The King Engine Novels & Stories

And somewhere beneath the founding building, across the city, a thirty-year-old engine met the one condition its maker believed impossible. The reading stopped. The attention withdrew, not like a door closing, but like a long-held breath finally released. The black queen went inert in my hands, just wood and weight, just a chess piece, Lydia's channels began to sound one after another with confirmations from the custodians, from the watchers, from the floor of the founding room where the live current had gone dark. The Engine was dead. Elias Cole's last machine, built to prove that power belongs to the solitary, unmade in one evening by the only force he had never modelled.

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

The King chuckled in a sense belittling my brother, which only made me angry as I watched him. “You were the one insisting that we didn’t have much time, why are you making is seem as though we have all the time in the world.” I say with a raised eyebrow, where the King once again looks over at me with a smile and a shake of his head. “I will continue to say, you are every part your mother's daughter. But regardless, as I was saying, due to my reports on the progress you were making I knew the one thing which may hinder you from winning this war would be your energy levels. Which is why I had my team of experienced engineers formulate a plan for you to revive a high dose of energy even in th

SOPHIE COULDN'T believe her ears at what came out of King Ragnar's lips. "This is to be your place," he spoke. "You can come and go as you please." "That's impossible," she said, her eyes reflecting her confusion as she searched his face for the truth, but his eyes betrayed nothing but the crafty thoughts Sophie had yet to uncover. "It is," he confirmed. "Remember? I am King." "But what about my duties?" she asked, taken off guard.

So this is who Theo took after with the temper. "What my Dear?" He nonchalantly stared at her,"This human is nothing special in comparison to a rock. She is useless to this kingdom." "Father!" Theo boomed with rage burning from his suddenly almost pitch black but gold ringed eyes," Enough! I will not allow you to ever insult my mate in my presence. Get out!" "Pardon me?" The man seethed as his chocolate brown orbs turned an almost pitch black colour like his son's, "I will not tolerate such disrespect, Pup. I am your father and former king!" He growled.

She took a deep breath before pushing open the door, her limbs once again shaking. Inside the room was two men, and a woman. She was certain that the man in the middle, a man only a few years older than her, at the head of the table as they all sat around, was the King. He had shaggy black hair, and was lazily lounged out, with his feet in another chair. However, just as she realized that the wonderful scent of a warm fireplace seemed nearly overpowering in here, his eyes snapped up to hers, and she saw the depths of his amber eyes. She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long.

she cried. “Yes, your highness. Marilee and I are alive. But never you mind that right now. We are fine, and I need you to breathe. Our king is doing one of two things, he is either attempting to manifest powers, or he’s wanting to make an early appearance.” Mitzie could hear a lot of voices and shuffling in the background before she heard car doors opening and closing. “We are on our way, your highness. Stay where you are, and I will assess you when we arrive,” Emma assured Mitzie.

- a merman who was on guard, says. - I'll talk to him. - the princess replies, with a mysterious look. She takes Ryan to the king's presence. He was a big man with white hair, who didn't let his age be guessed. He was marching from left to right and when he saw his daughter, he shifted and swam at full speed towards her. Ryan can't help but laugh when the king grabs his daughter by the ear and scolds her. - Melody, how many times have I told you not to intervene with human things? Do you want to put the pod at risk?

He told me about my hunt for this woman, and for so long, it has been lost on me who she could be. “Who is she?” I ask slowly, already feeling like my world is collapsing with just the look on Grey's face. “She’s the King’s mother," he breathes.

and said, "Your excellency, the invit-" Viscount Severo failed to finish his statement as the king uttered, "Burn all those invitations." "As you order, your excellency. But, it's been forever since you visited this area. Are you perhaps observing something, or are you thinking of something?" "Thinking about where my rationality was," the cold king replied. "P-Pardon?" The perplexed Viscount almost dropped his jaw, hearing the composed king utter something nonsensical. Then left after seeing where the king's attention was, none other than watching the queen from a distance.