The King: Eternal Monarch Ending Novels & Stories

Dad. "I want to go home." I weakly pushed over the tears and my clogged throat and vocal cords, my voice and tone now resembling that of a child." Take me home." I sniffled. "I cannot, your Majesty. The king would have my head and I would be charged for treason, besides you're his mate. King Theodore needs you here by his side. You're our queen and luna, so I deeply apologise, but I cannot." She apologised, a hint of hurt lacing her voice as she painfully said those words. Unknowningly twisting the painfully lodged dagger in my heart, increasing the already unbearable pain in my chest, making me clutch at it to try and sooth the pain as the tears increasingly flowed down my cheeks, leaving w

Aria didn’t answer. The image continued moving. The King and Queen stood together. Power flowing between them. Creating. Building. Conquering. Then— The vision shattered. The couple turned against each other. Fire consumed kingdoms. Blood stained battlefields. Entire cities burned. Millions died. The darkness vanished. The chamber fell silent again. Malrik’s expression darkened. “The war ended everything.” His voice had become quieter. More personal. “The King disappeared.” He paused. “The Queen vanished.” Another pause.

Without hesitation, the king began to chant in response, his voice having a deep and commanding timbre. Alex saw his moment of advantage as the king was still trying to regain his stance and intensified his incantation, pouring his heart and soul into it. In one final surge of the exchange, Alex' incantation reached its zenith. Overwhelmed and defeated, the king fell to his knees, his power waning. Immediately after the king fell, the gathering dispersed in commotion. Alex stood tall, his chest heaving with exertion, but a triumphant smile graced his lips.

He was trying to use his sorcery but was restrained by the magic of the chains, long forged. "The last peach blossom is you, my king. The last son, the last alpha. If you fall, autumn will be the ruin of your kingdom," he revealed. I held my breath. "Who came to see me?" he teased, smiling. "It does not matter, Majesty. Just an old friend who still cares about me." And with that, I understood. I was the last peach blossom. The last king. Enemies were attacking because they knew that, after me, there would be no other.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

As we got dressed we began down the stairs and into the limo heading down the road toward the council of old men. "Good evening your Majesty," Announced Elder Allen Hawke as he bowed his head ushering the King toward the table. "Yes, good evening your Majesty, and soon-to-be Majesty Euphemia," Elder Lloyd Swartz bowed his head as he held out his hand for me to take. "So, you told Gamma Keegan that you had information about my mate?" The King asked with enthusiasm laced in every word.

"But you will not be here to see how this plays out, King, former Black Devil. Your soul will be in stasis and, if our conditions are not met, you forfeit your existence. Purl, seal his fate with your condition." Purl reached out and took both of King's paws in his much smaller ones. "We, Purls of the Infinite Beginnings, set the condition that whether you succeed or fail in your quest for Love, you will never set your tail on the throne of the Underworld again. You must relinquish it in order to chase your desires." "It is done." King sort of heard the words but couldn't tell where they came from. Then everything was gone. King ceased to exist anywhere but in the threads of Tarsi's dreamcat

"It is perilous for Melina to embark on such a treacherous journey in her delicate state, Your Majesty. And I believe you know that. The strain on her body, coupled with the emotional distress she must be experiencing, may have dire consequences for both her and the unborn child. If anything happens to her, you still have your choice. The other breeder is still waiting for you." A wave of guilt crashed over the king, amplifying the depths of his sorrow. He could not bear to entertain the Elders' words any longer and turned away from them, his voice heavy with unspoken anguish. "Do not follow me," he commanded, leaving their pleas hanging in the air, unanswered. As King Alexandros retreated,

King Manor said, with conviction. “Do you hear yourself? You're talking about killing your granddaughter, she is the next in line to rule our planet.” “You know that would never happen, we would never appoint a woman or a half breed as the ruler. Once I consume the ash of the Pure Phoenix there will never be another ruler. I will rule for eternity, and….” King Manor was saying, right before Soko knocked him out with a blow to the back of the head. Now he needed to find the mermaid and get the hell out of here and find his daughter.

"What! You want me to admit defeat? After they have claimed many of our lands? Never! Are you that dumb?" "Your majesty, it's the most sensible thing to do, We will therefore avoid more men being killed and loss of land." "Deaths? Isn't that what they signed up for? I will get back what was stolen from me eventually. This meeting is over." He ordered. With a bow, Advisor Benford left and so did the others in the room. The only people who remained was the King and his assistant who was on his right. "Call a truce? What a fool he is. I should have thrown him into the dungeon for what he said."