Soul Of The King Novels & Stories

He twisted his claws slightly, and I bit my lip until I tasted iron to keep from screaming. “You are of no use to this world outside of what I allow you to be,” he continued, his voice dropping to a sinister purr. “You can be the secret power behind my throne, or you can be nothing. And I do not keep 'nothing' in my palace.”The pain in my shoulder was a burning fire, but the fire in my heart was hotter. I looked him dead in the eye, my vision blurring with tears of rage. “You can chain me, you can pierce me, and you can tell the world I am nothing. but you will never have me, Kai. You will have my shadow, you will have my scars, but you will never have my soul. You are a king of dirt.”

, I say before explaining. “We don’t help even if Moraeka sent you.”, the king says. “This is a wast-” “I understand that sir, I really do but this is quite important not only for us but also your people.”, I state. “How?”, he asks. “Simply, my mate is Kevin, who you know is a vampdragon. Now, you also know that he is the next king for his people.”, I state. “She is telling the trust, my king. I can sense she has another soul in her.”, someone says.

The king opened his mouth, his expression between disbelief and despair, but she cut him off. “You can drag Kairos back. You can chain him in golden kelp and place the siren chosen for him at his side. But what you will have-” she leaned closer, her voice slicing like reef-glass—“is a body. Not your son. His soul will remain on land.” Her words echoed. “The debt,” she whispered, “will pass again. Down to the next generation.” The Mer king’s shoulders sagged like the ocean had collapsed onto his back. He sank down slowly, defeated, the trident slipping in his grasp.

“The boy below was meant to be the first vessel. But when the King's soul was forced into him, the vessel couldn't hold the weight. The soul split down the center.” ​The child raised his head, his pale face calm as he leaned against the ancient masonry. “One half stayed with me,” he said simply. ​The King gave a single, reluctant nod. “And the other half escaped.” ​Lyra’s eyes snapped back to Cael. “And it entered him.” ​“No,” the King corrected quietly, wiping a layer of cold dust from his brow. “It followed his bloodline.” ​Cael’s jaw clenched, his knuckles turning white where his hands rested on his knees. “You knew,” he said, staring at the old ruler. “You knew I carried a piece of that

“Some years from now you will be ruling over this kingdom, I have no doubt that you will make a great king.” The rain pouring filled the silence that followed before he spoke, his voice was firm, and I knew he meant every word. “But what if I would rather not be the next king?” He asked, glancing sideways, his towering figure looking down at me with desperate determination. “I don’t want to be a king. I’d rather go somewhere with you and live happily ever after, that’s what being a blue-blooded means, right? Having the freedom and will to do anything and get away with it.”

He walked to the window. Looked out over the city. Lights flickered below. Alive. Unaware. A faint, humorless smile touched his lips. “So…” His voice was low. Almost thoughtful. “The king of the underground.” A pause. His eyes darkened slightly. “My son.” The words came easier this time. Not softer. But accepted. His head tilted slightly. “If he rules…” A breath. “Then I rule.” Not dominance. Not greed. Something else. Recognition. Blood. Legacy.

The darkness inside him began breaking apart. One by one, the people trapped inside the shadows began returning to themselves. The First King screamed. Stop! I kept going. You don't own them. They belong to themselves. The shadows disappeared. Millions of souls were freed. The First King's form began shrinking. No! He attacked me. Cassian blocked him. The First King stared at Cassian. You were always my greatest failure. Cassian raised his sword. And you're the reason I became strong. He struck.

Evren picked up on the word 'treason' as the scent of charred wood pressing against his glands crept through his senses. “Your Majesty, please—my family… my daughter is but a month old_” “Your family?” The king interrupted with a calm ire, “You sold military routes to the southern rogue militants.” His voice was a deep, terrifying calmness that made Evren’s stomach roll. Even though the king hadn’t raised his voice, Evren felt every bit of danger in his words. “I made a mistake,” the noble lamented. “Thousands died for your mistake,” the king muttered.

If the King of Hell did not have any new tricks up his sleeve, it would be impossible for him to escape from Caspian. No matter how Caspian found it, the King of Hell's Divine Soul did not know whether it would be intercepted or not. After it found that Caspian seemed to have nothing to fear, its mind moved and it directly turned into thousands of pieces! Swish! The Divine Soul of the King of Hell, which was originally one of them, was divided into tens of millions of pieces in an instant. They all fled in different directions. The east, south, west, north!

She looked at Albert and Leo and instructed them, "Albert, you will accompany the King to fetch his bride, and Leo, oversee the preparations in the palace." With that, she bid farewell to the King and left for her chamber. After some time, Albert and Leo also took their leave and returned to their quarters. Alexander stood by the window, sipping wine, lost in thought. He remembered his late mother, Queen Sofia Knight, whom he had loved dearly. He had always hoped to marry a woman like her. While Queen Mother Meghan Knight had sacrificed her life for him and assisted him in politics to ascend to the throne, she could never replace his late mother, Queen Sofia Knight.