Soul King Palace Novels & Stories

After making the decision, the execution was left entirely to the general of trust, General Ming Hao. The gates of the palace opened wide, welcoming the return of the King. The King rode his horse in a hurry, towards the South Pavilion. It was enough to attract the attention of all the inhabitants of the Palace. The king, still fully clothed in armor, rode on a mighty black horse to meet his soul mate. Yes, the news will get around a lot the next day, which will make people hate Aranjo even more. The King jumped down from the horse and ignored the group of soldiers guarding him by running. With wide strides, the King entered into the southern pavilion.

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

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!!

The halls were filled with the sound of laughter and music, the grand ballroom a glittering jewel of light and life that she could only glimpse from a distance. She was a ghost in her own home, a silent observer of a world she could never be a part of. She saw the King from afar sometimes, his tall, imposing figure a stark contrast to the colorful, peacocking nobles. He always looked so remote, so alone, his face a mask of royal indifference. But she could feel the turmoil inside him, the storm of his emotions a constant, low-grade hum through the bond. He was fighting a war, and she was the secret, shameful battlefield.

He cast one slow, intensely possessive look over my face before he pushed the door open, gesturing for me to enter first. I stepped inside, and my tongue went completely dry. It was a sanctuary of shadows. The room was massive, designed with a heavenly, breathtaking aesthetic, yet everything within it was draped in deep, midnight black. The walls were a matte charcoal that seemed to absorb the light. In the center of the room sat an enormous king-sized bed, draped in silk sheets as dark as an oil slick, flanked by matching obsidian nightstands. Through the sheer floor-to-ceiling glass doors, a sprawling private balcony revealed a stunning infinity pool, its deep-set tiles so black that the w

His choice. I forced my chin up. The crown at my temple felt heavier than usual. My heartbeat was a secret I tried to bury beneath the music. At the far end of the hall, upon the high dais, he sat. Kael. The King. Every inch of him looked carved in shadow and gold. He wore no crown tonight, only a simple black tunic trimmed in crimson, the fabric drawn tight across his chest. His gaze found mine before I had even reached the second pillar. He didn’t smile. He didn’t need to.

She said and spun on her heel. I couldn't hold the smile that erupted on my face, "Thank you, Trish." There were mostly women on our staff. His jaw tightened. His cold gaze turned to me. "Please, have a seat. Don't mind. We're protective toward each other," Aerial said. I knew she was holding her tongue. But her frightening look unsettled me. He held out his hand, "Marcus Valentino. You must have heard about me." he asked "Aerial, Yes. The king of construction. Recently... is interested in buying property." She shook her hand.

I murmur, my apprehension creeping into my voice. Sophia lets out an exasperated groan. "There you go again with your boring-ass caution, girl. Live a little, damn." I can't help but feel a pang of doubt, but Sophia's infectious energy begins to sway me. After all, we're in a public place, surrounded by people. What harm could come from a little socializing with royalty? "Fine, but if things get out of hand, I'm leaving," I assert, my tone firm. Sophia flashes me a mischievous smile, her enthusiasm undeterred. Together, we make our way towards where the King and his entourage are seated. The guard lifts the velvet rope, granting us entry, and we're greeted by a group of five strikingly hands

Meanwhile at the Humane Kingdom’s Palace was seated on the throne King Randall glancing at the Divine Humanes before him with two unrecognized beings kneeling, few Royal Guards in blue cape stood around the corners of the throne room. After being told to the king of everything that happened on retrieving Jared as the Divine Humanes encountered the Bounty Collector’s henchwomen and henchmen by Gage along with Dante and who the Revealers truly were by June. He sighed, the king had been through a lot within those days too; He lost the Divine Humane of strength to the hands of an entity outside this world, the kingdom was invaded by the Male Aurorae after all it was predicated to the public as L

I already knew the tone of the voice before it spoke. “Boss,” the man on the other end said, “I tracked down the Canadian King’s profile online. It is the top listing, most detailed. Marco contacted the broker to buy it, but the broker is tied up and asked for time.” My jaw tightened as I paused, thumb brushing the edge of the phone. “How long will it take, and are you sure this is the profile we need?” There was a small clink, like someone setting a mug down. “Yes, Boss. I checked it myself. Full name, property records, criminal files, even human trafficking links. Multiple estates. Aligning with him could be useful. Other listings were weaker. This one is the most detailed, though pricier.