Son Of The Hero King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They looked proud and above all, authority and power floated in the air. I walked beside the King, arms touching his. The King looked at me, a brief meeting of the eyes and then his eyes went to his arms and then he stopped. "King Damien." The King of Latoli, greeted with a raise of his glass. I looked around and he was the only young King amongst them all. Damien? I looked up at the King, his eyes on the men that were seated. His name was Damien? I had overhead one of the maid, saying his father had named his Victory and for that reason, he has son every war.

Luxurious. Gritting my fangs at him, I speed towards him, holding him by the neck. "No, don't. If you kill me, my father will wage war on you." Oh, the little prey has got some pride. Exciting. "Your father, the Hunter king, really did raise a weak son. Well, he wouldn't feel your death, would he? After all, he's got more bastard sons." And with that, I snatch his heart out of his chest, not thinking twice.

said the King who was still sitting on his throne. "Your Highness didn't look at him?" asked the maid. "He's fine, isn't he? There's no point in me looking at him. Harnes! Announce the birth of my son with the name Aldho, Aldho Fallmoer." The king ordered his aide who was also the chief magician of the kingdom. "Yes Your Majesty!" .. "Keep Your Highness, keep pushing," shouted someone who sounded quite close to me. "Aaaaahhhh emmmm!"

Suddenly, I hit my shoulder on the corner of the wall making my body jerk, and my phone slipped. My reflexes quickly kick in as my hand dives to catch my phone before it hits the ground. My fingers clutch the phone tightly, afraid it will slip out again. Turning around to look at whomever I crashed into was responsible for my phone's near death, I gave them an icy stare. I found Liam and Aiden on the receiving end of my glare. ***** Aiden Thomas King Son of Alpha King Alaric and Luna Queen Isabella King. He is the future Alpha King.

I just wanted to lunge forward, hug her tightly, and let it all out. But my mate’s strong grip, which was now around my arm, made me stay glued to my spot. Tears gathered in my eyes and started rolling out as she said, “Tell me, why has my son brought you here?” I opened my mouth to snitch the beast and tell her all the horrible things he had done to me but before words could pour out of me, alpha’s grip tightened in warning and he blurted out menacingly, “She is the daughter of the King of the South, Alexander Valdez.”

These were the things that his father taught him. King Hor-Aha was a king and a warrior at the same time, and thus, his enemies called him The Scorpion King. His father’s family was originally not of a royal bloodline. Nevertheless, he was able to get the White Crown because of his good leadership and service to his army and his people. His father later on was considered a royal king because of his great traits and virtues. The people who served under his reign would never forget his nobility toward them. And this was extended to his son, Hor-Aha and his royal family.

King wanted to run, but he stood still. “ mother?” He stared intently at her. "King, are you there?” she asked, gradually opening her eyes. "Yes, are you okay?” He said this as tears welled up in his eyes. "Yes,” she said, standing. Then she gripped his shirt. It dawned on her that her son was a supernatural being. He was a healer. She couldn’t scream. She had tears rolling down her cheeks. Grabbing his hand, she hugged him tightly. Slowly, they walked home in complete silence. King, oblivious to what he had done or who he would be in the future.

He doesn't take his name in front of his mother. He doesn't know why she hates him so much. But no matter. For him. He will always be his hero. Zander King. The Empire king of this world. The most powerful figure in the entire world, the undefeated King.

Even Luna Phoebe's composed features tightened slightly at her son's directness. Alexander's silverware touched his plate with deliberate precision. "The royal wedding represents a significant shift in kingdom politics," he stated, his tone neutral yet somehow weighted with unspoken meaning. "Such transitions naturally attract... attention." “Basically, my Father is saying some packs would hope that stepmother will bear the King a son, and he would be in his right to challenge me for the place of Crown Heir. No need to dance around it, I’ve heard whispers at the Academy regarding whether the King was to remarry; they hoped that she would bear a true heir for the Kingdom.”

My father grabbed the back of my neck and placed his forehead against mine. “I’m so proud of the young man who is standing before me right now. You, Jackson, are my son but so much more than even that. You’re an amazing mate and leader. You’ll make an honorable and resilient King who puts their people first no matter what. Just don’t forget that you have an entire army of friends and family to rely on because you’re not alone.” My father rarely cursed and rarely showed the depth of the emotion that he was showing to me right now.