The Ride On King Novels & Stories

Rome had never ridden in the back of a truck before, but it was actually kind of fun, even when King went over big bumps that made him think he might go flying out at any moment. Gus was also having a good time, though he was keeping his enthusiasm reined in so as to keep eyes off of them, Rome supposed.

Fred and Kyrian were shocked when the rider of the chariots stopped at their front as the guards proceeded to get the Alpha down the horse, several passersby stopped what they were doing to view the next action of the kids but were surprised when the kids stood their ground. “Do they have an idea who that is ?” A passer by asked the other, standing to watch the drama being unfolded. “I’m really not sure, that is the deadly King of the four borders” the other stranger said, raising his tone but was cut short by a guard who placed his hand on his mouth to hush them. The man on the chariots got down as he brought his hefty body down the horse … a royal robe was placed on the floor for him to st

Sinking down onto the hay where Helen and Yelda had been seated just moments ago, Sophie tried to catch her breath as her mind struggled to process the unfolding events. "The King requires your presence," a voice snapped her out of her reverie as she looked up to find one of Ragnar's men standing by the door ushering her to follow him. She just wished it was Athelstan instead as he felt the closest to home at that moment, but all she could do was wish.

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.

“He already took my life once. But that still wasn’t enough. He wants me completely gone. But I’m not giving up that easily. I’ll take back what’s mine, what my father worked hard for..” “Wait, wait…” I raised a hand to stop him. “Throne? You’re a king? King of what? Are you drunk or just insane?” This was too much. I can't deal with crazy things right now. He stood up slowly. And then his next move nearly made me drop the vase I was holding. Right before my eyes, his body shifted, his muscles stretching, bones cracking, his form twisting until thick fur covered his skin. A powerful snarl rumbled from his chest.

Andrew smiled while taking his bowl, and we sat side by side enjoying our bowl of ice cream. "He told you his name. He never tells anyone his name, his first name, or anything really. " "Why doesn’t he ?" "He’s the king; he doesn’t need a reason to do what he does." I ended up choking on my ice cream, becoming a slurping and gagging pitiful thing, Andrew flung himself off the chair and was beside me once again with a glass of water. He was the king, Killian was the king. Of course, only I could be foolish enough to fall for the king, but why would he look so young? He’s over a thousand years old! "

“I was with Ryker in his last month, believe me when I say he wouldn’t mind this.” “We are almost running out of sunlight already,” The king suddenly interrupted and turned around. “Let’s go.” They entered into their respective vehicles, King Sullivan and his Beta in the black Ranger. Reginald and his mother and sister in the white Spyker. At the same time, the vehicles peeled away from the front of the castle as they drove off.

Patrick said and they both walked in silence, he got in the car and they drove the short distance to the clinic, when he entered there was a small commotion among the workers who were present, he hated that part of being a king and tried his best to be as calm and gentle as possible, but he was the king, he had to be strict sometimes else they will see him as a weakling and he didn’t want that but he didn’t want the fear either. He requested for the doctor and the patient that was brought in and he was pointed in the right directions in minutes, he was able to see the young man after a few minutes. “What happened? Where is the maiden with you?” Lance asked as soon as he met him. “I am so sor

I hear a roar and then the girl screams again. I cover my ears but I can't block out the sound. It rattles me to my core and twists like a knife in my chest. Victory howls from the wolves soon join the princess' cries in a heart-wrenching symphony, echoing through the canyon and informing every last dragon that their greatest fear has finally been realized: The King is dead. *** My eyes fly open in panic. My chest tightens and suddenly I can't breathe. "Ash!" I can't see anything. It's all a blur of lights and colors.