The King's Novelas e Histórias

He waved his hand and the maid left. "You see Clinton, with patience and strategy we will surely win. It would cause damage alright, but we will come out victorious." He said and left his throne to go see the King of Lukehall. Clinton bowed his head and gently walked behind the King. The king entered his grand parlor. There, the King of Lukehall was seated on one of the finely furnished couch. He was a short man with a potbelly. King Darien sneered a little. A maid was serving him and next to him was a woman. She had long brown locks and green eyes. She wore a red long silk gown that fitted her perfectly. She had a graceful smile on her face. "King Jacob, welcome to Valeria. I'm very honoure

ENZO The second the plane held still the door opened, and a huge man who I knew could only be the king, came inside. “Kyle, Kate. Good to have you home and thank you for cutting your trip short.” “My king, we are happy we could help,” Kyle says. Then the king looks at me and Rose. He comes over and sits down on his knee so he can see her better. “My sweet daughter,” he whispers, and she moves around, turning her head in her sleep, and making my mark visible.

For some reason, he seemed awfully familiar. "As you all know, your Alpha is dead." His voice resounds through the forest. "I am sorry for the loss you have all encountered today, but I'm not here to make it any better." A few people gasped, murmuring among themselves at his words. "My name is Alpha Henry, but most people call me King." He introduce shortly, I frown. He was supposed to be Eloise's mate. He must be devastated. *

And then, in a heartbeat, the king appeared, his form materializing as he teleported in front of Winter. He stood tall, his robes flowing, his presence instantly commanding everyone’s attention. “Enough,” he said firmly, though his tone was filled with cautiousness as he looked at Winter. On the other hand, Winter only looked at him, unimpressed. “My lord,” the king continued, his voice careful, “please forgive my guests for being… unruly. They know not what they do.” What? Why is the king still talking to him courteously? Winter huffed, crossing his small arms, his lower lip jutting out in a pout that didn’t match the power he wielded just now.

“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.

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

His tone sharpened. I swallowed hard, trying to breathe through the nausea. The King wasn’t the original reaper because he made a deal with Death. He wasn't a reaper at all. He was the Keeper. “You captured Death,” I whispered. “That’s why he can’t leave.” “That is why he is mine. His power is mine!” the King corrected, stepping closer again, and I stumbled a step back, my heel bumping into my mother’s body. “The crown before was a joke! It was weak and crumbled so easily!”

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.

"I overheard the other girls talk about it in the hallway, I got the recap of it." "Help a girl out?" She asked. "He has three younger brothers and one sister," I said to her. "The current King's name is Carrick, his wife's name is Mayela." "Yeah, that seems like the important parts." She looked out of the window for a few seconds. "The guy's name is Sebastian right?" I started laughing. "Yeah." I answered. A few tables over I heard the redheaded girl sigh loudly, clearly annoyed by our ignorance. Tessa seemed to notice it too and raised her cup of coffee.

His nerves wreck to the sudden notification. "What the hell?! Why did they not inform me in advance?" He swears as his voice cracks a little due to the shocks. Before going to the area, the King slips the envelope into his pocket. He jumps out to the seat to see the Knights of the Raphbarg Kingdom in the Main Hall, hoping that his hunch is wrong. Sprinting, the King of the Vermin Kingdom makes his way to the Main Hall with his Knight following him behind. His Highness keeps on running and running until his feet halt.