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The crowd tore from the middle and went on their kneels as the owner of the voice walked gently from the back, to the center where Idemba and the other warriors stood. He was a huge fellow, with eyes that reflects the sun, in a head that was small and unique. The color of his body was like that of a rich humus. His hair was brown, contrasting the mustache which was a mirror of his skin. Gold earrings, bracelet and neckless lined his body. He was a beautiful man. “Are…are,” Idemba stammered, “Are you their King?” The look that the King gave him was enough to send death on its heel.

He was fortunate right now. "Your wife is already yours. I am unable to join you, "Grunting, I "She doesn't care," I snarled back at him, maintaining his stare while I continued, "But I care. Besides, I have someone waiting for me back home. He could not be pleased to find that you want me," I could obviously see the effect of this further blow to his ego in his eyes. He was enraged, but he didn't let it show on me. Instead, he calmly stated to me, "I am the Drakkon King. I can obtain anything I desire, even you, and nothing will stop me from gaining you."

Panic cut through the haze of heat. Arthur stumbled backward, his right hand flying instantly to the hilt of the ceremonial sword at his hip. His fingers fumbled against the leather grip. "Stay back," he rasped, his voice raw. He tried to draw the blade, but his wrist was weak, the steel catching in the scabbard with an uncoordinated, metallic screech. "I am your King, Malakor. Step back."

Although Ten Thousand Armies was a modern mercenary organization, there was extreme martial arts style in its internal structure. It was said that this was because Porter’s mentor, whom he was greatly indebted to, was also a person who was adept in martial arts in the underground world. That was the reason why Porter also had a strong martial arts complex within him. The Four War Kings in Ten Thousand Armies also came about following the example of the four guardians in a martial arts novel. The Four War Kings also gave themselves fancy names with a strong martial arts flavor, namely the Green-Eyed Wolf King, the White-Clothed Tiger King, the Black-Faced Panther King, and the Golden-Furred L

In the end, you decide to hear him out. Letting go of Yvon's arm, you bring your hands up and cross them over your chest while giving Dyan a hard stare. The latter throws his hand towards the direction of the man who bit your neck first and says. "That's Prince Aziel Basileus." Next, he gestures towards the man with dimples. "Lionell Draziw, the greatest wizard in the realm. Yvon, and I'm Dyan. The reason why we brought you here is because we think you're in grave danger."

Actually, she didn't think she could even see a sword fastened to Yaakov's side. "I'm not a warrior." Yaakov answered her with a low chuckle. "I know how to fight and am quite good at it, but I wouldn't be able to do anything against the King." He seemed convinced by his words. "He was born to be King, you see. No one matches his strength." It was at this moment that Melech disarmed Onan, the Adom King making his general fall to the ground before pointing his double-headed axe at Onan's throat. "Not bad." He grinned a smug smirk. "Maybe one day you'll manage to wound me."

Yes, I am getting married to this ruthless and cunning but truly, devilishly handsome Prince of Magadha, the most powerful kingdom in the country. My brother, right away practically sold me to this prince. And he not even bothered to see who he was marrying, agreed. I have heard a lot about him. He is known all over the place for his devilish behavior. People call him the most merciless prince. He is known for killing his enemy with zero mercy. But still, I don't know my husband's name. INTERESTING!!! 3 months ago, he attacked our kingdom,/* and my brother, he like a coward hiding in the palace. I demanded to be allowed to fight and let me protect my kingdom, but they stopped me saying "You,

"I'll find a way." "Big talk for a guy in zip-ties," Andreas retorted. He walked back toward Nikos, his shadow stretching long and dark across the marble. The King reached out, his gloved hand catching Nikos under the chin. He tilted Nikos’s head back, forcing him to meet a gaze that was as vast and unforgiving as a winter sea.

But as he violently pounded my pussy from behind, my mind was no longer on the man behind me. I had a new target now. The Lycan King. King Lyall was far more powerful than Kane. The very first time I laid eyes on him in the courtyard, I had been utterly conquered by the raw masculine power radiating from him. The King's cock had to be enormous, and there was no doubt he could fuck for hours. If I ever ended up in his bed, I'd probably lose my mind from the pleasure. But the physical pleasure wasn't even the most crucial part. More importantly, he was Ren’s mate. Anyone Ren liked, I would steal away!