Novel & Cerita The King's General

He took a stop in front of the doors and then raised his hand, signaling the knights carrying the kid to pause. Kael glanced down to check his outfit, realizing it wasn’t as presentable as to please the king. But that didn’t matter now, as he already got his hands on the only thing the king had been wanting the most. He entered the cold throne room and spotted a group of familiar men standing in front of the king; the three Generals of Glacia. The two were from Casterfall and the other came from Hailborne. The king’s face darkened, turning into madness as he saw Kael walking in front of him.

he says. “My brother is the future King, that’s the way its supposed to be,” I tell him flatly. “So you are both heading back to your pack now?” Cat asks. “Yes. When my brother takes over as King, Ryn will take over as the General of the Army and lead warrior.” I tell her and he squeezes my shoulder. Again, Cat gets that weird look on her face. “What is it Cat?”

"I'm talking about the 'you' from the past. You enjoyed going outside, and you adore watching scenery." "I do love sceneries... how did you know that?" Scheriziel asked in return. "It's because I'm your husband." The lady almost fainted in surprise. She hadn't prepared for another crazy thing the king would spout. Before she could argue, the king had opened the window and pointed at the sky. Then he said, "You love watching the movement of the clouds." Scheriziel unconsciously uttered, "Is he a stalker?"

A witty smirk follows the man, as his eyes trail on my body. “Queen Adria. To what pleasure I have your company”, I stride next to him, pointing him to take a seat. “General Marcus, it might not be a secret that King Benjamin has declared a war against his parent kingdom.”, I raise an eyebrow, clutching my hands under my chin. He settles at the back of his chair, raising his wine glass to his lips. “Well, this is the time where you negotiate with the King, and not with the war general”, he says raising a brow at me. I snort at the comeback. General Marcus, is barely 32; one of the youngest and the finest general of war in the east.

he shouted to be heard over the distance that separated him from the King, "it's important." The King stood, and when the clerk approached him, he asked what had happened. "I have drawn up the decree and I would like you to review it. We have not many days left. Also I would like you to check the names of the young ladies I have chosen so far and tell me if they are approved or not. But…" the clerk bit his lower lip. The King took a deep sigh. "Tell me, Glenn. I have work, and you're delaying me." "I'm sorry, Your highness," he apologized and bowed his head. "I didn’t complete the list of young ladies' names you asked for."

They deserve nothing but blood and death. "The King has given an order. W.O.L.F works for the King. We will not be halted," a male voice says, and we look at the blacked out W.O.L.F agent. "I understand. I am just wondering if Atticus will regret this order later. He is extremely upset right now and is giving his first order as our new King," Logan says, and we twitch a little.

“Alika, take care of my handful of a brother.” “As always, your highness. Have a smooth journey back.” And she was gone. Something shifted in the air. My senses urged me not to look up, but I wanted to understand what was happening. Why the silence? As I did, I saw the king’s face, staring at a maid—the one who had spoken to me earlier—who stepped forward to refill his glass of wine. His eyes were a dark red, different from the bluish hue I had seen that day. “I have lost my appetite for this snack, I want a better one.”

I thought that with phoenix back, I could protect the pack without thinking of the decision-making aspect. Darted worriedly. What if I fail to make a good decision in the near future. I might've proven myself worthy of the position, but I could also prove myself unworthy with any slight mistake. Besides, I had never been a ruler before, I had no idea how it was being one. I was practically just following my instincts for now, but the more I sat down to think about it, the more worried I became.

Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King. Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him. "Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard that?

In the end, you decide to hear him out. Letting go of Yvon's arm, you bring your hands up and cross them over your chest while giving Dyan a hard stare. The latter throws his hand towards the direction of the man who bit your neck first and says. "That's Prince Aziel Basileus." Next, he gestures towards the man with dimples. "Lionell Draziw, the greatest wizard in the realm. Yvon, and I'm Dyan. The reason why we brought you here is because we think you're in grave danger."