Supreme King Zarc Novels & Stories

“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.

the General stated coldly. Zara's blood turned entirely to ice. "Julian Cross was a parasite," the King of Spain decreed, looking down at the pregnant Queen. "But you, Zara Valerius, are an absolute, existential threat to the global economy. And no one who holds the master ledger leaves international soil alive."

I was so surprised that I said,"Why would you call the kind a stupid person, I suppose as the king of this great land of Tortuga, he is supposed to be a great, brave and nice person" "Hmm Thomas, the sorcerer said, you don't know about the king because it wasn't written in your book. Everyone that becomes the King if Tortuga will be subjected to something called ZING" "Zing?", I said it has he uttered it with the eagerness to know what it means. He continued," Zing in a process whereby the newly admitted king will be subjected to stay under a water called Zukama water, for five minutes. And as he steps out of the place, he controls everything without anyone's interruption.

His eyes could see nothing but the great shock that occupied his brain, leaving everything in his vision appearing as white and hazy. Zica just stood and watched. She didn't say a word after introducing herself, and she wasn't planning to. She watched silently as Mane's senses returned to him. She nodded her head in approval when the young Supreme's consciousness found its place in him again. Slowly, Mane's eyes became focussed, and his desire to flee was greatly reduced. The young Supreme of the True Universe stared into the eyes of the woman called Zica. The young stared at the old; the man stared at the woman; the present kept its eyes locked onto the past. Finally, Mane opened his mouth

Zane roared at him as he grabbed Richard by his collar. “Zane!” I exclaimed and tried to pull him away from killing the old man. I am sure one punch and the old man would be seeing the stars but before that happens I pulled Zane by his arm anxiously and he turned to look at me with disgust in his ocean blue eyes.

Albert secured a tight rein around the king's limp body, and in a blink of an eye, both of them disappeared. Zarack was left alone on the battlefield, welcoming his death with open arms. He scanned his surrounding. Blood trickling down over his eyes, making his blurry sight becomes even more cloudy. He wiped the blood away. His hands couldn't stop shaking, so he gripped his knuckles tight enough that they turned white.