Supreme King Zarc の小説・ストーリー

Xiao watches Harriet closely and waits until the door latch clicks, and we hear the thump of her gait retreating down the hall before whispering, “Your Majesty… your servant is a werewolf.” “I know.” I wave my hand to indicate it’s not a big deal. “The former King had a thing about thralls. I mean, no offense.” “I’m not offended. I’m concerned,” she says, then stops herself. “It’s not my place.” “You’re my bodyguard. It’s your place if you think there’s danger,” I tell her. Her brown eyes dart across the high ceiling as she considers her answer. Finally, she comes out with the diplomat, “If the former king didn’t trust his thralls, there’s probably a reason.”

Kind Vladimir said. "Thank you for giving me the opportunity to tend to the Queen Kings." The doctor said bowing her head towards the Kings before making her way out. "Beta" King Vladimir called the beta while still looking at their mate. "Yes King" The beta was quick enough to respond to them. "Inform everyone that the Kings had finally find their mate. The Queen of supernaturals is finally here." King Zachariah said with a hint of love yet obsession in their tone. "Yes Kings" The beta said to the Kings.

Nevertheless, reality had been placed right before her, and she had no choice but to believe in it. She knew that the demon before her had caused everything that had happened! Lucas felt rather pleased. They had finally increased in rank after such a long time. Lucas looked at the Female Zombie King. At that moment, the Female Zombie King had not snapped out of it. Her fair face was wearing a shocked expression. "Let me introduce you to them." "Biggy, Ancestor Ranked Zombie, the Godly Boxer.” “Scarlet, Ancestor Ranked Zombie, Polar Ice.”

What is going to happen to me now? “What the fuck do you mean!? Someone better get me some fucking answers otherwise I’m going to start executing people randomly! Starting in two minutes!” Zachary yelled loudly. “No, I don’t want to see my damn mistress right now! No! My son’s life takes more precedence over that! Tell her if she has a problem to shut the fuck up and leave. I can get a better mistress any damn time I want. I’m the damn King of Zargo!!” I want to put this seal back on right now.

Those who were mana-sensitive are known as adepts and had access to near-unlimited psionic abilities. Territories all over Hyperion are constantly being fought over in search of origins, ancient artifacts from a far superior race billions of years old; technology that harnessed primordial forces of the universe in ways that were beyond current understanding. Even dormant, origins were incredibly powerful and dangerous, the only ones who could activate and fully control origins were the individuals known as Regis.

“This is your signature. This is the same Sovereign Suppression you used to mind-break my vanguard six years ago!” King Alaric rose slowly from his seat, his massive, armored frame casting a shadow that seemed to swallow the ambient torchlight of the entire hall. The Alpha King did not draw a weapon. He merely looked down at Jaxon's rapidly calcifying corpse with an expression of profound, imperial disappointment.

“Zacarius Thybaut, I haven’t trained you in vain over the years. Your strategies are truly beyond my comprehension.” Zacarius Thybaut was the name of the current King of Sol. In normal circumstances, others addressed him as the King. Few people used his name when addressing him. The King sat on the sofa, a premium cigarette in his hand. Since James had called and threatened him that day, and after he had given up on killing martial artists all over the world, he knew this day would come. It had occurred to him that as long as Mr. Lee did not die, he would undoubtedly return to chastise him.

He gritted his teeth, sweat streaming down his face, but he held his ground, determined to see it through. The glowing vortex began to encase Alaric's motionless body, suspended within the center of the circle as if cradled by the energy itself. Zavian's weeks of preparation had led to this pivotal moment. He had placed the king's body in a state of sleep, severing his conscious tether to this realm and preparing his soul for its journey across dimensions. Yet, even as his vision blurred from exhaustion, Zavian's focus remained unbroken.

King looked at it with suspicion seeing that there was no address on it. “Open it.” Zaar paused. Why do I have to be the one to open it? What if it really explodes? As a vampire, he would instantly turn to ashes! He let a single claw out and slowly unsealed the package. He had barely finished when blasting sounds filled the office. Startled, he cried out jumping onto King's body. After the sounds died down, King shot him a cold look, “Let go.” Zaar was one of King's most trusted men, who has been with King through thick and thin, that was why he's not dead yet for touching him.

the Supreme shouted in a choked voice, his heart filled with fear for his sons. Present Time… A bloody battle erupted between the white and black vampires in the Kingdom of Sarsul, ruled by the black vampire Supreme Atcandis and his wife, Queen Zenya. The couple had two young sons, Prince Asmal and Prince Zumir. Vampires flew in every direction. Blood and flesh littered the surroundings. With the Supreme severely wounded, it was left to his two sons to fight the white vampires. Zumir was injured, while the eldest, Asmal, was barely clinging to life. They had no chance to go back for their mother, for after she was slain, her body vanished into the air like ashes.