The Return Of The King Novels & Stories

she whispered, a faint smile curving her lips. It undid him. His eyes stung, hot with traitorous tears. He turned quickly, pressing his lips into a hard line, willing his face into composure. You’re her guard. Not her boyhood admirer. Not that foolish child at the palace gates. “Then… if you don’t mind, we should return,” he managed, his voice steadier than he felt. The sun would soon break. The king would be demanding answers. “I’ll carry you on my back.”

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Claire announced with a smile. Clark squeezed his wife’s hand, and she gave him a reassuring smile in return. “Now, both of you, come forward.” As Claire spoke, Timothy approached, carrying the King’s crown in a glass case. “Since my duty was to rule in the King’s absence, now that he has returned, it’s time to give this back to him.” Claire took the crown from the case and placed it on Clark’s head. The council immediately knelt. “Welcome back, Your Majesty the King!” they declared in unison.

Without realizing or caring or asking her where he is, I sprint out of the throne room, out of the maze-like corridors, and appear at the entrance. The King has returned. My feet come to a slow halt when I see the scene before me. Amelia is embracing him—Her mate, King Tyson. My heart drowns in the pit of my stomach. I scan the area, try to look out of the open gates, but my gaze meets Lenora’s eyes and my shoulders droop. The King has returned. King Tyson. Just him. And no one else. That’s why Lenora looks both relieved to have her brother back and worried to know her mate is still out there.

A silver blade appeared from inside the door. Its point aimed at Raiken’s chest. The voice spoke again. ONE KING LEAVES. Raiken turned his head toward me. The bond opened completely. Fear. Love. Resolve. Then he released my hand. He stepped through the Door of Kings with the false king still attached to him. The seal slammed shut. His presence vanished from the bond. Across the black surface, one final line appeared. THE QUEEN MUST CHOOSE WHICH KING RETURNS.

⸻ And the King. ⸻ Amara’s heart pounded. ⸻ The second mark continued glowing. ⸻ The Fallen Celestial stared at Lucian. ⸻ Then at Amara. ⸻ Then whispered: ⸻ “The King has returned.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Absolute silence. ⸻ Lucian looked deeply unimpressed. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Kael sighed. ⸻ “That’s your response?” ⸻ “No.”

“I can wait.” I pushed him back lightly. “Good,” I said, trying not to react. He leaned in just enough to brush near my ear. “Barely.” I shoved him harder this time. “Go,” I said. And just like that— The king returned. “Get our people,” he said quietly. “It’s time I kept my promise.”

Then a voice entered every mind. Not spoken. Not heard. Felt. RETURN THE KING. The creature inside Rowan smiled. "Still loyal after all these years." The Warden answered. THE KING MUST RETURN TO THE THRONE. "No." For the first time since awakening, the ancient king's voice became cold. Not cruel. Determined. "I will not repeat my mistake." Everyone froze. Evelyn looked at him. "What does that mean?" He looked back at her. The darkness in his eyes slowly faded for a second, revealing Rowan's silver color underneath.