Tomb Raider King Novels & Stories

“You’ve kept something so important from us. Seeing as you have been investigating this, we will leave this to you… AND…” Natalia’s eyes meet another’s in the room—Tom. His d*mned nephew had been sitting in for training to become the next Alpha King. Rowan barely registered his existence. “If you kill this witch, YOU can become King.” Her grin was malicious, eyes glinting. Tom, too, didn’t seem to mind the Queen’sQueen’s statement. Ah. They believed this was a great way to kill Rowan off. Well, that wouldn’t happen. “You may go,” Titan said, waving his hand and acting like the one in charge again.

As a result, when we got back home, Reive settled himself on the sofa, near the fire, and I started to walk back and forth, biting my nails and blushing under his mocking look. “You are the Undead King, aren’t you?” I gasped, stopping and holding wide my arms. “You’re Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel! The ruler of Aldenor, overthrown seven hundred years ago!” The necromancer grimaced, but didn’t stop smiling, “Little one, let’s not speak about this: ‘overthrown ruler’ and all that blah-blah-blah. Yeah, I’m the Undead King. Yeah, the very one who lived seven hundred years ago”.

She stumbled, coughing, rubbing her throat. King sat back down like nothing happened, picking up the knife again. “Reaper thinks he can just take her, put a kid in her, and keep her locked away from me? That piece of shit. I’ll enjoy breaking him when the time comes.” Tiffany clenched her fists hard at her sides, nails digging into her palms, but she kept her mouth shut. No defense of Jax. Not here. King looked at her again, calmer now. “You come here offering what, exactly?”

the King says. The King then steps across the borders, and EP surrounds him in a white glow, showing that he, King Andre Valdez, is the one true King of the werewolves, and has no impure intentions. My dad looks at the king, with admiration, and says, “Thank you, Andre I appreciate your kind words. Shall we?”

Brax questioned as we both looked up at Ace. "Yes! My great-grandfather was king, until he gave it up." "Okay. So why are you telling us?" I wasn't sure of his goal, seeing how it wouldn't matter now anyway. No, Alpha will hand their title over. The time of a King is long gone. "I plan to reclaim my title. My great-grandfather was foolish for stepping down. I will get everything that belongs to me. One way or another." He stated, as if it were an obvious fact.

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

Scene towards the kingdom aradonna (colour Golden symbol the red fire) The throne room is grand and opulent, adorned with gilded decorations and tapestries depicting the king's victories. At the center, a massive throne looms, occupied by KING RODERICK, a ruthless and imposing figure. His eyes are cold and calculating, exuding an air of power and authority.

Once they become a part of the Altair kingdom, the people will be thankful to me. “What do you say, Ralf? Do we have enough treasure to start a war considering that we have just returned from a war?” I ask Ralf who is my minister of treasury. He is a young man who got this position almost five years ago when the previous minister died. Since then, he has performed his duties well. With his hard work, he has shown that he deserves this position. He looks through some papers in his hands and then looks toward me. “Yes, my king. We have enough treasure to conquer the Rosewood kingdom without any difficulty”. He replies.

Vallea sat tied to the chair her hair hung over her face. The water was thrown over her She slowly opened her eyes they cut hair. "Good afternoon Vallea it’s nice to see you are finally with us." "Who are you?" "I’m Nicolo Russo. The maffia king." Oh great a fucking ameture. "You are not the Mafia king, my brother Matteo Robustelli is." "I am and you should remember that.’ "Why am I here?" "You are here as bate, my princess."

Why won’t you let me die? [I’m doing you a favor here,] the voice snapped, [Do you know how many dead people get the chance to be brought back? Almost none. You’re only lucky I was able to step in before you were too far gone. Now I’m going to start you up and you’re going to do what you were made for.] What’s that? [Rule. Good luck, my new Regis.] Then, I open my eyes.