Novel & Cerita Tomb Raider King

How was it that a well-travelled, 28-year-old, male werewolf had not managed to find, their mate? "You didn't produce an heir" I lashed out at him for touching a nerve. "All the more reason, you need a mate," he spoke sternly "You don't any other family to create an heir. It's solely on you," He was right, my parents had passed away before they could have another child. My mother died in childbirth, causing the baby to be stillborn. My father, the King's brother, passed shortly after due to the pain of losing his mate and a child The king had taken on the task to raise me, as his mate was infertile. A cruel curse of the moon goddess he would say. The king hated to be reminded he couldn't

Throwing his cards on the table, Mauro said, "Don't you dare play without me..." Receiving laughter from his friends, Mauro stood up and yawning walked out of his hut. Mauro is Luka's older brother, the alpha heir to his family, and the next leader. However, Mauro is generally described as a lazy alpha, not living up to the expectations of all his citizens to be the ruler. For that same reason, his parents had decided to test his leadership abilities, sending him to that camp together with Luka and other omegas, making him responsible for his entire pack, and forcing him to take care of all of them.

Vincenzo had been playing this game for too long, and he knew their hearts as well as his own. They all stood in union and bowed their heads as a show of respect for their upcoming mafia king. A few faces were open with approval. The old guards who had long since reconciled themselves to his rise, those who saw him as the inevitable choice, the next king. They greeted him with respect, even reverence, in their eyes. To them, he was the end of a long struggle—a finish line, even if it meant the end of an era. They knew his ruthlessness would keep order.

"My name is Kael Drathlor, King and Ruler of the Kingdom of Vadriona, home to all werewolves and Lycans. Contrary to what had been said about me in recent months, I am not dead and buried in the ground." He brought Lord Mortis's head forward, raising it up for all to see. "This bastard here betrayed me, tried to use my mate, my woman, against me and take the throne." He then let out a chuckle. "But, he didn't know any better. The gods do not make mistakes, you see? My day of misfortune turned out to be my greatest blessing, all thanks to this idiot."

"All accept ksei, Noah Silverton as their King?" Noah knew he could be challenged for the throne any moment. Then he would have to fight and kill, only to land back at the dais, in front of the Elders of Vermiculo Pack. A pack Noah would be made Alpha of a day after. The coronation before the marking demonstrated that he was to be a King before an Alpha. And challenging the strongest werewolf on land would be folly, yet there was a moment of silence for anyone to arise one.

The other line went silent, and King thought they had been disconnected, but then he heard a faint sound from Raze, as if he was in pain. Hearing that, King blamed himself over and over again, but he couldn’t do anything. "Are you alright, Raze?" There was a short silence before he heard Raze. "Y-yeah, I can manage." "I’m sorry you’re getting punished in my stead." "Boss—or can I just call you King right now since I am literally the acting 'Cabecilla' at the moment?" Raze laughed, though he was wincing from time to time. "Don’t worry about me. I’m strong enough to handle this."

She said and spun on her heel. I couldn't hold the smile that erupted on my face, "Thank you, Trish." There were mostly women on our staff. His jaw tightened. His cold gaze turned to me. "Please, have a seat. Don't mind. We're protective toward each other," Aerial said. I knew she was holding her tongue. But her frightening look unsettled me. He held out his hand, "Marcus Valentino. You must have heard about me." he asked "Aerial, Yes. The king of construction. Recently... is interested in buying property." She shook her hand.

Chapter 70 - The West Will Rise Again As Tanner walked through the woods arriving at the Western Palace, the Westerners passing by and watching his arrival either nodded or bowed their head in acknowledgment of his presence. They had already heard the news that their King Maxton was severely injured in the war and was still currently in the Southern Palace getting treated. Hence, it was Tanner’s responsibility to step up while Maxton was away, as the second in command, the Beta and most trusted ally and best friend of the Western King.

I haven’t returned the ones he had given me when I first got here and he didn’t ask for them. I wasn’t the only one who noticed the shift. “Does he ever wear a shirt?” Tom asked one morning, leaning against a tree while I sparred with Liam. “Or does he think it’s illegal to cover those abs?” Tom is King’s third in command and the one with such a sense of humor that there is never a dull moment with him. I love spending time with him most of the time much to King’s annoyance. He gets beneath his skin and makes him seem more human.

“It would be best if you rid yourself of that before its curse drives you mad, also. Leave it here, and I will see it is returned to the tomb she took it from.” “There’s more in this tomb?” “Yes, much more,” said Nicopez. “Can I have a look?” The King and shaman exchanged looks. “What?” I asked. “The tomb is currently... occupied,” said the King. “By humans.” “They are led by an insane man who refuses to leave,” added the shaman. “He is desecrating and defiling the Ancestors with his evil ways.”