Novel & Cerita The Red King Webtoon

Then my father's voice took over. "I Alpha King Jack am giving my crown to my one and only son Prince Vincent. He is now to be named as the new Alpha King of the Langston palace and across the world. He will lead the wolves to glory, he will be a great leader of all the wolves. Everyone! Let it be known to all the wolves that the new Alpha King is now Vincent Langston of the Royal pack!" His words echoed throughout the entire Kindom and then his hands removed the golden crown from his head and I held my breath as I waited for the moment that he put it on top of my head. It fitted me perfectly, the golden crown is now mine.

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.

His hand closed around her throat in a flash, lifting her off the ground. “Say her name like that again,” he hissed, eyes burning red, “and I’ll end you.” Chloe clawed at his arm, choking. “Gabriel… I’m carrying your child! I’m your Blood Queen!” He laughed. Cold. Empty. “My Blood Queen,” he said slowly, “has always been Isabella.” “What makes you think you could ever replace her?” “You’re nothing but something my brother used—secondhand trash. A whore. I never once intended to make you my Blood Queen.”

Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King. Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him. "Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard that?

Turning as slowly as possible, I was still wondering if Alpha had seen my exchange with one of his soldiers earlier and had seen it as another opportunity to punish me. When I had made a full turn, Lo and behold, the King was in a hot tub watching me intently. I blushed as my eyes travelled down, and I was met with his hard chest. He looked deliciously handsome. There was a ruggedness about him that made him insanely attractive. I had to remind myself that he was older than me, and I had no business finding someone like him attractive. He stretched out one large arm and curled his hands inwards. "Come," he beckoned, his voice hoarse. I moved my head to the side, wondering what he meant, but

Selene near me. Lastly, he's a half blood bastard from a union that should never have been. He boasts about being a king and having control over the whole pack house, knowing we are enemies. That's pretty hilarious and a stupid thing to say, coming from the so-called alpha king himself. Sooner than later, he's going to meet his end…” I raised my hand and my palm struck Selene’s right cheek before I realized what I was doing. Selene gasped, her hand moving to her cheek, tears springing forth in her eyes. She gritted her teeth. “Did you just slap me?”

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

I laugh. She blush and return to her seat. "Nanaboozhoo?" I yelled on the counter. As a flash, King was besides me. "Don't go inside. Call the cops." He says with his eyes red. Literally red. "What?!" I asked, afraid. "Ziigwan, listen to me. Call the Sheriff. I'll go inside. Do you trust me?" He looks deep into my eyes. His eyes red as blood. All the black gone.

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

Soo-ah whispered. Before Devin could reply— Glass shattered. A blade whistled through the air, embedding into the wall behind Devin’s head. The window exploded inward as a figure in red dropped into the room like a phantom. The Red King. His mask was porcelain-white, mouth curved into a smile that never reached his eyes. A blood-red scarf trailed behind him like a flame. “Ji-hwan,” he said smoothly, voice like velvet and razors. “It’s been a long time.”