Tomb Raider King Ch 1 Novels & Stories

I should have known that he would do this. He crouched in front of me and lifted my chin. "You're going to inherit my title and be the head of this clan, Adam. I can't let a cursed man rule. I know you found something to help you with your curse. Now, I need you to use it." "Father, no--" "You've suffered long enough with this curse. It's been centuries, Adam. If you found a way to end this, then end this now." And just with that, the chains that bound me were gone.

He pressed; his skepticism barely veiled by a thin layer of curiosity. "That's what's written on the ancient parchment," Howard replied, his voice steady, conveying the gravity of the information. "In that chamber, there are three main gates: one to the past, one to the present, and one to the future. The Alpha king entered from the present gate, so he can only open one of the two other gates—the one to the past or the future."

The burning question rose from my chest and slipped out through my lips. Finally, I was able to ask him, "Chasel, just who are you?" He paused, tilting his head to the left, and said, "My name is Chester, and I'm the Alpha King."

The line rang once before a cold, mechanical voice answered, "We're sorry, the number you have dialed is no longer in service…" He let out a sharp, incredulous laugh, then hurled the phone to the ground. It shattered into pieces. At that very moment, Edgar raised a microphone. The entire hall fell silent. All eyes turned toward the Alpha King, waiting for his next words. Edgar lifted his hand, revealing a silver ring gleaming under the chandeliers. It had a rare moonstone that symbolized bond and sovereignty. "I'll have a marking ceremony, here and now," he announced with a measured smile. "You now have your Luna Queen."

I drift toward the edge of the reception area near the lake, champagne in hand, trying to breathe through the discomfort of too many memories, too many questions in familiar eyes. Wolves in designer suits and couture gowns cluster in groups, their laughter bright and effortless. I catch fragments of conversation—mergers, territory expansions, and whispers about the new Alpha King being in attendance. His coronation photos circulated through every pack territory just months ago—ruthless, cold, powerful. The kind of Alpha who commands respect through presence alone. The crowd shifts, and that's when I feel it—a pull, sharp and undeniable. I look up. Across the reception area, through the clust

Rain fell steadily, echoing against leaves like a drumbeat counting down to something inevitable. “You are mine,” he repeated, low, dangerous. “Even now, even in fear, even haunted by your past. And I will not allow anyone—Kael, pack, or predator—to take you from me. Not tonight. Not ever.” A snap of a branch made me spin. Someone—or something—was moving fast through the trees. My wolf growled, warning, tense, ready to fight. The King stepped in front of me, hand brushing my shoulder. His eyes narrowed. “Good,” he murmured. “You are learning. Survival first. Then obedience. Then desire. And only then will you be ready for what comes next.”

Other wolves looked twice and then looked away first. The Blackstone pack had been calling him the dark wolf since he shifted at sixteen and the name had traveled far beyond Blackstone since then. Other packs knew what that meant. An Alpha King with a black wolf and red eyes who had never lost a fight and rarely needed to start one because most things that saw him coming made a quick decision about whether they wanted to be there. He ran.

After I die, I save Hades' pet. To thank me, he plans to bring me back to life. However, I refuse with a smile. He is stunned for a moment, then asks in confusion, "So many people want to live, so why do you refuse instead?" I give him a bitter smile. "Maybe it's because being alive is a fate worse than death." He doesn't believe it, and his tone turns unfriendly. "Don't think I don't know that your parents are famously known for loving their daughter. They even make the news because of how much they love you." I crouch there without speaking. It's indeed true that they've made the news for loving their daughter, but that is all an act. The truth is, the only one they've ever really lo

I had just about 50 direct children in my coven. I had changed a lot more but I'd let them form their own coven and break off from me. He had around five hundred from what it seemed and he thought he could encroach on my territory. What he didn't seem to remember was. I was the king of vampires for a reason. I may not show power but I owned all the power. Every once in a while a foolish vampire tried to covet my power. They tried to challenge me for my position. They always found out why it was not only stupid but illogical to do that. The older Sired knew better but these newer ones had to be taught why I was called The Black Death.

Tapped it twice. "This is King."