The King's General Novelas e Histórias

He let out a grunt heavily and said, “You’ve broken the rules of the martial arts cup. Your opponent has already surrendered obviously yet insisted on killing him! You must give a proper justification of yourself!” General King was a consul general, but his presence was not for naught. The dark-skinned man had a well-built physique, but he was awed by General King’s presence as well. There was a tinge of respect in his expression and he took two steps back, hiding behind Black Mamba.

"We were never fond of each other if that's what you are asking. I hated the charade he keeps up and he hates me for being me." Charade? Hmmm. I wiped my clammy hands on my pants. "So, why are you here?" His eyes met mine. "The King sent me." What reason would the king send away his general? Especially in a time like now. He needed his Head Guard more than he needed anyone else. I grew alert at that statement. "Why?"

replied King Raulin. The former general was not having it, he didn't even believe what the king was saying. He just wanted to see clearly what his daughter looked like now. He had to see up close that his daughter was flawless. He used his strength to attack the king until there was a little commotion. The royal guards and knights immediately organized to protect the king from the former general's rage. "Please calm yourself, General. We are future in-laws," said King Raulin. "I don't want to be your in-law. Give me back my son!" said the general.

When day breaks, in the royal pack, the king goes out into the patio, where a large part of the pack awaits him. In simple clothes, the general was between two warriors whose expression was sadder than the general's. - The sentence will be carried out at this time. – the king says, under the gaze of everyone present. From the window of Julius's room, where the queen had spent the night, she watched and asked the goddess to ensure the great general would not be killed.

“I will do it” I walked out of the door and all the witches gasped when they saw Finley in my arms. “I am Elias, the King of the werewolves. You probably know the Dark Queen, the granddaughter of Beatrix. She is my mate and if she’ll have me, we plan on making sure there will be no war between the witches and the wolves. Please, blood has been spilled on both sides. I don’t want to continue to fight you, I just want to take my Queen home and make sure she’ll heal.”

After all, if we could find reason enough, the King could demand the pack to reveal all of their secrets or face the King's army. "Alpha Fin" stated the wolf who lead us to the packhouse. "I present Alpha Cyrus Astor and Beta Dante Clifford of the Golden Moon pack." I looked at each person's face to assess their emotions determined to find their tells. Those on the lower step showed interest in who we were. The Golden Moon pack was the King's pack after all. His royal court and warriors predominantly came from them. Being Alpha and the King's next of kin, I was also next in line for the throne. Our presence didn't seem to phase the Alpha and Luna. Their faces were passive showing no em

Usually they were all on the same page but in this matter of war, they dallied. "I am the King..." "You are still yet to be crowned." Lord Hogan interrupted but with a look from Hayden he bowed his head. "I am the King and you are my advisors. I choose to either listen to your advise or not." He commanded. He could feel his mother and Alyn's eyes on him but he didn't dare look lest his facade slip. "I'm going to assist my friend in this war but I'm not leaving you defenseless. You can sit here in your castles where it's warm and quiver in your boots or you could die fighting as true Imraian men. Whatever you choose I do not care."

Turning around, I saw the king with red-fuming eyes as he slammed his hands on his throne's armrest before standing dominantly before us. It’s already an honor to aid Prince Deacon - the god of war. How dare Glenda try to rank him out? She’s being ridiculously arrogant! She’ll both get us killed with her attitude like that. How could I not see her arrogance before? “Nonsense! How can a mere general like you want to be the main commander when the Prince is in there? And not just any prince but the man who led many battles to success?” King Desmond asked, voice booming the entire hall.

I taunted him back. I was sure he’s got pride. Every warrior has. All this time, we circled each other, ready to attack or to defend, while others kept fighting against each other, including Rugien and the impostor king. The General looked at me for a moment or so before he decided to speak. “It’s Crey.”

However, it was against protocol for a non royal to sit at the beautifully carved table. I looked around the ball room once again before coming to the conclusion that this was in fact a very boring event. What was the celebration in this? There was hardly any noise and everything seemed too planned to be fun. "The king of Alxae kingdom wishes to address the people now." Cal announced after clearing his throat and a hush fell over the ball room. "Now welcoming King Corey Adams descendant of Zion and wielder of water and air elements" The crowd screamed in appraisal jamming their hands together happily and proudly.