Taken By The Dark Elf King Novels & Stories

“The rebels broke through the western walls. The Dark God’s influence is everywhere — half the soldiers aren’t even human anymore.” Elara’s heart lurched. “Kael—” “He’s the center of it,” Liora said grimly. “He’s holding it back, but not for long. The darkness is feeding on him.” Another boom shook the palace. Screams echoed up from below. Elara didn’t hesitate. “Then I’m going to him.” Liora grabbed her wrist. “You can’t just—” “I have to,” Elara snapped. “If he falls, the whole kingdom burns.”

the man said loudly and just as he wanted to hear, the others cheered. Amethyst watched as her kin left the stage one by one after the highest bidders won the bid of buying them. Well, that was also after the humans fought among them which was so ugly to watch. "Finally, to our last one with beautiful long golden hair," said the man to the audience and pointed at Amethyst who looked at him with scrutinizing eyes. "This one has golden eyes and most of you know golden-eyed elves are our King's most prized possession because of their magnificent eyes colour that was believed to hold magical powers. But, my dear valued customers, please don't dig out her beautiful eyes if any of you managed to b

“Waiting… for what? To tear me apart? To kill me? Or… or to make me his?” Bella tilted her head, her expression grave. “All three. And none. That’s how the King operates. He doesn’t negotiate. He doesn’t ask. He takes. And yet…” Her voice softened, almost wistful. “…he protects. And that is something you have to understand.”

I raised my eyebrows at him and within seconds, the weak crying Laura was replaced with the one who wasn't scared of a fight, even if it's against certain dark lord "I need a specific price, so I can know how much I'm going to pay back," I replied, my voice shaky and knowing fully well that I have no means of paying him back, I was supposed to pay Antonio back but where did that lead me, in the clutches of a man who people call the dark lord. "The point is…. isn't what I bought you with but the fact that you'll be mine till I say otherwise."

The guards barely glanced at me. I slipped inside, finding the Lycan King at his desk. He looked up, his golden eyes piercing through me. "Your Majesty." I dropped into a deep bow, my whole body shaking. "I... I need to tell you something about your son." He set down his quill, studying me with an unreadable expression. "Speak." "King Alex is our only choice," Freya whispered, squeezing my hand. "He needs to know what his son did to you."

she reasoned. He snorted angrily. "She deserves what awaits here out there," he muttered coldly with visible disdain in his eyes. I shudder in both shock and fright. I had never expected him to be this heartless and cold. I had always viewed him as a gentle, kind and thoughtful man. "Take her further to the edge of the forest and prepare the potion," he ordered solemnly and servants, who heard his commanding tone, shivered before rushing to carry out his order. The guards pulled me roughly. The sharp edges of the rocks cut through my skin as they dragged me even on the floor whenever I fell weakling, unable to bear the weight of my body with my wobbling legs.

Matteo turned his face away at once. Gale’s men had been ordered to transfer Elder Alfred from the hospital to the manor. On the way, they were attacked into a man who looked exactly like the Lycan King who was supposedly dead, and defended themselves and to their shock, they managed to overpower him, stabbing him in the stomach and then zapping him causing him to faint. Looking at the body, they didn't know whether to believe he was the King or not, because on normal circumstances if he was the Lycan King, they will all be dead by now, after contemplating for a while they decided to carry him along to the Manor and here they are..

She followed my graceful exit into the darkened woods, senses straining. A rustle was her only warning before six feral figures burst from the trees with guttural howls. Bandits indeed, but these were no ordinary thugs - these beasts reeked of dark magic. Everly crouched defensively beside me, claws unsheathed. These monsters are meant to do more than rob us. The first leaped at me with unnatural speed, but I fluidly dodged its raking talons. Everly lunged to sink fangs into its flank, recoiling at the wrongness coursing through its corrupted flesh. Black magic flowed through its veins like poison instead of blood.

The king did not speak. He looked at Doran Blackwood for what felt to the watching pack-folk in the courtyard like a long time and was in fact perhaps three breaths. He did not need to speak. The look was enough. The look told Doran Blackwood several things. The look told Doran that the king of Velmoria knew exactly what the dark thing in the centre of his chest was. The look told Doran that the king of Velmoria knew where the dark thing had come from and what it had been doing for the past four years and where the bruises on the rejected Luna's body had come from. The look told Doran that the king of Velmoria had been planning to drag him to the capital in chains an hour ago, and was no lon

The dress she wore made a flappy sound along with footsteps. “Yes. I wanted to ask father why he is mistaking prince Alaric to Ivar the dark lord” I said, with gritted teeth. I was controlling my self from yelling at them. They were my parents and I kept the respect. “Who said you were getting married to Prince Alaric?” The king shouted. He managed to stand from his seat and walked to where I was "it's Ivar. The wedding date has been set. Go to your room Rania and start preparing for tomorrow.”