The Return Of The King Novels & Stories

His voice shifts to a serious tone all of a sudden and the words that come out from his mouth end up bringing a shiver slithering down your back like a snake. "Piece of advice, always watch your back and don't easily trust those around you." He then draws back and sends you a smile. "We'll meet again." That said, Lionell Draziw disappears in a blink of an eye. You can't stop thinking about what he said though. The contrast between his voice right now and the one from a few seconds ago, there's a visible difference. He told you to always watch your back and not to trust anyone easily. For a wizard that's known to be the greatest in the realm, it almost as if he doesn't trust the prince himsel

Who could smell so good like this, huh? He walked in... With his black hair ruffled and curly... The first few buttons of his fine kingly robe was opened... Eyes so green and crazy... Lips perfect and pink.... A gold shinning earring on his left ear... Oh Heavens! He walked so perfectly with his hands behind his back. King Lee... I'm so going to faint. He was much more drop dead handsome in person. How can he be the crazy king everyone was talking about? Crazy but dangerous...

“I’m not interested in your plans. What I want to know is how I can return to my world!” The king, ignoring my tantrum, shook his head. “Still you don’t believe us, do you?” “No.” I wasn’t easily compelled by his words. I need evidence. Concrete evidence. “As expected,” the king muttered, and then glanced at an arched opening next to the fireplace. From the dark, a man—a wannabe of Sauron with long graying hair and beard, garbed in an emerald-green robe—stepped inside the room. He held a staff—very typical, might I add—with a black stone in the middle, set in a ridiculous golden oval frame.

Little Apple gently closed his eyes with a smile on the corner of his mouth. At this moment, a figure appeared in the void with a cold face. "You're courting death." An earth-shattering roar of anger resounded throughout the sky. The voice echoed three times in the old site of Holy Court in the west, like the anger of gods falling on this land. The figure, who had just returned, was knocked back about 1,000 meters by the sound wave. Excalibur appeared in Jason's hand, and a sword radiance directly cut through the sky. Everything turned into nothingness under the sword strike.

Tai either just took over, or his time has spent elsewhere, rather than keeping his own manor maintained. We don't have to walk far before he sweeps around the corner, opening his eyes wide as if he is greeting two old friends. "Akara, I'm so glad you could make it," he grins. I take an uneasy step back, confronted by the look of him. Aside from the slightly longer than usual black curls, he looks like a King again. His rings have returned, all different, but similiar. And his clothing is lavish and royal, looking so painfully alike to the Tai I met all that time ago for the first time.

he shouted The old man didn’t say a word and through the pump of his staff, there goes a ring with a red-like gem on it… and a sword? The sword was estimated to be around 3 feet long. I believe it is what they call the Joyeuse sword. It was arguably the most powerful sword the man has ever crafted. It was made by Charlemagne, a Frankish king out of gold and gem-encrusted hilt, the blade was forged from the same ore and metal that made Durendal, a sword wielded and is also one of the deadliest in the world. Legend has it, that the sword was forged by the infamous blacksmith legend Galas, who took three years to complete. Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the

"when you get back, we will organise a competition." "I don't want she-wolves competing over me," I said, the whole idea left me feeling dirty. I hated the idea of being forced to take a random stranger as a mate over my goddess chosen mate. The goddess made mates perfect for us in every way, so why should I settle. The King saw it differently. Since learning his mate couldn't have children he'd grown hard and resentful. Why the King of all people should have an infertile mate was a secret the goddess held onto tightly.

" Mother , Bethel you guys came back home on time today what happened " " Nothing the king gave everyone on the castle a day leave today, So that's why we are back home " " Oh I see ,What's with the occasion" " How am I suppose to know and besides they just gave us today leave without saying a word " " Okay am just surprised about that "

When someone stopped by to see us—or more specifically, meet me—our tour was almost over. "She is missing. I've heard that my master has developed feelings for another woman." As the two of us were returning to the tent, I heard a voice from behind us. We both stopped when we heard this. Kina greeted Rednor, "I was trying to find you! It's Ruel here. The future consort of the King," I almost grimaced when Kine introduced me, but I kept quiet and played along.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.