The Seven Kings Novels & Stories

"All kings are fire manipulators." I nod, not really understanding. "How long have you been able to do, that?." "Manipulating fire?." He asks the blue ball of fire once again floating on his palm. "Since I was born, Thank Goddess." "Why?." "Well because, what makes a king of Alphas, is this." He turns the fire from blue to flaming red and to blue again. I frown, having no recollection of dad ever telling us about fire bending alphas. "It is not a widely known fact. Or else people would covet it." He explains.

I owed him a lot for helping me when I needed the most help. “You miss me, yet you keep sending me everywhere but the castle. So who’s fault is that?” His laughter boomed over the phone. “There is my firecracker. I need your help though. It’s only gotten worse. Gav and Roland are at it again.” I rolled my eyes. “You are the Alpha King, they are the Alpha King candidates. Either kick their asses or remove them from the running. They’ve done enough not to earn it.” “You know the process. All seven need to be there when the final decision has been made.”

The 7 kings also done an agreement is to send every 3 years there best knights, to the competition of the chosen hero, and the winner becomes a hero respected by all races. The continent council consisting of the 7 kings , ADAM the king of EDEN, NIVA the queen of DRADIA, HABEL the king of BABEL, and the chef of the council of VINYL HAMAN, This council took all the important decisions in this continent. In 600 YADLD the council took a decision that will be change everything in this continent and will open the door for a new era called after the era of blood, because in this era more than 60% of the population of this continent will perish.

Seven looked both of them up and down. "You should sit, Seven. It's rude to leave when someone is not done talking." He gestured for the Asian man to sit back down. Seven adjusted his short sleeved silk shirt and slowly sat back down. "Now, as I was saying... I've had enough of this." King sat up in his chair, his cigar still in his mouth. "You've already broken our pact. We agreed that we wouldn't interfere with each others territories... but, I obviously can't trust you. You can't even keep your men under control."

“You have a hornet's nest on your hands, king. None of your clan leaders believes the prophecy, and if they do, they won’t care anyway.” Right, I knew that, but the dragon had a few more things to say. “Apparently, they're eager to defeat you and rule the underworld themselves. They called themselves the Council of Seven, so I heard. Sounds good, doesn't it? After all, this will make everything easier once there is a queen.”

MEANDRA I was going to get my revenge on all of them. Every single one of the kings who had used me, discarded me, tortured me—not just in body, but in soul. One by one, I had marked them in my mind, engraved their faces into the walls of my memory like graffiti scratched into stone. From the very first king, who’d broken me in with cold hands and colder words. I had waited. I watched. I had survived. I watched them through the ajar door to see the kings sitting around the large table.

I put my gun down and run before I leap into his arms. “Daragh, what the hell are you doing here?” I ask him as he tightens his hold on me and kisses my head before he sets me down on my feet. “This conference wouldn’t be a conference without the four Irish Kings now, would it?” He says and I look at the three men in dark suits and I know each of them. Ronan O’Malley, the king of the North, Cian Doherty, the king of the West, Cillian O’Reilly, king of the East and Daragh, is the king of the south.

In the palace where the bodies were swaying here and there and some classical music appears in the background. The king and his sons had already taken their seat on their thrones so that the king could speak with the other kings who had appeared after him. There were four other kings besides him, and they are considered followers of King William, the first of them being King Francois, and there Lucas followed by Richard and Alfred. The princes were busy drinking wine and talking to each other except for the former transformed prince, he just stared blankly, and Damontry only wondered, then Daniel returned after asking permission to go to the toilet.

His voice echoed in the hall loudly. (Kabul ke Maharana, Sultan Rafiq Sulaiman. Jesa ki humne aapse kaha tha ki Mahabaleshgarh ke Kal ko bachane ke badle hum aapki kuch bhi Hasrat poori kar paaye to badi khushi hogi. Kripya kuch maang ke Hume bojh tale halka kare) I looked at the tall, strongly built King wearing plain black Kurta with a black loincloth. His turban was fixed on his head proudly all in black.

Prince Michael said as he became serious leaving the door open to get back to his dressing as Dan entered and closed the door saying, “Well, from the ones, in the council, they are about 9 kings. The king from the Western Isles, and the king from the Eastern Isles, as well as the King of Dun Brock. The King of the Damp Isles, over the mountains, and the King of the Southern Spring Isles. Then the remaining four kings are from another border, the desert valleys. They share a border so they are all neighboring kingdoms just like ours.” Dan said as Michael nodded his head. “I see, and they brought their requests right? What do they need from us, and what are they giving to us?” Michael said as