Novel & Cerita The Man Who Would Be King Book

It was a portrait of a fierce young man with piercing golden eyes. Killian. Beneath the flawless illustration, a single line of elegant script was written: > *The Last King has awakened.* > The masked woman frowned, leaning closer. "So the prophecy was never actually about defeating the Voidborn?" The man let out a soft, amused chuckle. "No. That was merely the opening act." He gently closed the massive book, a small cloud of dust filling the air. "The true game begins now." Suddenly, one of the floating books nearby violently burst into flames. The fire didn't burn orange or red; it was a deep, consuming pitch-black. A disembodied voice echoed from within the dark fire—ancient, freezing col

one barked. “How dare you show such disrespect to the Royal Bloodline of the Northern Vampire King!” Gabriel stared at my son, then at me—his face draining of color. “The… Northern Vampire King’s royal family?” He turned slowly toward my father, seated upon the high throne, his expression cold and impenetrable. And then—astonishingly—Gabriel laughed. “Isabella,” he said loudly, “so this is how you survived? You married some half-dead old—”

Fabiano checked the time on his wrist watch, stared at me with those dark eyes before straightening himself. “Rest.” He ordered, “I have a meeting. I’ll be back in an hour or so.” Hope blossomed in my chest and I found myself nodding almost too eagerly before I caught myself. He looked hesitant to leave, like he didn’t want to leave. Like he was on a war with himself. Finally, he leaned down, making me tense when he pressed a kiss to the crown of my head and looked into my eyes; “Never fucking do that again, my lioness.” He growled, “A king can’t rule without his queen.”

It makes me terrified of the man I am supposed to love and cherish. "You're," I start. "The king," he interrupts, flatly. "Yes. You said that." "This can't be real," I breathe. "You're the king and I am—" His esteemed Majesty folds his arms over his broad chest and waits eagerly for a finish to my sentence. "This can't be. This is a mistake." The temperature plummets. "Mistake?" "Yes," I say. "This is a mistake. We are a mistake. We have to be."

But it didn't take long for his countenance to go back to their original places when there was a knock on the door, followed by a deep voice. "My King," echoed a voice from the other side of the door. "Enter." A hyacinth-colored magic light opened the door to reveal a person slightly taller than the one inside. The man approached his king, stepping closer to the window—the brightest part of the room. The light shined on him as he approached, revealing a round and chubby face. However, the body depicted the moderate masculinity of a man who had never neglected his training. "My king. There is a report," he said, earning full attention from the person he had addressed this time.

Scheriziel screamed as she tried to snatch the book, but the king was too tall for her to grab the book as he raised his hand. "The cover looks decent enough. I never imagined it has—" "Kyaahhh!" Scheriziel ambushed the king, hoping he would be caught off-guard; so she could grab the book from his hand. "Oopssx~ were you about to snatch it? Let me learn from this book." He walked towards the bed and was about to sit on the edge of the bed.

I ask, and he growls. "My people have needs. Our Queen likes to do things differently than our past Queens, but she knows that would be pushing things. We need her presence to remain healthy," he hisses, and my eyebrows furrow. "You have had previous Queens? I only heard about the last King," I reply, and again, he gives me a side look. Beerus- Keep him talking. He is spilling secrets we know nothing about. Not even your father knew much about these things. "Our Queens are precious. They are strong. They always have a King, but our kind follows our Queen. Our Queen chooses a King. He is the strongest amongst us, and he alone fertilizes her eggs," he says, sounding weaker.

When asked about it once, he had simply replied, "My people do not tell tales without the truth and its entirety." "Then let me grace you with a story to send you to sleep, child. For it is one of dazzling knowledge. And we do need our sleep." The old man adjusted comfortably. "Millennia past," he began, "there lived a king. His rule was unquestioned, and his ways precise. He ruled a great people and coveted that which was not his until one day the slaves of his people rose from their oppression and fought back, led by one man. Skilled with the sword and the axe, he led the slaves out of the kingdom, seeking refuge wherever they could.

The king's man returned with empty hand, "Your Majesty, no one came to give me any book." "What are you saying?" The king became mad to hear this. He started throwing everything away. To be continued.....

So this is who Theo took after with the temper. "What my Dear?" He nonchalantly stared at her,"This human is nothing special in comparison to a rock. She is useless to this kingdom." "Father!" Theo boomed with rage burning from his suddenly almost pitch black but gold ringed eyes," Enough! I will not allow you to ever insult my mate in my presence. Get out!" "Pardon me?" The man seethed as his chocolate brown orbs turned an almost pitch black colour like his son's, "I will not tolerate such disrespect, Pup. I am your father and former king!" He growled.