The Foxglove King Novels & Stories

When she did the King was up as well getting his breakfast. She had quickly got hers and went back upstairs. Putting clothes on and drinking her breakfast she had went back downstairs. Zephyr had disappeared from sight so she had then decided to go outside and enjoy the night. So here she was listening to the tree frogs singing. It was so relaxing that her mind was going blank. She was so into the relaxation that the King had came out and was standing behind her.

The process we had to undertake to get through the border-left little doubt in my mind that they were acutely aware of the lands immediately surrounding their pack. That was why we were here after all. After three years of near isolation, the king had run out of patience and demanded an inspection of the pack or risk starting a war. The pack had to agree, there wasn't a pack that could rival the King's forces. He was King for a reason. To werewolves, power spoke and the king had no rival even though he was getting up there in years. Stories of his ruthlessness, in uniting the werewolves, were still told in every pack, even taught in pack schools. After holding on to his title for so lon

His voice echoed in the hall loudly. (Kabul ke Maharana, Sultan Rafiq Sulaiman. Jesa ki humne aapse kaha tha ki Mahabaleshgarh ke Kal ko bachane ke badle hum aapki kuch bhi Hasrat poori kar paaye to badi khushi hogi. Kripya kuch maang ke Hume bojh tale halka kare) I looked at the tall, strongly built King wearing plain black Kurta with a black loincloth. His turban was fixed on his head proudly all in black.

However, it was against protocol for a non royal to sit at the beautifully carved table. I looked around the ball room once again before coming to the conclusion that this was in fact a very boring event. What was the celebration in this? There was hardly any noise and everything seemed too planned to be fun. "The king of Alxae kingdom wishes to address the people now." Cal announced after clearing his throat and a hush fell over the ball room. "Now welcoming King Corey Adams descendant of Zion and wielder of water and air elements" The crowd screamed in appraisal jamming their hands together happily and proudly.

Instead I busied myself cleaning my worktable, trying to ignore the way my heart was beating faster just from hearing his voice. "What do you need?" I asked. "I brought something for you." He held up a canvas pouch. "I found foxglove growing near the northern ridge this morning." I looked up sharply. "Foxglove?" "It looked healthy and ready." I hurried outside before I could think better of it. He handed me the pouch carefully, our fingers brushing for a brief moment. I opened it. It contained fresh foxglove that had been perfectly harvested. Not a single crushed blossom or damaged stem.

The black fox lying in the corner suddenly raised his head and stared straight at me. His gaze was sinister, violent, and full of nauseating greed. I sneered and looked away. "Good! Good! Good!" The Fox King finally came back to himself and said "good" three times. "Sienna, you have excellent judgment. Julian, come greet your future wife." Julian Frost, who had been standing beside the Fox King like an ice sculpture, finally moved. He walked slowly to me and looked down at me. His eyes were cold, without a trace of warmth, as though he were looking at a lifeless object.

Evelyn said with a serious expression. “And why is that?” I folded my arms, suddenly feeling offended. “Because if you did. You'd be dead, Princess.” Hugo responded and my folded arms slowly loosened and dropped on my lap. “What are you talking about?” “The King’s wolf is rumored to be the Rogue King.” That made me gasp, I covered my mouth with my palm and horror filled my eyes. “He is the Rogue King?” I asked and Hugo quickly shook his head.

She didn’t think there was anyone who could see a wolf with such golden fur and stature and not be surprised. He set a near leisurely “Daphne.” “Yes, Arthur?” “… If I become king, wouldn’t I have to manage Brown Valley as well?” Daphne swallowed, “Why do you ask?” “There’s a map in… the late king’s study of the werewolf kingdom.” Arthur sighed, “The Royal family unified all the territory out to the Brown Valley…”

It only came back when Roe threatened to turn into her true form or rip his head, whenever they had an argument. The Fox King did not waste a moment in naming his special grandchild. They called him Akata, meaning fox. Though that was not exactly what he was. It was half of his self. The rest quarters being wolf and mer-male. The Fox king even went over board announcing him as his True Heir. This announcement did meet with a lot of silent resentment if not loud. Some said it was belittling the princes present. And some said it showed the king's favorite.

These were the orchestrations of Marcel and the rest of House Fox. I narrowed my eyes and shook my head in confusion. “The King is awake?” I questioned. “That’s impossible. Did you see him walking among them?” “I can’t confirm because the ones I had spoken with had never seen the King in person,” Seb explained. “All know that he is there but none have seen his face since he arrived at the House of Fox.” “And when will this engagement party happen?” Sylvia spoke up in a serious, composed voice. Her eyes held a spark that I couldn’t quite identify, and I wondered what was going on in her mind.