The Ever King Epub Novels & Stories

My doubts finally crumbled into dust under the onslaught of emotions his tender touch unlocked within my starved soul. The following sunset saw us join in a sacred ritual before elders of all neighbouring packs. I floated in a blissful daze as ancient words in an unintelligible tongue wove our lives and magic together for all eternity. This time, the wild exultation in the crowds held only joy and hope rather than jealousy or mockery. My mate was not just king - Alex was beloved by all for his strength, compassion, and vision of unity.

The King of Bakarish said with a smile. "The man did nothing wrong. The King of Sethum is too proud. I tried to talk him into making Fruisca, a land of peace. Let everyone live while you take out the source of Tyranny which was the King." "I see you haven't settled your score with Owen." The King said, shaking his head as he watched the Duke of Sethum down his drink in one shot. "Owen is as proud as a peacock. He's not fit to be King. Killing a whole Kingdom just so you could make a name.." The Duke trailed off.

Now I understood. *** “What? Are you serious?” Kaiyahv’s brows were drawn together as her older brother continued to tell her a secret, about the King. “Yes. Why would I lie to you? I witnessed it with my own two eyes! And I heard it clearly from his very own mouth. The King is not our real King. The real King is imprisoned in his Creyer that he always carries around. But you have to keep this as a secret or our lives will be in danger!” “But… does Daenza know about this?”

Recently, King Edward Herman and Queen Mary Herman had announced the fixed marriage of their daughter to the King of Country A. Country A was the richest and most powerful nation, ruled by the formidable and ruthless King Alexander Knight, often referred to as the "God of War" for his undefeated record on the battlefield since the age of 15. Country K, in contrast, is a small and vulnerable nation, situated next to Country A. Due to continuous attacks from their powerful neighbor, the people of Country K had suffered greatly. Their resources and strength were insufficient to defend against the aggressors.

“King of all Kings is the name we refer to King Rainard.” Now we frowned. “King Rainard has been dead for many tides,” spilled out of my lips. “Right,” the merman beamed like a merchild solving a riddle no one could. “But, there is a King of all Kings alive.” “The Prince,” Aquant all but growled. “Yes!” The merman cheered. “Find him and you will find this run-away sea witch. We thought about people who have run-away recently and the only person we can come up with that knows or who can figure out everything is—”

It was very heavy to lift. On it, was scribbled “The King’s Wisdom”. She turned the first page, she noticed the penmanship was clear and artistic. When she turned a few more pages, she realized that book was a collection of different jotters that the king had used at different times. She read an entry after she has turned a few pages: The ways of our people are sacred and if I must be a great king like my father was then I must learn our ways. What good is a ruler with no knowledge of the ways of his people?

It was a portrait of a fierce young man with piercing golden eyes. Killian. Beneath the flawless illustration, a single line of elegant script was written: > *The Last King has awakened.* > The masked woman frowned, leaning closer. "So the prophecy was never actually about defeating the Voidborn?" The man let out a soft, amused chuckle. "No. That was merely the opening act." He gently closed the massive book, a small cloud of dust filling the air. "The true game begins now." Suddenly, one of the floating books nearby violently burst into flames. The fire didn't burn orange or red; it was a deep, consuming pitch-black. A disembodied voice echoed from within the dark fire—ancient, freezing col

"And Aris—or Daphne—don't wait for the next summit to show your hand. The world is much more fun when you have the right partner to explore with." I watched him walk away, the night air finally feeling clear. The thieves were in cells, the crown was back on the rightful head, and for the first time in three years, the road ahead wasn't a steep decline with broken brakes. It was wide open.

Below her, through the grate, she saw the King. Valerius wasn't a wolf. He was sitting in a high-backed chair, wearing a specialized headset that shielded his brain from the frequency. He looked at the massive computer bank in front of him, a glass of wine in his hand. “The Great Reset,” the King whispered to himself. “If I can't rule a kingdom of men, I will rule a kingdom of beasts.” Faith didn't wait. She kicked the grate open and dropped into the room. The King spun around, his eyes wide. “You! How are you here?”

Both were origin of their races. Suddenly Elvious A.K.A Erthou, appeared constantly infront of the three kings who's body are not moving but indeed in stilled manner. "Hmmm... your mind telling you, to scurry away but your body knew the truth. Its futile. You see, gentlemen. I once one a good king. The most respected at that- but things changes. Things that I, an immortal king cannot stop." Elvious said softly. "Its time!" Elvious said, then suddenly the three kings fell to the ground lifelessly or not! What just happened? No one could tell. What did Elvious do? No one saw it. Even thd three king themselves.