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Varkor's roar split the sky. "You dare defy me?" Dark fire gathered around his enormous jaws. The earth cracked beneath his claws. Nyros stepped beside me. "He'll destroy everyone." I looked at the Blade of Kings. Then at the frightened warriors standing behind us. "No." "He'll have to come through me." The Blade pulsed. A familiar voice echoed in my mind. Not the Heart. Not Nyros. King Orion. "A king does not fight because he seeks glory." "He fights because someone must stand when others cannot."

However, before he had the chance to explode, Prince Aldric tactically added, "However, I pray thee, my father, my king, do not mind my appearance because these are the blood of your enemies, the Orcs, that threaten our kingdom and of which I have destroyed. Do not let your anger be kindled against me and look upon me with favor." At this point, the King had no choice but to let go of his anger because his hands were tied. The boy was more sly than he thought and he couldn't punish him, not while he did a great favor to the kingdom - of which he was reminded, vividly. King Oberon opened his clenched fist and flexed his fingers, sitting tall on his intricately carved golden throne with his he

My heart swelled with emotions of pride and joy knowing that I had a father-in-law like Kendrick who would jump through hoops for me and even make a friend do the same. "Thank you once more, Alpha Scott. I will see you soon. Please give the phone back to Cletus." After a few seconds, Cletus, who was now in possession of the phone, called out, "Your Majesty?" "Yes, Cletus. You are to inform everyone that Alpha Frederick, the witch, and even Alpha Lancelot have all fallen by the hand of the Lycan king. Everyone who wants their lives to be spared is hereby asked to surrender."

I managed to defend Vlad from two orcs who were wisely attacking in a combo motion. Vlad was right; they are a little smarter than I give them credit for. One orc tried to smash Vlad with his stone-like weapon from the left while the other tried to punch Vlad from the right with his woodlike hatchet. I swiftly chomped the leg of the latter orc and instantly threw him away back outside the dome since the orc from the left was still having his sweet time lifting his heavy stone-like weapon. After I threw the first orc, I pounced on the second one and bit his heart out. It timingly landed in front of Vlad, and that must have given him an idea. He desperately instructed me to bring more orcs' he

he managed to gasp, his voice weak and barely audible. O'Horan's heart raced with adrenaline as he reached the king's side. Fearing that time was running out, he kneeled down, his hands steady but trembling with anxiety. "Stay with me, my king. I will do whatever it takes to save you, I am so sorry for being so careless, I should have been more watchful," he vowed, his voice filled with determination. The king gritted his teeth, fighting against the venom coursing through his veins. His hands trembled as he summoned his magical powers, attempting to heal himself. But it was clear that this was no ordinary snake; its venom was too potent for his own abilities to counteract.

No one had ever pushed me this far. No one had ever refused to cower. And the worst part was the small, irritating voice in the back of my mind that whispered she might not be entirely wrong. But I crushed that voice instantly. I was Theoreon, Lycan King of the North. I did not bend. I did not apologize. And I certainly did not let a marked prisoner dictate the fate of my decisions or my pack. Yet as I stormed away, the green in my eyes refused to fade, and the beast inside roared louder than ever, unsettled, restless… and far too aware of the woman I had just left standing there.

"Alaric, get up. Please get up. PLEASE..." "No..." I sniffled. "No, you promised. You promised you would protect me. You promised..." I refused to believe that he was gone as the bond went silent. "ALARIC!" I screamed with everything I had, my voice breaking. "NO! COME BACK! PLEASE COME BACK!" "He's gone," Viktor said coldly. "The Lycan King is dead. Long live the new era." "I'll kill you," I sobbed, still fighting even as the sedative dragged me down. "I'll kill all of you. I'll rip you apart..."

And in that moment, I made a choice that shattered both our worlds. "I don't have time for all this. I'm the Alpha King, and I can't afford to have an Omega as the queen. I, Marcus Danielson, Alpha King, reject you as my mate," I declared, my voice colder than I intended. The pain in her eyes, the single tear that fell, tore at my heart. I turned to walk away, the weight of my duty heavy upon me. But as I took those steps, guilt gnawed at my conscience. I couldn't leave her completely defenseless, vulnerable to the harsh realities of our world.

Sir Hugo steps into the arena. ‘First to fight is Ornak and Grim,’ he announces. Two orcs, around nine and ten years old, appear and face each other. They pound their chest with their fists as Sir Hugo counts down from three. The orcs spread their feet apart and grip each other’s arms firmly. They use all their strength to try and pin each other down. Ornak releases his grip from Grim’s arms and sweeps his foot around, making Grim fall back. Grim immediately jumps back up and lunges towards Ornak. They roll a few times until Ornak successfully keeps Grim down. Sir Hugo holds Ornak’s arm up high, ‘Ornak wins the round,’ he declares.

When they reached in front of the King, they bowed their heads as a sign of respect. “Orion, any news?” the King asked. Orion cleared his throat and spoke with a hint of anxiousness in his voice. “Your Majesty, as Lady Alice said three days ago, a batch of 50 thousands of armies of the undead are marching towards every land and now they have already passed our border. They outnumbered us, and I don’t think we can defeat them. Only half of our population could fight those monsters because some warriors got heavily injured. It will take time to heal their deep wounds. I’m afraid it will be the end of us all.” Orion reported with a serious expression. The King of the Western Land, Tyrone, fell