The Last King Series Novels & Stories

"Go in search of the confessor. I want her found by all means. "No matter what, make sure she doesn't die. I want her alive". He paused and took in q deep breath. "I have so many plans in store for her". Silence. "Yes, My King" the guards bowed and left. * * Her name is Isabelle. And she's the last confessor - the last of her kind. Of course, they were more than that. But, not until her village was ambushed few days ago by the King's guards, and every one of her kind died. All the confessors were killed.

he said. his eyes returned to were Elizabeth was,she was seated at this side very close to him, he geture toward the guard and whispered something to him. the guard immediately walk up to Elizabeth whispering to Elizabeth. she got up immediately and her chair was shifted backward "The king doesn't like the smell of vanilla please bare with him" his right hand man said to Elizabeth as she was pushed to the far hand of the seat. immediately Maria father who stood behind him said so. the king glared at him with an eye that said who sent you to apologise, but he decided to say nothing . he nodded to the servant in waiting, immediately chattering could be heard as the all made their self busy on

King Philip, the king of Gordon groaned as he stared at Danika so lustfully, Danika shrank closer to Lucien. "I was about to say the same thing. She looks so beautiful..." King Moreh, the king of Ijipt grunted beside him. Both kings are in their late forties, and just staring at Danika, they started spotting an erection which they didn't even try to hide. Danika bit back a whimper at the sight, glaring openly at both kings, unable to stop the stare. One of the Kings stood up, the third king was named King George. "Privileged people of England! We have gathered here today for the Introduction of the slave of the King Of Salem!"

The east kingdom was where that certain despicable man resided before she killed him. “Pray tell, who was the king in that east kingdom?” Alminah dared to ask even halting lord Sten from relaying more about such order from the prince. The two lords answered otherwise. “King Gadianton, son of Nahum, previous prisoner from the far land.” Almost immediately, Alminah's eyes turned into crimson red but no one noticed it since she readily traced her way back to the palace in fast pace. Shuna knew the aura surrounding her princess was very dangerous but she followed her behind enabling her to hear the princess' last words .

I'm controlling my laugh old king replied "it will be the last day of my life when you finally miss me" Liam said "so finally you understood your last days coming soon" I hitted him and said "shut up dude" old king said "let him talk atleast I have one grandson who says my every mistake on my face" I became calm liam said "though you accept me as your grandson I will never accept you as my grandfather princess is a kid so she accepted you as grandfather without knowing what kind of man you're" I'm trying my level best to calm him but he is not at all becoming calm old king said "that's why I'm saying she is innocent don't let her to face any pain" I said "sure" he went off

“Kill them! All of them!” That was the last judgment declared by King Garlow, the ruthless king of the Kingdom of Regaleria. He was on his mount, a strong muscular black horse, holding its golden reigns with a posture of a calculating, self-assured, proud man. His eyes were a deep blue; cold and icy; piercing through the destroyed walls of the Vhillana Kingdom. The smell of gunpowder, burnt wood, and rotten flesh reached through his nostrils even though he was just waiting at a hill miles away from the attack.

I started. "As you all know, voting for Homecoming King & Queen are Thursday 'till five on room 222. The nomenies are... For Queen, Mckenzie Gordon, Britney Williams, Tiffany Davis, Hanna Smith and Ziigwan Woods. For King, Cole Cook, Hunter Moore, John Brown, Logan Miller and King ThunderBird..." I couldn't help it I stared at King for five seconds he was watching me and whisper "Go on Ogimaakwe. Don't be wierd." No one heard. too much cheering inside the Cafeteria.

Sigrid said, dumbstruck by her finding and looked at the blue eyed man with mixed emotions. “Vane?!” Zeke frowned as the name sounded familiar to him and soon widened his eyes in shock, realising the identity of the person. “As in….” he said, staring at the zoned out Sigrid. “The last king of the Lycanor Kingdom.” She completed his words, astonished by the wake of fallen king’s portrait.

"Please stop!" Both kings froze. They turned their heads together, staring down at me with shocked, furious expressions. "Silence," Riccardo gritted out, though his chest was heaving as he fought down his wild instincts. He took a step back from Leonidas, smoothing down his shirt. "The arrangement is settled. Leonidas will take the first evening with you today. Tomorrow, you are mine again." Leonidas looked down at me, a dangerous, slow smile spreading across his scarred face. "I look forward to it, little Fae. Let us see how long your frail body lasts around a real king."

And tonight he had kissed me like a man who had already felt the crack and hated it. Somewhere beyond the wing the council was still arguing over whether the arrangement invited violence. Somewhere the people who had scheduled a gap and written a story for my corpse were adjusting their plans. Somewhere Jörgen and Yvonne were still breathing under the older layer of a frame that no longer fully protected them. Inside this room the breeding contract had just become more dangerous than the written terms had ever managed on their own. Because the King who needed my blood had started to want something the oath had been designed to kill.