Son Of The Hero King の小説・ストーリー

His cloak was wet, whether from the dew or from tears I could not tell. “Semele.” His voice was so hoarse it was hard to hear. “I was wrong.” She leaned against the door frame and looked at him in silence. “I have dealt with Hera. I know now what her nephew did. I took down his rank, smashed the statue, struck his name from the Roll of Heroes. Will you come back?” She looked at him for a long time. Then she said, “And my daughter?” His lips trembled, and no words came.

the king said as he knelt before the elderly man and kissed his hand. “I know why you are here, my king,” he said. The king’s eyes brightened. “My lord, you never cease to amaze me.” The oracle nodded his head. Looking at the blue bird with purple chrome wings in a golden cage, he said, “The one you looking for is your son, Prince Licht of mistress Helga.” The king frowned. He never met his son, but he knew of him. Licht was one of his bastard children. His mother Helga was a remarkable woman, but she had her flaws and that is why she wasn’t by his side.

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."

But her confusion was apparent when the healer mentioned 'lichen. “Yes, we like him. Your son is no ordinary werewolf. His father, King Uther, is very strong and powerful, and your son is being affected by this strength. If he doesn’t have someone to guide him through this phase, he will die. It’s a good thing you found me. What is your name?” the healer explained, addressing my mother. “My name is Jeanette,” my mother replied, wiping the tears from her eyes, a glimmer of hope flickering in them.

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.

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.