The Last Kings 소설 & 이야기

He said in a low voice, that made her grin like an idiot. "So bad." And he told, everything, holding nothing back, and she prayed it would be like this. Him and her, forever, come what may. °°°° ~After a fortnight~ "Men and women of Kingdom Brone! We are under siege! The Athànatoi are upon us! dark days draw near! Strong men of Kingdom Brone come forward and show your might, and fight for yours and mine, for all that was and will be, fight for Brone! May the creator Help us all!"

He was leaving today and I needed to show some respect to him. I took my Royal sword at last after getting ready properly. I moved faster and reached the Royal Court. My presence was announced loudly and I was the last person to join the court. The King was sitting on the Throne and every important person on their couches too. The moment I sat on my big and jewelled couch. The King said loudly. "So, The King of Kabul, Sultan Rafiq Sulaiman. As I gave you the opportunity to ask for anything in return of saving the Fortune of Mahabaleshgarh, Please ask for something and make us unburdened." His voice echoed in the hall loudly.

I chuckled and looked at him, “I am guilty.” “I can understand but your wolf is powerful among any of them. You need special training to control him.” the Alpha stated. “What do you mean?” “Onyx! In clear words, I saw your wolf. A black wolf!” “What is so clear about it, I mean I know I am a black werewolf. What is so special about it?” I asked him. Alraic looked at me with a stern gaze and replied in a serious tone, “you are the last of your kind, Onyx! The black werewolves were extinct twenty years ago but now you showed up.”

With the residual thoughts of what would become of the future Black family lingering in my mind, the rest of the day went by in a dreary haze. The fact of the matter was I had no idea what would happen to the Black family. When Granny Lou told me the story of the Last Alpha King, she never specified who his Queen was. In fact, now I come to think of it, I wasn’t even sure of when the events of the story were set to take place. She said that the King was hard and ruthless, well I can see that for myself. She also said that Alexander softened with time, and I am yet to see any evidence of that happening.

"Yes. They are people with special healing abilities and able to cure even the rarest sickness on earth" "Yeah... I've heard of them. But the healers doesn't exist anymore. The last one died 22 years ago". "Exactly - Clarissa. Clarissa was the last healer and she's dead - yes. But before she died, she had a child and there's been no record of the child being dead as well. So, it's possible.... her daughter would have the same qualities as her mother". The princess explained. "But Martha..." Sally scoffed. "Even if this is true, and this child exists, you know we can't use her to heal the King. You know what happens when a healer heals someone..."

Prince Alphonso tries to shake King Hedery's face to snap him from his deep sleep. Also, Princess Corine did not hear the beating of their father's heart on his chest. In tears, Archduke Ridge places both of his hands on them. Despite being unemotional, William finally blasts into sadness as he chimes with them, mourning their loss. Plus, Minister Kingsley unexpectedly embraces William to grieve for their King with him. Princess Corine, Prince Alphonso, Archduke Ridge, Minister Kingsley, and William are the last people to see the King's wonderful face before the Goddess took his life away.

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."

Wearing only thin clothes, barefoot. “Welcome to the Kingdom of Voneveir!” That voice was so familiar in his ears. Alexis can never be wrong about it. It was his son, Allan. "Your Majesty, Do you have any last words for your people?" Being humiliated like a criminal who purged innocents, does he really deserve to receive such disgrace? “Your homeland whom you loved…” Remembering every sleepless night he had in order to manage every problem his kingdom is facing… “… your people whom you cherished… “

“During the battle–the final battle–when the Firestone armies were losing and waging their last stand, I saw you in the fray. You–you turned to look at me. You were raising your sword to strike an enemy, but when you saw me, you stopped. You were so beaten and weak, Ryan. You’d been enslaved for decades then escaped only to be forced to fight once more on the Firestone side, and even then, you looked for me. We found each other on the battlefield in the last seconds of our lives.” The Kings of Eastonia, the enemy, had won. They used the full might of their stolen treasure–The Book of Whispers–to decimate the Firestone armies. The last of the old gods who once walked beside us retreated–the G

I had never seen him like this. Not even beneath the mountain. Not even when the smiling creature emerged. "Renn." The old man didn't answer. "Renn!" Finally he looked at me. The fear in his eyes made my blood run cold. "The Thirteen Kings." Lightning flashed again. The Grave Legions continued marching. Relentless. Endless. "What are the Thirteen Kings?" Renn laughed. A broken sound. The laugh of a man discovering things could always become worse. "They ruled before history."