The King Novelas e Histórias

And thus, the echoes of their shattered love resonated through the halls, a haunting reminder of a bond broken and a king forever changed. Henry, donned in regal attire befitting his title as the Alpha King, strode purposefully through the corridors of his magnificent palace. His authoritative steps echoed through the grand halls, commanding attention from all who crossed his path. As he neared the section where his closest friend, Edward, awaited him, a shadow of annoyance darkened his features.

Was there something amiss that he remained oblivious to? In the end, Yifa let out a compassionate sigh, sensing the sorrow etched on the King's face. It was unusual for the King to seek companionship, and this heartfelt gesture touched Yifa deeply. With a tender voice, she gently addressed the King, "Alright, Your Majesty, but on the condition that you promise to take your medicine as prescribed. Deal?" Despite being a grown ruler, the King had moments of childlike reluctance, especially when it came to taking his medicine. He would often grumble about its size and

They watched with bated breaths, eyes wide as the door opened and the King himself stepped out, his cold presence commanding instant silence. He was a figure of striking majesty, his long silver hair flowing down his back like a waterfall of moonlight. His violet eyes, sharp and discerning, scanned the crowd with a gaze that seemed to see all. Dressed in magnificent black robes, he was the embodiment of royal power and authority. The crowd's excitement deflated when they waited but didn't see the human Prince. But then, the King held out his hand towards the carriage, and a small, pale, slender hand took it.

“You’ve been with many women, but this one? You act like she’s something special.” The King’s voice was cold, almost dismissive. “I’m not different, hell this is different. I have never gotten someone pregnant before so you understand what that means? I’m just worried about the baby.” Josh scoffed. “She’s just a weak maid. What’s the big deal? You’re the King, you can have anyone you want, you can have thousands of babies if you want but you acting like a fool because you care about Kayla” The King’s response was sharp, his voice echoing off the walls. “I don’t care about her. She’s just fun, a di

the King says. The King then steps across the borders, and EP surrounds him in a white glow, showing that he, King Andre Valdez, is the one true King of the werewolves, and has no impure intentions. My dad looks at the king, with admiration, and says, “Thank you, Andre I appreciate your kind words. Shall we?”

“I am Keondra, my father served this kingdom for many years.” Fresh murmur evaporated into the air. “Silence!” The elderly man standing next to the king loudly said. The king sat alone, meaning he wasn't married. “Who is your father, child?” The man asked. He must be the king's advisor. Some things indeed hasn't changed. Keondra went on one knee. “Lord Ludwig Lucian.” The man look down at the king who adjusted on his throne. “Do you know who that is?” The King finally spoke.

“And, I’m a king.” My eyes widened at that, my body stilling. A king. My eyes traveled over his body yet again, trailing over his prudent physique, the way his face was still painted, and suddenly, I could see it. But then… would that mean I would become a queen? I cleared my throat, trying to collect myself yet again. “King of what?” I asked, trying to sound like it didn’t affect me, like it didn’t matter to me. “I’m the King of Summer, I command the Kingdom of Summer,” he said, spreading his arms, “I rule over everything you see, and more,” he added, shooting me a wink.

The king didn’t just get people’s attention; he took over the room without saying a word. “King Aldrich,” Kenneth was quick to take Freya’s hand and welcome the monarch at the door. “This is my wife, Freya King. Freya, King Liam Aldrich Velmora.” “Oh, that’s right. His Highness has the same name as Kenneth’s cousin,” Freya noted. “So I’ve heard,” the king said with a smile. “Sorry, I arrived late. I had matters of the state to attend to.” Freya shook the king’s hand, saying, “It’s really an honor to meet you.”

Guard Victor frantically shook his head, "No, your majesty. You're the best king in the world. Every other being in this world needs to serve as your rug," "Is that what you really think?" The king squatted in front of the guard. "Yes, I really think so," he answered quickly. "You know, not everyone is worthy to be my rug. Many in this world including you..." the king lifted the guard's chin with his index finger before continuing his words, "are trash," "Yes, my king," the guard knew better not to argue with this mad king. Whatever he said and did was the right thing. King Kyle straightened his body and levitated, "I haven't ma

Comfortable chairs sat beside a roaring fireplace. The room felt untouched by time. I moved toward my favorite reading corner. Then stopped. A familiar figure sat beside the window. Silas. Of course. The future king was already awake. A stack of documents rested beside him. Several maps covered the table. Political reports. Military briefings. Kingdom business. Yet somehow he still looked calm. Like the weight of an entire nation wasn't sitting on his shoulders. His silver eyes lifted from the papers. The moment he saw me, his expression softened.