Novel & Cerita The Wicked King Book 3

“It’s nine thirty.” “So?” “Your press conference.” Justice paled and softly cursed. “I forgot.” She grinned. “I take that statement back. That is the best thing anyone has ever said to me. I made the king of workaholics forget about work.” 40 Justice He laughed. “Stay the night with me. I’ll grab a shower, go to the gates to talk to the press and come back.” Happiness filled her that he didn’t want to end their time together. “I would love

He didn’t answer. Instead, he turned the page. The next illustration showed the same woman. But this time she stood alone. The king was gone. The wolf was gone. And behind her was the Shadow Kingdom. I felt cold. “What happens to the king?” Alaric closed the book. “I don’t know.” “Open it.” “Seraphine—” “Open it.” Cassian stepped between us. “Father.” Alaric looked at him. “She’s ready.” “No,” Alaric said.

"I yearn to understand the full extent of our pack's past and how it relates to the present." The woman's gaze turned even more somber, her voice carrying a weight of sadness and caution. "Long ago, there was a wicked king who sought to amass greater power and control. His hunger for dominance led him down a dark path, one that intertwined him with strange, demonic forces."

I found her out in the back garden doing some sparring with Sebastian. “Mother? I was wondering if….” I can’t finish as a sharp pain shoots through my head and I fall to the ground. VISION A male in the shadows… A female wanting what is not hers… Rogue Vampires and Werewolves running free throughout the kingdom… Fear and Lies kill the Vampire’s Queen… The Vampire King on a rampage… Killing anyone nearby, then being killed himself by the Werewolf King… A princess crying all alone... All lives will be lost….

(Flashback) Three years ago In the kingdom of Grellis, there were three realms- The Great Palace, the noble's region, and the commoner's district. Keane was a famous knight among nobles. Aside from his lineage, he has an outstanding talent and looks. He's the adoration of many noblewomen

“The three black werewolves, it was a message.” Aria frowned, not understanding. “The time of the terrorists. The three black werewolves. The king and his two eldest sons. One of them is a prisoner now.” The Terrorizers. The ones her father wanted to stop. They were three black werewolfs, always three with one flying at the front and one on each behind him. They were known to cause terror and therefore got the name. Alone, they took many lives and burned villages down to the ground.

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.

Enough if the talk, how do we find him? "But the people think he is dead," Justus said. "We'll figure that out." * They were back in the tunnels and the vampires had heard the news from them and they grieved. It was time for a new start, a new beginning and so they made Sebastian their king, their lord to rule over them and keep them safe. They made the hill tunnels their home. On the third night, Sebastian and Aurora went out into the open and lay under the stars. "I feel like I've caused you more loss than happiness," he spoke, his eyes to the heavens, his fingers unconsciously tracing the scar on her right wrist.

Vragenn instantly found himself next to the girl. “You…” the king muttered through his teeth. - Do you even understand what you’re doing? - Certainly! - Ira grinned. The enemy was angry, which means he was sloppy. “I want to make fun of you well before I kill you...” The chosen one attacked the king with hatred.

"He's at a crucial time in his life right now, and I worried for him." "What would've happened if he hadn't found a Mate?" Lily asked her as she sipped the champagne, taken aback by its sharp taste. "Well," Penelope looked away uneasily, "He was supposed to find someone by the Winter Solstice, his thirtieth birthday. If he didn't, the royal council would intervene and cast him from his throne as the Werewolf King." Penelope told her. Lily frowned at her words. She watched Jayce from afar and up close. He was working so hard for his people. Wasn't that enough?