The Daily Of The Immortal King Novels & Stories

" Sorry for keeping you waiting the king will be with you shortly ,He had an important meeting to attend , But please feel free to place your order and I will have it delivered to you right away " " Oh no thank you am fine " how can I take anything, When I don't even know if the king will ask for my head and besides this is the first time in my life am coming face to face with the king ,I really don't know my fate ,So I decided to say a short prayer in my heart . " Dear Zeus, I know am a crazy child but please don't let me die for what I know nothing about , At least guard me just this once please "

Ottiline listened to Blade, and felt that the story felt familiar but it was obvious that she has not heard about it before. She tried her best to hold back what she was feeling at that time, "So what happened on the wedding day?" "Rebels. The rebels that i have been fighting against for a long time, suddenly attacked. To save me she sacrificed her life and was killed. I lost my reasoning, So i killed everyone in the palace, and all the rebels. Innocent people were involved in the death. All the wedding guests died at my hand. Williams came to stop me, but according to the heavens, i committed a great sin so i was punished with eternal life.

Felix thought, and perked up. “Your Majesty,” came Parvin’s voice. - Mrs. Telvisina is ready. Mrs. Ilyana is also waiting for your instructions. “That means we can perform,” said the king. He turned his war stallion around and addressed his warriors in a loud voice: “My brothers!” We are standing at the line beyond which an army of ruthless, bloodthirsty enemies awaits us! Our homes, our families and our lives will not be safe as long as evil dwells within the walls of this castle! So draw your swords and raise them to the skies, because it is we who have the honor of putting an end to the creatures who want to destroy all life! In the name of Light! For the glory of Ligiriya!

We stopped at a tall, arched doorway carved with more ancient designs. Inside was a narrow office smelling faintly of parchment and candle wax. Behind the desk sat a man who looked… normal. Brown hair, plain grey coat, reading glasses perched on his nose. Until he looked up. His eyes were pure black, no whites at all, I stifled a sharp breath of air. “Mr. Bardos,” he said to Davorin, his voice low but carrying. “And… your guest.” “Neemah,” I said, forcing my chin up.

I said quietly, but with clear warning in my voice. He just smirked at me like he didn’t care. I stepped even closer, just enough to make it obvious that I wasn’t joking around anymore. “He’s not immortal,” I said. “People like to pretend that he is, like he’s some kind of untouchable god or something. But he’s not!” “And when he’s finally gone,” I added, “I will take everything. The throne, the kingdom… all of it will be mine.” I spread my hands out a little bit.

I should not be dead if he's tasked to kill me. "Let me tell you about the past." He said to me and took a deep breath before speaking again. "Before the vision that you were destined for the King, King Elijah was an immortal who did not feel love. Everything in his eyes was responsibility and what would be good for Wysteria. The officials already wanted the King to marry to have the heir to the throne. So many women were sent to the palace and placed in the seraglio. All of them tried to seduce the king. But they did not succeed. It cannot be denied that the king only used them for physical pleasure but that was not often because the king does not feel satisfied."

As a result, when we got back home, Reive settled himself on the sofa, near the fire, and I started to walk back and forth, biting my nails and blushing under his mocking look. “You are the Undead King, aren’t you?” I gasped, stopping and holding wide my arms. “You’re Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel! The ruler of Aldenor, overthrown seven hundred years ago!” The necromancer grimaced, but didn’t stop smiling, “Little one, let’s not speak about this: ‘overthrown ruler’ and all that blah-blah-blah. Yeah, I’m the Undead King. Yeah, the very one who lived seven hundred years ago”.

Words at the base blinked like a newborn’s eyes: NO CHAINS. NO CROWNS. ONLY CHOICE. Dorian stood at my shoulder, light steady, tired, unafraid. Nyxara woke in my bones the way wolves wake into dusk stretch, yawn, teeth because it feels good. It’s calling you, she murmured, amused. Try not to make it a habit. “I’m going to sit,” I said. “Not take root.” Same warning. The throne brightened, shadows thrown long into the Hall’s ribs. Far below, the mortal sky answered torches flaring in Blackthorn’s yard, cookfires claiming morning, a river changing its mind.

Getting dressed and getting off her last sex partner, she kicked the dust off what was left of each of them and went to take a long shower to get rid of the fluids. He took the communicator from his jumpsuit and contacted the king of the dead. Very interesting, thought a Lich King, king of kings, his race was immune to human diseases, because to begin with, they died a long time ago, but they didn't stay dead, others like him, are eternal, not even when they die, do they stay dead. They are leaders of a sect that promises the end of problems and eternal life, since the Sect itself belongs to a dead man, the dead king who has reigned for thousands of years.

The man smirks and said" I don't know on which day I chose a fool like you to be my student and partner in crime. Do you think I am dumb like you? Xander Si I am telling you you must stop thinking about that. Make sure that everything will happen according to our plan for the King's birthday banquet. Your daughter and I two will have a free and peaceful life after that day. And we can also proceed with our old plan and achieve our goal" Saying this the mysterious man left Prime minister Xander Si's chamber while he thinks about his daughter. Why can't he think about his daughter, all father loves their daughter dearly. Early in the morning, the palace was decorated beautifully like a bride.