Soul Of The King Novels & Stories

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

A prophecy that foretold the gruesome conspiracy to end the life of the greatest king of the earth. All I want from you is a little aid, a little enlightenment, a little fortitude, and caliber to complete my work. Hope you will provide me countenance and tutelage to undertake the long tedious journey of the past. Yours Sincerely Saheli

"We don't but we need human emotions to function. Unlike us, my King gets his energy from Hell. Punishing the corrupted soul is what keeps him alive." I gaped, "So he didn't leave my side at all?" "Not even for a second Miss Talia" ***

I can't argue that it would be a bad thing if she were dead, since she clearly liked to cause trouble. "So you have traitors inside you own territory?" "We have since investigated everyone within the premises and those conspiring against me have since been slaughtered," he tells me simply. Instead of sounding guilty or regretful for what he is done. My stomach churns uncomfortably, the thought of Kailor's men viciously killing people due to their affiliation with Vaia making me want to be sick at the King's feet. None of them deserve a fate that...Final. "Tai really is nothing like you," I growl lowly, no longer frightened of what Kailor is capable of doing to m.

Lothaire with powerful strides approached her and lifted her gently. Willow looked at him and sucked her breath. This man... this man is a king. A real king. How can she ever doubt him to be anything else? If he was handsome before, now he is stunning. Otherworldly. Regal. His aura is so radiant, it almost blinded her eyes. It's as if a part of his soul has been missing and he is now whole once again. Willow feared if she touched him, she might blemish him somehow. His stature is strong, his shoulders broad, broader than before as if they are adjusting to accommodate his soul. His chest wide, he looked healthy. Not like the dying vampire she always has to save.

"when you get back, we will organise a competition." "I don't want she-wolves competing over me," I said, the whole idea left me feeling dirty. I hated the idea of being forced to take a random stranger as a mate over my goddess chosen mate. The goddess made mates perfect for us in every way, so why should I settle. The King saw it differently. Since learning his mate couldn't have children he'd grown hard and resentful. Why the King of all people should have an infertile mate was a secret the goddess held onto tightly.

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

The Lord looked into the dark eyes with unimaginable tenderness and longing. - You haven't forgiven. Why? - he whispered in despair. William, whose soul was filled with the essence of the Black Moon Goddess, remained silent. The young man moved aside the hand that held the hilt of the Night Raven. A swing of the black sword - and the king's head rolled along the bloody floor. The headless body collapsed, dousing the brunette in scarlet splashes and leaving streaks of blood on his skin. William's face showed indifference. He looked at the corpse of the tyrant who had poisoned their lives for so many years. The villain whom they did not dare to hope for, but dreamed of defeating, and made an a

If this was my punishment for my wrongdoings in my previous life, then I would willingly accept it unquestionably, but I promised not to let them win, Philip and Veronica would never get the satisfaction of hearing of my death in this cold wilderness. I groaned again as I felt something weird, as if my insides were being twisted. I spat blood, and soon I belatedly realized it as I grew weaker. My wolf, phoenix, was slowly disconnecting from me. "No," I said frantically. Not now when I was in the middle of nowhere. I was already completely weak and helpless, this would only gradually kill me. I finally pulled myself up, and tried to balance my feet. I felt weaker than before as my gaze darted

"The King took the birth... he used the energy..." "He didn't take a baby, you fool!" Morga roared, her composure finally breaking. "The Mooncrest lineage doesn't carry flesh; it carries the Soul-Seed of the next era! The King didn't steal a life; he unknowingly planted the catalyst for the True Reset inside the World-Tree when he struck you!"