Soldier King Poet Test Novels & Stories

I glance at Lilli, and she is looking at me with pride making me feel a bit self-conscious before she then turns to address the soldiers that are still kneeling. “You heard what has been said, what say you? Will you serve the King chosen for you by Aethon himself? Or will you continue to follow a usurper who found himself capable of murdering his own family to get power?” Collectively every remaining soldier makes the Royal pledge, and I am gobsmacked.

"They have double of our men, both inside and outside of the town. We would just be going for a suicide squad, and their men are very skilled... " "Enough! Your blabbering is annoying! Why did I make you the second in command of the army then? I expected you to recruit men who are worthy to serve the kingdom, but you end up recruiting weaklings." "I'm sorry your majesty, I'll try to do better next time." He said. Deep down the man cursed at the king. He was a talented soldier. It wasn't his fault that most of the men here in Valeria were not skillful. In fact it was much more worse when he got here.

He hissed sharply. The soldier nodded shakily, embarrassed to answer. "You pathetic bastard!" Shouted Katthike, and his voice almost cracked. As was to be expected, he knocked this soldier down too, and since that didn't seem to be enough for him, he kicked him straight in the face a few more times with full force. There was an audible crack, and the soldier stopped making a sound. Blood streamed from his nose and his eyes glazed over. When the King of Askhar looked up, they all took another step back from him, scraping their backs desperately against the roughly hewn dungeon wall, wishing that an escape route might open up.

Draven POV I cleared my throat slightly, “the soldiers who drank the potion really became stronger. So strong in fact, that they could now challenge and even win, over the most elite soldiers. The king observed them for a week to see if the effects of the potion would stop, or reduce with time, but it didn’t. Instead they became stronger with each passing day. So he picked fifteen of his elite soldiers to drink the potion too. He sent out announcements all over the land to invite people to watch. Day after day, the people marveled at the strength of his soldiers, until—“

Alpha King's Sex Slave (Poisoned King) Queen Galina’s POV “My Queen.” The Soldier bowed, placing his knee on the floor as I stood close to my huge dresser. My gaze travels to his muscular arms, maybe not as muscular as Alpha Hades, his short curly black hair not as shiny as Hades. Comparing anyone to the King was blasphemous. He is the most handsome man I've ever seen and still stands till today but that doesn't mean I've not seen some average handsome men and that is where this man falls.

the soldier insists, but his voice cracks just enough to betray him. “Look at me.” Kael’s voice drops. Soft. Terrible. “I am the Crown.” Silence. Heavy. Absolute. The blade at my throat trembles. Just slightly. But I feel it. Oh, he’s losing this. He knows it. I know it. Kael knows it. “Last chance,” Kael says. The words aren’t loud. They don’t need to be. “Let her go.” The soldier inhales. And makes the worst decision of his life.

Kael turned toward the soldiers. "Blood does not make a man loyal." His voice carried across the ridge. "Choice does." Riven felt his chest tighten. The same words he had spoken to Elias beneath the mountain. It was a choice. Not blood. Not destiny. Not ancient power. Choice. For several seconds, nobody moved. Then a Draven soldier raised his sword. "For King Kael!" The shout was answered immediately. "For the King!" More voices joined. The sound grew until the ridge echoed with the loyalty of the warriors standing behind Kael.

She announced. "Oh my, I have heard stories of your bravery all throughout the kingdom, I wouldn't dare fight you. You would surely win. I surrender to you oh great warrior," I said, bowing. Daerius howled and Maia cheered as he trotted around the clearing, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. I grinned and leaned backwards, completely content as I watched my children run around the clearing with my mate. I jerk forward when my back hits the cold bed frame instead of the rough bark of a tree. I turn around and swallow hard as reality hits me like a wave of stone.

Tell the truth? My friend is the king, and he already said he has a reason, literally a living reason. And you're the dead uncle, also an old skeleton with saggy skin which can move… Damn! You want an argument, Ma'la will give you one…! "I'm seeking, sorry. I was seeking a reason to conquer the world and I had one, but this time I'm seeking a reason to live and now I have one, the most beautiful one…" (Have you ever heard, 'if he's a king, he might be a poet.' Yes, our king is the best one). (I guess, you have never heard of it because the narrator (me) just said this, in the end I'm a poet myself either).

I interrupted her, "Don't call me honey. It disgusts me. When you were having fun with Greg in the car, did you ever think about this day? When you were trying to kick me out of the house, did you ever think about this day? This is the path you chose, and you'll see it through, even if you have to crawl to get to the end of it." With that said, I rolled up the car window. Joanna desperately clung to the car door. "No! Don't go! Noah, you can't be so cruel!" As she watched my departing car, her eyes filled with remorse. If only... Unfortunately, there were no do-overs in life. The light turned green. I stepped on the gas pedal and sped away. At that moment, the cold, mechanical voice in my mi