Soul Of The King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

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.

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

Noah recorded each order with precision. I walked to the window overlooking the city. Somewhere in those streets, Dorn was holding children who had no voice. I intended to give them one. “We need to solve all these matters in a week. The Canadian King's profile and Dorn are the targets we need to hit in a week, because both are connected to smuggling and I am sure they are the only two filth who have the treasure in their grip.” The word “treasure” left my lips, heavy and deliberate, carrying a weight no one in the room could perceive. My chest tightened, a coil of anger, protectiveness, and the raw sting of loss.

"The King is a Soul Seizer and you, are his mate." Zezi nodded, waiting for more, there just had to be more. "And?" "Your Majesty, the King had to make a really big sacrifice to kill his father." Everything somehow felt a little quieter to Zezi, and all her focus zeroed in on Lord Rosil as she approached her. "Only self-sacrifice could kill him and he made that. He sacrificed his soul." Lord Rosil's brows furrowed. "You didn't know of this?" Jabbed with the words, Zezi attacked, "How did you know of this?"

He was sick, twisted, and too damn handsome. I kept struggling to buy time. King Lou knew I wouldn't stay dead. Instead, he'd kill me, and a damned soul would take up residence, bringing me back good as new. I hated souls of the damned, and unlike souls from heaven, the damned felt foggy in my head. Years of torture, and past lives of being murderers, thieves, and degenerate slime, gave them the power sometimes to cloud my judgment. All that hate is a powerful thing.

"You think you can just take my soul? You think you can just abduct me from my life, from my home, because of some ancient feud with my pathetic father? You think you own me?" She lunged forward, not physically, but with the force of her words, desperate to wound him, to break through his cold facade. "You are a monster! A psychotic, power-hungry monster! I don't know who you think you are, calling yourself 'The King,' but you can't just steal people and demand their souls! This isn't some medieval kingdom! This is—"

His tone sharpened. I swallowed hard, trying to breathe through the nausea. The King wasn’t the original reaper because he made a deal with Death. He wasn't a reaper at all. He was the Keeper. “You captured Death,” I whispered. “That’s why he can’t leave.” “That is why he is mine. His power is mine!” the King corrected, stepping closer again, and I stumbled a step back, my heel bumping into my mother’s body. “The crown before was a joke! It was weak and crumbled so easily!”

The king can't even say anything at all while he kept on eyeing his woman still crying the scarlet fluids. Harisha was frozen on her spot upon seeing for herself the diagnoses before turning to the king. "Wh-what is happening?" he stuttered while combing his hair. "Your highness, this body is without a soul." she exclaimed in horror while the king had regard her in the same reaction. "What do you mean by that?! I just left her briefly! She was with me!" he snarled. "Her soul had been taken on her dreams and if she wont return on time, her body will deteriorate. It's even starting now. We must preserve her body to delay that from happening."