The King In Yellow นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

A dangerous person that must not become King again. “My intentions as a king when I first wore the crown was good but, my intentions changed when I gave my crown to him just to follow the stupid prophecy. I’m good with having you as a wife, you’re cute and I would love to hear your screams every night, see you drenched in your own pools of blood. It would be great, wouldn’t it?” His psychotic smile never left his face.

he breathed out leisurely while gazing at Evalene. "Your majesty," intruded another voice that sounded angry. It was Yellow. "It is a matter of life and death." Remembering whom he was addressing, he quickly apologized and fell silent. The king's failure to react fast angered him to his last nerve, he matched out angrily, slamming the door on his way out. Yellow's reaction surprised the rest but it did not annoy them either. They were on the verge of doing so themselves. As their eyes followed him out, they turned to see the scene unfold before them.

They were different than that of Dean's but equally terrifying. My lips parted, eyes widening at their demeanour. They were three of them. They all had yellow eyes and blue pale skin. One of them inched closed, a creepy smile on his face, dark and angry, "Who are you?" I trembled, wrapping my arms around myself, "Uhh...I'm with the King" I thought it was better to play it safe. Lukas owned Hell so maybe they'll let me pass through or better help me back to the mansion.

expresses the King with an amused voice as his eyes sparkle while listening to the young lady's high-pitched voice, which caused Corine to scratch her nape. "I must say, out of all the ladies so far. She is the most elegant." King Hedery adds. The next two carriages in green color, which has the flag of a snake, are from the Vermin Kingdom. Minister Kingsley does the same to the next lady, and she reciprocates it as the other ladies did.

This time, he wasn't looking at the ladies or smiling with them, he was staring at him. The old man's words were now like a background sound to the king, it was like he was speaking far from him. He ignored everything around and kept watching the young guard who pressed his lips tight and blinked several times as he tried not to break their eye contact. The court ladies touched his chest and his arms, but it didn't affect Alec. His eyes couldn't stop looking at Kenneth. He was hypnotized by his intense stare, magnetised by the mysterious scar around his eye. He was known as the Mad King, the man who kills to satisfy his thirst. But now, stood a man foreign to his eyes, a king with elegancy a

Her princess needed their information now. Upon entering, the two young women were met by the sullen king and his only daughter, who was at his feet pleading. The king of their great lands, King Romanov, appeared tired and defeated. The skin under his eyes seemed to hang a darker color, and his beard seemed to turn silver in some places. He had three permanent black lines on his forehead and his eyebrows seemed glued into a furrowed position.

CINZIA POV I swallowed hard, eyes widening along with my mouth. I felt like a fish out of water, but I didn't care. The hybrid king wasn't what I expected. He was visible, but I could barely see his face—it was wrapped in a large yellowish cloth. Only his anthracite eyes and straight Grecian nose were visible, along with his rich golden skin. I couldn't understand why his face was covered, and I recalled my earlier speculation. Maybe he was hideous, or perhaps those he had harassed left permanent scars. I tried to imagine scars running across his face, but all I saw was an overly attractive man despite the scars.

One of them even stepped dangerously closer to the King, his sword gripped tightly, and the blade raised higher and higher. The King was startled, yet terrified, compelled to watch the sword inch closer. Suddenly, the men halted upon hearing cries of agony coming from outside—someone was interfering with their mission to end the life of the King. They quickly dispersed, leaving behind a single man in the chamber with the King. "You worthless rebel! You shall pay for your attempt on my life!!" screamed the King, his voice trembling, "because I am, I AM THE KING OF ALMARIO!" Determined to leave a lasting impression even in his last moments, he wanted the world to remember that he was the one t

Dressed in a yellow shirt, baggy crazy jeans, was a average height, fair skinned man with short golden dyed dreadlocks on his head, and his beard braided into one short braid, with a brown wooden bead at the tip. He looked funny, Zezi could almost found herself busting out in laughter, but she forced the bubbling laugher to die in her throat. In fair truth, he was easy on the eyes, just different. The King and the stranger were both talking and although the other person was loud and crackling at every second, the King offered a couple of smiles here and there, like they were old friends. Buddies. Who was this man? Could she use him? The King's gaze moved up to her immediately, and her steps