Novel & Cerita Son Of The Hero King

A smirk played on his devilishly handsome physiognomy. My ears burned as I shook my head and ran out of our house to the car. Seconds later, Hunter appeared inside and started for our son's school. Pulling my bottom lip in-between my teeth, I chewed on it until swollen when his index finger reached, pressing my lip out of my mouth. "Relax, sweetheart." He drew my hand to his lips and planted a kiss. "My son's a King, and no one can harm a King. It's others who should be afraid."

"Ruthless, the old magic spell, I need it to get his powers for my son, Blue. I know it's Forbidden but as long as it's you, I know you can get the spell for me." "True, but getting the spell is not the problem my Queen, the problem is, who you want to use the spell on. Ruthless isn't someone to toy with and I think he is the one the prophecy was referring to as 'The Undefeated King', don't you think so?" "My son, Blue is the one the prophecy was referring to and not that low life, you are talking as you don't know who my son's father is." "Ruthless was born with love."

It was a time when heroes would emerge and legends would be forged. Amidst the throng of expectant faces, Prince Edon, the king's son, stood tall and resolute. Clad in armor that gleamed like the first light of dawn, his gaze brimmed with determination. He had triumphed in the hunt for five consecutive years, and now, he sought to etch his name upon the annals of Nortdoc's history once again. The weight of expectations rested upon his broad shoulders, but he embraced the challenge with a steadfast spirit.

But later in her early days, you will sentence her to death. The king was shocked. He opened his mouth to ask a question. But no sound could be formed. 'Do not keep wondering at what I am saying to you,' the voice continued. 'I know what your question is. But it is not relevant now. For all these things would surely happen in your presence. Concerning your son, apart from being exceedingly handsome, he is going to be the bravest human creature the sun has ever shone upon here on earth.

When I realized my soulmate Darius was still hung up on his former lover Cassia and her child, I started teaching our son to call him "Lord Darius." That night, Theo accidentally stepped into a thorn trap set by forest nymphs. He was poisoned by a minor curse that sent his magic spiraling out of control and plunged him into darkness. But Darius turned and left because Cassia called him on his messaging crystal late at night. I touched my son's forehead as his divine aura dimmed from the pain, and made him say, "Goodbye, Lord." On Theo's birthday, Darius skipped our celebration because Cassia tearfully complained that her child needed a father. I didn't say much. I just had little Theo e

I watch as his eyes soften, Herold and Paloma notice the big man and while my daughter hugs my leg tighter and almost hides herself. Herold bluntly asks, hunter who he is.,To which hunter replies"I'm the Alpha King ",My son gasps and whispers "cool". "My mum is an Alpha and Uncle Lucas is an Alpha too"Herold says. "I know that buddy. Now tell me your name" He bends his knee to be at the same level "Herold Sebastian",I suck in a breath.Fuck he said my surname.Please don't notice.Please please don't say anything. I saw Calvin's eyes flash to mine, I couldn't look at him because I'm afraid for it to be true.

She didn't. That hesitation was enough. Kael saw it. “You know him.” The woman lowered the blade. Kael's voice became quieter. “You know him.” She looked at him. “Yes.” “Who is he?” The woman stared at Selene. Then answered: “Your grandfather.” Silence. Julian's mouth fell open. Victor whispered a curse. Even Caelan looked stunned. The creature began laughing. “Close.” The woman closed her eyes. “He was the first king's son.”

When he sees that none of his words were getting to me, he changed his tactic. “So you are going to kill a defenseless man, I thought you were the all-powerful hybrid, let's make this a fair fight,” he shouted. “Sorry, that offer has ended a long time ago, and for your information, I was never born a bastard. My name is Ivar Owens, first of his kind, heir and the only true-born King of all the Alpha kingdoms” I said, as I stretched forth my fingers and a light went out of them and entered his body.

Whoever had carried me to that hotel room could have been someone in Kael's circle. A cousin. A relative. A younger alpha. Someone whose blood would smell like family to the King. But I couldn't share that. Not before I had proof. "Who is the father?" he asked. "He lives far from here. A different pack." The words came smooth. Five years of practice. "You're raising a pup alone here. As a rogue." "Yes." He studied me for a long moment. Up close, his pine and cedar scent and something warmer underneath that made my blood hum.

"My daughter's biological father was a war hero!" "A war hero?" Miriam blocked our path. "You say he's a hero—who's going to believe that?" She stepped closer, almost right in our faces. "I'd advise you to drop this. Save your energy and start reconsidering your options. Some schools just aren't meant for certain people." Mom's hands were shaking with rage. "What business is it of yours? What we do is our own business!" Miriam let out a scoff and brushed past us. But as her bodyguards followed, one of them deliberately shoved Mom—hard. She tumbled down the wet steps, landing in a heap on the soaked pavement.