Survival Story Of A Sword King Characters Novels & Stories

The world seemed to slow down as Méah raised her sword to strike the king from behind. As though a miracle happened, Keir was able to stand up, grabbed a sword near him, and sprinted towards them to stop Méah. She didn't saw him coming because she was facing to the opposite direction. However, no matter how fast he ran, he didn't make it. He was halfway through there and Méah had the sword struck unto the king's back. King Astius' head dropped on the ground. His hands stopped reaching the sword, loosened, lifeless...and free.

The swordsmen weren’t left out of the fight as they slashed and ran through every being with an extremely hairy physique all around the premises of the coven and then into the inner forests. The archers continued launching their silver arrows into the air. Everyone was doing the needful to make sure we win this fight and get them off Alessia’s back. I as their king acted as the overall leader in the bloody exchange of scars and deaths. “Take your injured and go. I can still let you walk out of here with your lives and I intend to, if you just surrender and live!” I said to the hearing of their spokesman.

He drops clutching his face for a while, I'm ready to pounce when the King walked past me and tapped my shoulder {{ leave him to me dear Jewel, he needs to die by these two hands for his crimes }} I look around and the others have almost finished off the others. The king takes one of his swords and drops it infront of his brother, {{ get up you coward and fight me fair and square for once! }} the King is as calm as ever but Bruke not so much, he grabbed the sword and flung it in anger, the King simply dodged or surpressed his blow with his own sword, the others begin to gather and look on as the two brothers face off against each other, the clancking of swords are heard as everyone watches i

The swordsmen weren’t left out of the fight as they slashed and ran through every being with an extremely hairy physique all around the premises of the coven and then into the inner forests. The archers continued launching their silver arrows into the air. Everyone was doing the needful to make sure we win this fight and get them off Alessia’s back. I as their king acted as the overall leader in the bloody exchange of scars and deaths. “Take your injured and go. I can still let you walk out of here with your lives and I intend to, if you just surrender and live!” I said to the hearing of their spokesman.

He said and smiled when his eyes met hers again and she paused her lips as if she had been wanting to say something. "Today we took it back!" "Yes, Yes." "We took it back." "They couldn't stand a chance against our King. He slit the throat of the Tyrant and killed the people that tormented us. He killed our killers and he'll live a happy life. Long live the King!" The first man yelled, and the others soon joined him. "Long live the King." "And then he stopped with his hand gestures and he sighed. "From this day forward, I King take Princess La Reine as my Slave." TBC

"Get out. Both of you!." "Yes, your highness.!" They chorused as they rushed out of my room. I sighed and pushed my hair backwards, what does father want this time?. He just ruined my moment!. Am prince Chad Alword. The only son and heir of the great king Alword, ruler of Sinae Kingdom. Am tall, have black hair, vale colored eyes, pink lips, pointed nose and perfectly handsome. I puff out deep breathe immediately I entered into his mighty chamber. I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him.

The sword, held aloft with unwavering determination, cast a macabre shadow across the regal backdrop of the throne room. With a swift and brutal motion, Maximus forced King Gaius to kneel, his neck exposed and vulnerable. Callista's desperate cries for clemency became a distant murmur as Maximus, driven by a force that seemed to emanate from realms beyond mortal comprehension, raised his sword for the final, irrevocable strike. The blade, guided by the hand of a man whose life had been sculpted by hardship and betrayal, descended with unyielding force. The metallic resonance of steel meeting flesh echoed through the room, signaling the irreversible end of a monarch's reign.

She was Meghan Knight, Alexander Knight's Aunt. She was the sole sibling of Alexander Knight's father, Harry Knight. On Crown Prince Alexander Knight's sixteenth birthday, a grand banquet was held in the palace. Members of the royal family, noble families, and high-ranking officers were all invited. The banquet was splendid and joyous, but little did they know that it would end with the deaths of all the members of the royal family. Alexander was saved by his aunt Meghan Knight. Currently, Meghan Knight and Alexander Knight were the only surviving royals of Country A. Alexander loved and respected his aunt as his mother, so he had appointed her as the Queen Mother of Country A.

He's beyond furious and close to losing his temper. "I saw the flag, they're from the Kingdom of Weacomor!" the knight announced. Everyone started panicking when King Felix drew his sword and pointed it straight to King Aldeon. The Grilux's king, on the other hand, made his way into the crowd to come face-to-face with the treacherous King of Weacomor. "How dare you plot a treason behind my back, you bastard!" King Aldeon screeched in wrath. Before Aldeon could even draw his sword, some of the men in the hall took off their cloaks, revealing their armor hiding behind their pretentious extravagant clothing. They surrounded Aldeon with their sword pointed at his throat, making him withdraw his

Molly tells me putting her hand in mine. Logan and King appear. Logan runs to the sink to vomit. "Oh my god. Log..." Katie says rushing to his side. "They're​ both dead." King states. "Let's wait in the front until the Sheriff arrives." He dragged Logan. "Ogi." I was feeling light headed. I feel him near "Ogi." "I'm here. It was not any of us. We're all okay." He holds me, sitting me on a near by booth. Too hot . 06