Space King Mga Nobela at Kwento

🗽🗽Kingdom Of Persia🗽🗽 Persia was one of the Kingdoms in Planet Kepler out of numerous. The Kingdom was known for it strength in time of war and no Tribe or Kingdom dared wage war against them. The fear of the Immortal King was enough to drive enemies into disarray. But there in the Kingdom was the Son of the King, Nicklaus, The one an only Arrogant and Crazy being in the Royal family. He was also immortal like his father which gave him the guts to do whatever he wanted, take whatever he wants and no one question him.

"Well yes he's the highest rank in a pack like mine but there is something that is a higher rank than your uncle." "What would that be?" "That would be the Alpha King. There are three of them in America. America is spilt into three territories. There is the west side, central and then there is us as the east side territory." "Wow, three kings but why so many?" "Well America is a pretty big country. Usually in country has only one well expect Africa. I think there is at least seven but I'm not sure." "Who's the royal family here?" "Well, its King Alexander Heinrich, Queen Aurora, Prince Marcus, Princess Alexandria, Princess Kiara, Princess Dannica, Prince Daniel and Damir that are identical t

He was about to sit on the single-seater sofa when King patted the empty space beside him on the long couch. “Sit here with me.” Kane narrowed his eyes. He had no intention of sitting beside him, but before he could refuse, King added, “I’ll give you a phone tomorrow. Just sit here with me.” That got his attention. He didn’t say he’d give Kane's phone back, just that he’d give him a phone… But whatever. He'll take what he can get. Without another word, Kane sat down beside King—but left some space between them. King smiled, clearly pleased. “What do you want to watch, Kane?”

Her face turned red, her entire body felt weak as her skin tingled everywhere. She immediately ran off and went back to her room. After quite a while of hesitation, she opened her closet and took out a toy that was hidden at the back of one of the drawers… It was calling to her as if it were a demon. *** Spencer was currently sitting on a stool in an unfinished building in California. A woman handed him a document. “King Spencer, this is all the information you wanted.” Coltan was the Left-Wing Lieutenant of the Flying Eagles troops. The three Heavenly Kings worked under the lieutenant, and Spencer was one of them. Hence everyone referred to him as King Spencer.

Is the terrifying King actually concerned that I will bar him from my space entirely? Stelios detects that subtle shift instantly, his inner wolf howling with silent amusement. Why would the most powerful alpha in Sparta Moonhaven subject himself to such a prickly reception when he could simply command submission? To the Supreme King, this feral moonborn heiress is becoming a highly dangerous obsession. I stare up into Leonidas’s chiseled face, letting out a sharp, mocking snort. "What does my pack etiquette have to do with your throne?" I have no desire to mistreat Stelios; he is merely an enforcer obeying orders. My venom is reserved entirely for the male holding the door.

“But I can disable enough tonight so that our friends can step foot on the property at least.” “That’s a start,” I said. “Wait, does that mean I’ve got the job?” Star asked. “I had an agreement with your old man, not you. He was supposed to be king tonight.” “Foiled again, were you, Spencer?” One of the guards asked with a smirk. I bit down on my lip to keep from laughing. It was kind of funny. “Are you kidding? I won tonight. Chris is gone, and I don’t have to do the work of a king.” Spencer grinned.

I turn back to my vial. The King is standing in front of me, shirtless, still damp from a bath. His eyes sweep over me without a word. I freeze. Shit. He comes closer. I murmur, “Personal space.” He steps forward again. He didn’t acknowledge my words. He just held me with a very intense look, and I watched as his dark obsidian eyes turned from granite to an even darker color. Oh, Goddess, I'd recognize that hot, masculine look of appreciation anywhere, and it had nothing to

He nodded, looking at Vidar as he continued to cough. "O what he he was talking?" I looked for Vidar. "Per what he you called in king?" His square jaw made a crunching noise. He hesitated per one time before in to respond. "He me called of a king because I am one.” My eyebrows if came together. Good, that it was news. "One king in what, exactly?” "King of supernatural. AND, in soon you will be queen." I blinked. "I am really sorry." I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “I think I must have misheard. Did you just say you are the king of the supernatural?”

Ethan left the room, but this time he didn’t rush. Later he brought a tray filled with five plates of meals and a glass of orange juice. “Now, eat it. You’ll need a lot of energy.” “Do you cook it yourself?” “Of course not. I have a cook and a maid who helps me here.” I nodded. “You can pay a cook and a maid. Then you must be a rich man.” Ethan shrugged. “Well, I’m a leader. My people call me Alpha King. So, it’s normal, I guess.”

Kieran’s expression darkened. “…Watch your words.” The man smirked slightly. “…Or what?” Silence. Heavy. Because both of them knew— That line was dangerous. But then— The man bowed his head slightly. Just enough. “…Alpha.” A reminder. Of rank. Of position. Of who truly stood above. Kieran turned away. Cold again. Focused. “…Find the spy.” A pause. “…Quietly.” His gaze sharpened. “…And when you do—”