Tomb Raider King Novels & Stories

Mark's kindness wasn't with me; he wanted me to kill myself if I failed. Since Arina wants secrets to go to Green Valley, we must go through Towner Valley. That afternoon, we met Otis in the Towner Palace. With a happy face, black eyes, and a silver robe without a badge, his head was still wrapped in a black scarf from the first meeting. Otis greeted me with a ceremony to welcome the king back, which satisfied me. "King David, the guiding army is ready." Otis respectfully said. I kicked a glass of wine in his hand, which was a noble ceremony. It is Brucer's grandfather anyway; I should have treated him nicely.

Aiden, stirred, uneasy but alert. Silence fell as the King emerged. He moved with a grace that belied his age… tall, shoulders draped in a mantle woven of leaves and silver threaded fur. His hair was white as bone, his beard trimmed short, but his eyes were bright. They carried the weight of time and something feral. “Ryder of Starblood,” the King’s voice rumbled, deep and resonant. “The blood of the High Alpha stands before me again.” Ryder inclined his head, respectful but not bowed. “King Thorne.”

White silk drapes everywhere, catching the breeze. I park my beat-up sedan between luxury SUVs and sports cars that probably cost more than my cottage. As I make my way toward the reception area, I scan the crowd for familiar faces. Marcus’s wedding would draw mostly Royal Guard—active and retired—along with their families. “Sofia Homes?” An older wolf in formal attire steps forward, his face lighting up with recognition. “Is that really you?” I recognize him immediately—Commander Davies, retired from the Royal Guard five years ago.

That King Arabic Reubus loved her to the core and was willing to sacrifice his life for her. I kept walking until I found out what I was looking for. The keyhole. I shifted my glance to King Arabic Reubus and saw him still kneeling down in front of the queen's tomb. My breath fastened as I held the key that I replicated with my magic. I inserted it in the keyhole and a loud creaking of something that was opening covered the whole royal tomb.

“He chose you. That means he’s watching, even if you don’t see him.” I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling like the opulence of the room was a trap waiting to spring. Knox stepped forward, his posture more relaxed now. “Since you’ll be seeing me often, let me introduce myself properly. I’m Knox, Beta to the king. My job is to ensure you don’t make a mess of things—or get yourself killed.” “I see,” I murmured, feeling a lump form in my throat. “You’ll have questions,” Knox continued. “Ask them now or save them for later. Either way, you’ll find I’m not the babysitting type.”

Alex looked at warrior a few times and his jaw dropped upon recognizing him. He raised his hand and pointed at warrior as if seeing a ghost. "You..its you..i remember you were doing business on behalf of the king and you only work for the underground king so what are you doing with him?"Alex asked with a confused expression as he was trying to make sense out of everything that was happening. Warrior chuckled " he is my boss, the king and I work only for him" warrior said this with his finger pointing to Zack. Alex was flabbergasted, he couldn't put a statement together, his forehead began to drip with sweat. "S-so if you-you w-work f-for him, does it mean that he is t-the king of-of the unde

Starving for violence. “Stick to the plan,” I said firmly. “Don’t worry about killing anyone unless you have to. Just create enough chaos to keep everyone distracted while I get what I came for.” Kade, the scarred leader of the rogue warriors, grinned wickedly. “And the king?” I returned the grin. “Don’t touch him. I have plans for him.” Kade gave a nod, then raised his hand. A low growl spread through the group. The signal to get ready.

They looked proud and above all, authority and power floated in the air. I walked beside the King, arms touching his. The King looked at me, a brief meeting of the eyes and then his eyes went to his arms and then he stopped. "King Damien." The King of Latoli, greeted with a raise of his glass. I looked around and he was the only young King amongst them all. Damien? I looked up at the King, his eyes on the men that were seated. His name was Damien? I had overhead one of the maid, saying his father had named his Victory and for that reason, he has son every war.

Yesterday the King cried, and the fact that the King was still alive today and a vampire, had shaken Pine from the real world. "The king is my father, that means my father is the king. The king is still alive today, he has lived a millennium, and as you know. My father is a vampire," Kevin said at the time. *** Tak! Tak! Tak! Rai stamped his feet repeatedly, making the soldiers and servants around him feel uncomfortable. His expression looked annoyed, making no one dare to approach him. "You're going to make a hole in this floor if you keep doing it," said Al, warning Rai's sulking child-like behavior.

Whether we want it or not. “You will be Alpha King of the Roguelands. Ryatt was correct when he said that the Roguelands will always choose its king, and it chose you years ago, long before you were even in the Viper’s embrace. It chose you as a kid–a starving, sick, violent kid. You will be king, and every Alpha in that forest will rise when you call on them for aid in the next weeks. It will happen. You will ascend to Ryatt’s throne.” Soren pales slightly but doesn’t break eye contact.