Tales Of The Night King Novels & Stories

She lay in a heap, the collar still tight around her neck. The screen went dark for a moment, then his face reappeared, calm, composed once more. “Excellent. The private feed is saved. For my personal collection. Your public debut is tomorrow night. The theme is ‘Daddy’s Spoiled Princess’. We will begin marketing it in four hours. Sleep well, Luna. You’ve earned it.” The connection severed. The screen went black.

The dark king turned around, calmly counting the guards before letting out an amused chuckle. “There’s one missing,” Ragnar said, his tone dripping with dark amusement. Immediately, the wall of men cleared a path. I knew he was there before I even saw him. The air suddenly turned cold. It was a familiar, painful cold that I had spent five years trying to forget—the kind that didn’t just chill the room, but reached deep inside my chest and made it hard to breathe. Then he stepped through the crowd. Dave Nightclaw. Alpha King of the South. He stopped dead in his tracks the moment he saw me.

(Flashback) Three years ago In the kingdom of Grellis, there were three realms- The Great Palace, the noble's region, and the commoner's district. Keane was a famous knight among nobles. Aside from his lineage, he has an outstanding talent and looks. He's the adoration of many noblewomen

It happened so fast, I didn’t even see the movement. “Trash!” The King stood up from his throne, and the true scale of his height finally became clear. Stories about the Nightclaw King were spoken in whispers around campfires—terrible, blood-soaked rumors that kept pups awake at night. They said he was a monster who killed without blinking. Looking at him now, I knew the rumors hadn’t lied. He had just taken a life, yet a dark, effortless smile played on his lips as if he had done nothing more than swat a fly.

Tales is now holding a dagger while pointing it on his neck. "You lose."

"The King summons the entire royal family to the throne room. Immediately." Liliana and I locked eyes. Her crazed expression intensified. "It must be about the coronation!" In the throne room, the Night King sat on his obsidian throne, his face darker than a storm cloud. Damien stood beside him, pale and drawn, a thick bandage wrapped around his wrist. Queen Victoria and several High Elders were present. The air was thick with tension. "Damien," the King's voice was a low rumble of thunder. "The undead tide on the border was supposed to be crushed within a month. Why is it still raging?"

JD could see Devance, in his white suit, standing by the window, getting ready to leave the country. With a sad, heavy heart, he walked back towards his own small house, disheartened and sullen. He poured some whiskey in a glass and stared at it as if it would give some answers, some revelation. The events of the case continued to play on in his head. He went to bed, but sleep eluded him. He tossed and turned all night. The first rays of the morning sun were coming through the slightly parted curtain in his room, when it suddenly hit him.

Not anywhere. Outside the healer hall, wolves had already begun gathering in fearful crowds. Whispers spread rapidly through the territory now. About Nightfall. About corrupted wolves. About the ancient bloodlines returning. And about the girl at the center of it all. Althea Elyrion. Most had never seen her. But stories spread faster than truth ever could. “She destroyed Nightfall.” “They say the mountain opened.” “The dead bloodlines are returning.” “The First King has awakened.” Nobody knew what was true anymore.

Paolo and Serena are both standing at the centerstage, as they waited for the Stage Director to give them further instructions. "Let's do Chapter 18...The Death of Hope." the Director announced. Paolo and Serena did their own mental training. In this scene, the prince decided to sacrifice his life to prevent the death of his beloved, who carries a curse. Paolo will play as the prince, while Serena will play as Amaia, a commoner who carries a curse, and the lover of the prince. "Take my lead." Paolo whispered at Serena, who nodded in return. They both sat on the floor. Paolo hugged Serena tightly...

I hatched my plan, and nothing was going to make it fail. "I was told your favorite color is black, my Lord," I said, walking seductively toward him. "Of course it is, and oh my, what did you call me?" he asked, opening his arms wide for me. "My Lord?" I said, walking into a warm embrace with him. "Say it again," he grunted in my ear, and damn, he reeked of alcohol. "My Lord," I said more smoothly this time, then suddenly he pushed me away.