Supreme King Zarc Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was as if there was a river behind her eyes that kept flowing without stopping. She wiped her tears and took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. Dabria looked back at the letter to continue reading Zeus' words for her. "Zaric's host fell in love with someone else. While Zaric was crazy about his mate. His mate, his host, no one actually ever cared about Zaric's feelings. His host was an ancient Alpha King. And he married not just his mate but also the love of his life. And Zaric never liked it whenever he had to share his mate with another man. Because that other man was also married to his host and his mate. And after everything, he lost his kingdom and his people. Zaric couldn't ev

Panic cut through the haze of heat. Arthur stumbled backward, his right hand flying instantly to the hilt of the ceremonial sword at his hip. His fingers fumbled against the leather grip. "Stay back," he rasped, his voice raw. He tried to draw the blade, but his wrist was weak, the steel catching in the scabbard with an uncoordinated, metallic screech. "I am your King, Malakor. Step back."

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible.

"Boss, he defied his superior. What should we do with him?" Boss. The word hit like thunder. Zachary's face drained of all color. His heart nearly stopped. Who was Howard? A four-star general. One of the Four War Kings-the Eastern War King. And he called her Boss. Which meant- She was- "Exile him to the northwest frontier," Scarlett said, looking down at him. "He is never to return." Zachary scrambled upright and dropped to his knees. He slammed his forehead against the ground over and over.

She was basking in the hushed whispers of the crowd. “Is that really Aris?” “The legendary hermit has finally surfaced.” “This is it, Anna,” Gabriel whispered, his eyes gleaming with a hunger for redemption. “After today, Daphne Franklin will be nothing but a footnote in our success story. We don't need her money when we have this code.” Anna smirked, adjusting her headset. “She’s probably crying in the VIP section right now, watching us take the throne she couldn't buy.” The announcer’s voice boomed through the arena. “And now, representing the National Selection, we have the return of the prodigy, Aris, presenting the high-octane gaming server Arena-Bound.”

"Until the current King withdraws his orders on you and your family, you're nothing but a puppet. The day you lay a finger on my men, I'll show you what real hell looks like." I slammed and turned to the guards standing. "Except it's the King's orders, don't let a soul leave here with the Princess." They all bowed but Lucien smirked. "You don't even know your real King anymore Salvador, is that why it hurts so much? Sebastian is a controlling robot in the hands of our dear sister and you, a pompous useless thing like you will fall a victim. I promise you that with all of my entire existence!". He slammed and walked away with Benjamin as I bit my lips hard.

Lucifer spoke, and in a flash, everyone and everything is gone, except for the kings. “Welcome to Hell, Zaria Morningstar.” The kings simultaneously said. They are situated all over the room, but their chairs have moved on their own and placed around the table. Lucifer took the seat in the middle of them, Lilith sitting beside him. He motioned me to sit on his left side, Seth beside me. “We are here as per your request to personally meet my granddaughter.” Lucifer said with a strong emphasis on the word granddaughter. “We appreciate you answering our request. The kings are definitely eager to meet your heir.” One of the kings answered, with a pause before the word heir. He is taunting Lucife

As he was forced to his knees, baring his neck to me, I have him my own mark. As the pack link sprang into place, and realized everyone I had come into contact with was still in a state of submission. Retracting my command over them, I sent out a link for everyone to avoid the entire floor of the Kings chambers, and only to deliver meals. I felt the shock, confusion, and anger, but no defiance, as I struggled to pull away from Eli.

"We have men surrounding the perimeter in which it was last..." The room erupted in utter silence. No one dared to mutter one single word to the king. He could hear their spiked heartbeats and how much they reeked of fear. He wiped the blood from his sword onto the corpse slumped in front of him. He managed to keep a calm composure. But he could feel his inner beast clawing at him to be released. The beast wanted to protect his beloved king. It urged to demote destruction on anyone who ever thought of betraying him.