Novelas y relatos de The Last King Series

"I was wondering when you'd come." Wren stopped in the doorway. Kirill was beside him, his grey eyes scanning the room. "You knew I would." "I knew you'd find your father. I knew he'd tell you the truth. I knew you'd come for me." Theron's lips curved. "I've been preparing for this moment for sixteen years." Wren's pulse quickened. "You've been preparing to be captured?" "I've been preparing to meet you." Theron met his gaze. "The last Royal Omega. The one who survived. The one who fought back."

His eyes moved to the child. “And there is the Third Heir.” The child stepped closer to Aria. The Last King smiled. “You have all made the same mistake.” Aria asked, “What mistake?” “You believe the prophecy was created to give you freedom.” He shook his head. “It was created to prepare you for me.” The sky darkened. A black line appeared across the horizon. Aria's heart began racing. “What do you want?” The Last King answered, “Nothing.” Kael frowned. “Then why are you here?”

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.

"How'd you manage it, anyway? Spread your legs for him already?" My wolf snarled, but I pushed her down. "I did nothing. He chose me." "Lucky you," the third girl muttered. She was blonde and slight, with nervous hands. "Hope it was worth it. Last girl who got that close to the King ended up dead." I froze. "What?" "Ignore her," the red-head said quickly. "She doesn't know what she's talking about." "I know exactly what I'm talking about, Clara. The King's last "

Spoke William. Gesturing towards the last portrait, William spoke. "This is King William Henry, the man I am named after. He was the last living King in this manner." "He looks so young compared to the other portraits." Spoke a student. Quickly gazing at the other portraits, I couldn't help but agree. The past King's all seemed old compared to this one. The last portrait looked strikingly like William, and now I could understand why he was named after this king. "Yes, I'm glad you picked this up." Said William. "King William passed away young. Compared to his predecessors, his reign was short-lived."

Pearl Gem After years of sorrow and teeth-gnashing, the gates of Castle Royal opened once again for me as the car drove slowly into the long driveway. The last time I was here, we hadn’t made it this far. Back then, Kade King was only a prince. Now, he is King. A man everyone bows to.

Book #1: The Alpha King Ugly Bride Book #2: His Forbidden Mate Book #3: The Alpha King Runaway Bride Book #4: The Alpha King's Last Wish. Please read in this order This is the last book of the series. Thank you for staying around for it. Attention!! For distinction purposes, the slave army will be referred to as slaths in this book. Thank you for staying around this long. Happy reading. Three months ago "Fada!" Lyon called, running down the stairs to where King Xavier stood beside his carriage, which had just brought him home. Queen Mia followed behind the little boy with a smile, holding the baby boy in her hand.

Our bodies came to a stop, our knees almost touching as we struggled to strike one another first. “My first is the last one you see when you die,” he said and I smirked. “No, my first is the only one you will recognize as King of Mercia,” I took my second knife from my waist, and struck his stomach. He gasped, holding my shoulder with blood rushing out of his mouth. “You told me,” his voice came out like a whisper. “I told you,” I said to him, and he gasped. “You are the true King,” he said, and fell to the ground. I looked at him as he took his last breath, and closed his eyes.

He was trying to use his sorcery but was restrained by the magic of the chains, long forged. "The last peach blossom is you, my king. The last son, the last alpha. If you fall, autumn will be the ruin of your kingdom," he revealed. I held my breath. "Who came to see me?" he teased, smiling. "It does not matter, Majesty. Just an old friend who still cares about me." And with that, I understood. I was the last peach blossom. The last king. Enemies were attacking because they knew that, after me, there would be no other.

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.