The Eternal King Novels & Stories

The bravado he usually wore was gone. "You remember the stories the priests tell?" I asked, pulling out a yellowed piece of parchment. "The one about the King being the chosen one? The one who keeps the sun rising?" Finn rolled his eyes. "Of course. 'The Eternal Flame.' It’s the first thing they teach you in the academy. It’s why the soldiers follow him. They think if he dies, the world goes dark. It’s a lie, Esme. We both know that. He’s just a man."

“This throne belongs to the demon king and only the next demon king should sit on it.” “I am the demon king!” he announced. “A demon king without the eternal fire? Huh, some demon king indeed,” the woman mocked. “It’s only a matter of time and my fire would naturally come to me,” Kaiden bragged. “And when that day comes, I hope you will still be as brazen as you are now.” “Let me tell you how the eternal fire works. It naturally takes over the next successor, it doesn’t need to be forced like you are doing now. Trust me young demon when I say that if you continue in this path, you are leading your soul to eternal damnation.”

"Okay, I am all ears." "The king never approved of Feyre taking the throne. She is just an interim leader, he can take the throne at any time. He also doesn't know that Ava is alive. Now, this is the most important part, in order to stay on the king's good side, the queen has to do everything he wants to please him. The king is the one requesting for the Eternal Chaos. No one knows why he is requesting for it." Evena looked at Reni with an amazed look."How did you get all of this information in such a short time?" he asked him.

But that was impossible. "get out" Feyre told him. "I can't tell you exactly what is going on my queen, the king swore me to secrecy" Reni told her, trying to look harmless. "So you won't tell me anything?" Feyre asked. "I can give you little hints" Reni compromised. "Okay, that's fair. Let's hear your little hints" she told him. "The king is using the eternal chaos to keep something alive." "Something, is it a vampire?" Feyre asked.

Needless to say, I am rather quite busy in these days, unlike on Earth where I can just delegates the works to my employees, In Aeternum a public appearance of a ruler is a must, because of the image that I have always portrayed from the starts. Aeternum, although it was sort of a modernized nation in these Medieval Era, the people that were in it, are still considered medieval, for them, an appearance of me, who is they hailed as the king, will naturally brought them a honour and also will boost their morale, and such things is rather crucial to them. And also, it was a performance and duty that is something that person of my stature have to do, though normally the royalty of the others co

I screamed, squirted, and begged for more until my voice gave out. “Yes! Breed me forever! Fill your eternal vessel!” I whimpered, my mind fracturing under the intensity. By the time they finally finished the first session, I was a trembling, cum-drenched mess hanging in the chains, my belly swollen, my holes gaping and overflowing with their immortal seed. The Vampire King stroked my cheek almost tenderly. “This is only the beginning,” he whispered. “Every night for eternity, you will be claimed by us. You will carry our children across centuries. You will never age. You will never escape.”

The darkness around him flickered, fractured, and the shadow wolves fell to their knees, their red eyes going dark. Lysander twisted the blade. “This is for my mother,” he said. “For Kaelen. For every wolf you have consumed. For every life you have stolen.” The king’s red eyes widened. His body began to crumble—not into dust, but into shadow, the same shadow that had poured from Theron’s chest. It leaked from his wounds, his mouth, his eyes, dissolving into the air. “You cannot kill me,” the king gasped. “I am eternal. I am the darkness. I am the first hunger.”

Though it’s a smaller gathering than one might expect for such an event, the air is thick with significance and anticipation. Ethan and Arnold stand at the center of the hall. Their expressions are serious yet hopeful. Elder Rowan steps forward and begins to speak to everyone present. "Today, we are here to announce that the coronation of Ethan and Arnold as the True Kings of this kingdom will be in two weeks' time," Elder Rowan begins. His voice booms as it resonates through the hall. "In these two, we see the embodiment of courage, wisdom, and unity. They have proven themselves as Kings of the former Northern and Eastern Kingdoms, and now, they will rule the entire kingdom as the True king

Morgana and I stood out with her dark hair and my dark skin, but I think I like it, we weren’t one of them anyway. The king had pure white hair, and his eyes were a light green. He was a little taller than I was and was seated upon his throne emotionlessly. It was rumoured that he had been king for over one thousand and eight hundred years. How did he do it? Did they never tire of life? Was immortality a gift or a curse? ‘A gift! Imagine being immortal and fucking mate every day forever.’ Thanatos said. My chest squeezed at that, the reminder that she won’t live forever…

The crowd agreed and cheer on that. “Enough!” Elliott thundered, and his voice sent fear through the heart of those standing around. He stepped forward and his eyes glowed red, signifying his new rank as alpha king, which came with the crown. “I am the firstborn son of Robb Ainsworth and rightful heir to the throne. The world has denied my birthright since the day of my conception, but not anymore. I stand for justice and justice has prevailed.” He said, and they all stared at him silently. “I am your king and I will rule as I dim fit and anyone who challenges my legitimacy will be put to the sword.”