Skeleton King Novels & Stories

It says The Alpha King in the picture because I'm currently trying to get the book title switched to that! For anyone confused about why there are two different names. Happy New Year!!

There, sat a man in a jester outfit, his leg crossed over the other, both of his forearms rested on the armrest and his eyes lazily looked at her own, his lips now stretching wide, flashing her his toothy smile, "Hello." "Joker?" It frowned again, "Seriously? You don't know me?" Emily shook her head in disappointment, "Not really, no." The embarrassment she felt for the man in a jester outfit enhanced the flushing of her cheeks and the reddening of her ears. "I am Grim, the king of the dead." She felt her ears perk as he introduced himself, "Why are you here?" His mouth widened, happiness evident on his face. He leaned slightly forward and pointed his index finger at her. "Ha!" He paused his

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.

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?”

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.

Other kids didn't have to listen to their parent's private affairs. Craig gazed outside the room. "The first King of Kings was the offspring of the Sea Witch Queen and the King of the Northern Pod. They appointed him that role because he was the most powerful King of all the ocean and could manipulate both land and sea. He saved them from disastrous times. His descendants inherited his power." "And, why was my father not a King of Kings?" "Because his father never mated a sorceress." Craig eyed my mother. "Is this necessary?"