news. "One king in what, exactly?” "King of supernatural. AND, in soon you will be queen." I blinked. "I am really sorry." I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “I think I must have misheard. Did you just say you are the king of the supernatural?”

Making my heart reap with joy. "But on one condition" he added... *** The door slammed bringing bme ack from my ocean of thought. I raised my brows and found skeleton, my assistant. Skeleton is his nickname of all the names on earth he chose that! "What?! " I ask " I found his address", he says

And I told them word for word how the king described Drakon's possible end if he tried it again. The fear on their frozen faces would have been comical if it wasn't so valid. "I think—" Diane began, "we sometimes forget why he's also called the Infamous Hybrid King. 'Hybrid' and also a 'King,' Cassia. Just a regular vampire is crazy enough, then throw in a random werewolf, and we humans don't stand a chance."

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

People could use different intent at very low levels, but to truly bring this intent to the maximum, they had to understand and experience. Killing intent needed the user to be used to killing. Sword intent needed the user to reach an mastery of sword art. As for King's intent, the user must have the experience of standing above the mass. For Sol, even though he was the crown prince, he didn't have the demeanor of a king. This is where his dragon blood intervened. Dragon fear was a kind of intent every dragon possessed. Though Sol as a hybrid couldn't use the power of Dragon fear easily, by fusing those two intents he reached a surprisingly good result. A mutation of sorts.

"I'm King Terranean short for Mediterranean. I guess our former King got inspired by his rein. It makes sense since I'm the King of the Mediterranean Seas. I know you are the King of Kings. You reek of power. It was so easy to find you. In the future, you might want to tone down on releasing less energy. What's your name?" Minus the crown and trident and this guy would fit perfectly on land. He had this friendly atmosphere about him. We didn't know each other, yet here he was trying to be friends. I could bet he had alot of companions back home. "Marvelon," I stated a bit more formal than intended to. A guard walked up to him. "The Healers are ready, my King." Healers. Damn, this guy was a l