The Red King Webtoon Novels & Stories

The Alpha King’s Cursed Mate. Chapter Thirty-Nine. I’ve never felt as foreign as I do now. Sitting across from my best friend and his wife she was just as quiet as me as the boys discussed our baby's future and the merger of the kingdoms. Dominic has made such a great king everyone loves him even though his bad side shows more than his good. “I don’t understand?” Dominic said, the sound I. His tone broke me from my trance and I looked away from the wooden table.

He said and smiled when his eyes met hers again and she paused her lips as if she had been wanting to say something. "Today we took it back!" "Yes, Yes." "We took it back." "They couldn't stand a chance against our King. He slit the throat of the Tyrant and killed the people that tormented us. He killed our killers and he'll live a happy life. Long live the King!" The first man yelled, and the others soon joined him. "Long live the King." "And then he stopped with his hand gestures and he sighed. "From this day forward, I King take Princess La Reine as my Slave."

It says The Alpha King in the picture because I'm currently trying to get the book title switched to that! For anyone confused about why there are two different names. Happy New Year!!

“Alika, take care of my handful of a brother.” “As always, your highness. Have a smooth journey back.” And she was gone. Something shifted in the air. My senses urged me not to look up, but I wanted to understand what was happening. Why the silence? As I did, I saw the king’s face, staring at a maid—the one who had spoken to me earlier—who stepped forward to refill his glass of wine. His eyes were a dark red, different from the bluish hue I had seen that day. “I have lost my appetite for this snack, I want a better one.”

She took a deep breath before pushing open the door, her limbs once again shaking. Inside the room was two men, and a woman. She was certain that the man in the middle, a man only a few years older than her, at the head of the table as they all sat around, was the King. He had shaggy black hair, and was lazily lounged out, with his feet in another chair. However, just as she realized that the wonderful scent of a warm fireplace seemed nearly overpowering in here, his eyes snapped up to hers, and she saw the depths of his amber eyes. She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long.

He opened the door for my room for me then turned to look at me. "I thought it would be better to keep you by my side while you are on this trip. I want exactly the same thing that you want. And I must not forget that people of both of our kingdoms are against this treaty." King Zeus said as he helped me into the room. It was a big room with a blood red interior. The walls were the same. The couches, sheets on the bed, pillow covers, cushion covers, curtains and even rugs were blood red.

She Continuously work without getting any rest for months and Second cloak was finished And next day , When she was preparing for the third cloak then Suddenly She heard the huntsman's horn , and again a thunder struck with fear in her heart In a very few minutes , all the Huntsman stood before the cave , and the handsomest of them was the king of country "King Tejas" King eyes were on the Princess whose appearance was not likable but still something was different in her eyes that pulled him more towards her What's your name and What are you doing here in our land ? .... ,, The king's man asked Princess

"We celebrate the return of our king and his mate our queen, by the power vested in me I hereby proclaim Axel Alamander our king and Lianna Redwoods our queen." The cheer continued with series of chants that shouted " long live the king." I felt so happy and so fulfilled. This is it, this is the life I was created to live not the one of hardship, worries and constantly being on the run and I will make sure that no one has to go through all of that.

His masculine face is covered by slightly chubby cheeks. I wonder how old this photo is. “No.” King Harvey turns the page. “The King of the South.” King Harvey points at a tall man in red and dark green armor. “He is a quiet man but known to kill all his enemies with a small blade. He respects me because I use a sword and gun, he hates blood. His wife loves to make cookies for the other kings. I fear poison. Do not eat anything any of these kings give you. I never eat. You may copy me, and they will not question it. They see it as a sign of discipline.”

As if he intended to kill her too. She tried pushing herself up but she only groaned from the pain on her shoulder. She looked down when her dress was wet by red fluid from her. The king slowly bend down, stared at the wound on his dark eyes before he closed his eyes and opened them with his red hues. He wordlessly torn the dress from the part of the wounded flesh that Daeira winced in so much pain. She looked at the wound and grimaced at such traces of barred teeth on it. She looked away from it and chose to direct her attention to the king who seemed to be saying something under his breath before hovering his hand to the wound. All at one, the blood flow stopped and the ache was gone leav