Undertale King Novels & Stories

The King grabbed her hair, yanking her up. “Open your eyes.” he demanded. Maybe he’d release her if he found her reactions to be boring, she thought. Hope rose in her as she slowly opened her eyes as commanded, but it soon died when she came face to face with his groin. “Put it in your mouth.” he said as he pried Keanna’s lips apart. If she refused, she’d die. Immediately she understood, women who couldn’t satisfy the King in the bedroom died. The King’s eyes beamed with desire as she pushed it into the gaps of her opened lips. A rancid smell pierced her nose and she could almost taste it.

“Don’t fret. I’m very old, your magic doesn’t work on me.” Squinting against the sun, I look up at the vampire. All I can make out is his dark suit and long, raven black hair. “Sit down. You’re not exactly inconspicuous you know.” The vampire’s clothes rustle and when I blink, he’s sitting next to me on the bench. “My name is Zael. I’m the vampire king.” “Kane,” I say. “One of the werewolf kings.” “Hm,” the vampire smiles, which is an altogether unpleasant image, since his alabaster skin barely crinkles. “As I understand it, you are the king of the kings.”

Tyr fell silent for a while and said, “However, I am Tyr Summers, known as King Summers in the martial arts community. If you don’t believe me, go out and talk to people. They’ll tell you the relationship between Shaun and me.” Katia’s expression suddenly changed. “You’re King Summers, the person who superseded the Four Noble Emperors?” “You’ve heard of me?” asked Tyr. Katia smiled. “Of course. It’d be weird if I’d not heard of your name. I don’t need to look for proof, I believe you.” “That’s a little too quick. What if I’m a fake?” asked Tyr. “Who dares to commit the heresy? It’s an act of suicide,” Katia chuckled.

he muttered a curse as he turned around and then walked back to his seat, "Where have you seen him?” “He was on the tournament, Your Highness ... a young man with great talent. But it turned out … he’s a member of the Forgotten Winter.” "Curse the gods." Terrowin massaged his temples. Kael studied the king. Although his plan had failed, the tournament still served a purpose for him, seeing the blue-eyed kid alive. He thought it was the most valuable thing for him … more valuable than protecting the councilor or hunting the rebels. The king had always been searching for that kid for eighteen years already. And now, they found him.

He can’t go against their choice. Slowly, Kael places the crown on his head, its seven points befitting of its owner. As the old man places the crown on his head, he whispers to only his hearing. "Redemption lies within. One human, imbued with pure love, can tame your heart's icy grip. Find them, and your destruction may cease." Kael finishes his words and moves away for their King to gaze upon his people. The underworld trembles, acknowledging its new ruler. Me..

The handful of sorcerers surrounding their heir Isak was enough to make even the Fey warriors weary of them. Coming out of his transfixed state the herald announced with an audible gulp. "The former King of beasts, the King of Wastelands, ruler of the Queendom in the middle of nowhere, Darach King along with his soulmate, the infamous Cold Queen of Wastelands, Ruler of a Queendom in the middle of nowhere, the breaker of unwanted fated matebond of Lycans. The Queen of all Witches and Wizards and a potential hier to the Lycan throne, Amber King from the House of Untouchables has arrived on Neutral Grounds the territory of Ackley the Oak King."

Taylor was a Rank 1 Earth King Ranked Realm Gene Fighter. So it was not a problem for her to deal with more than a dozen Transcendent Beings. Before long, the dozen or so Gene Fighters who were pouncing on Lucas and Taylor all fell to the ground. Seeing this, the Rank 3 Earth King Ranked Realm Gene Fighter and other Gene Fighters were all furious. "I didn't expect that both of you still had some ability!" The Rank 3 Earth King Ranked Realm Gene Fighter stared fixedly at Lucas and Taylor as he spoke.

The monster who had slaughtered kingdoms, burned cities, caused a major chaos was answering to someone else? My laughter was humourless when it came. “You’re saying the Rogue King isn’t the final boss?” Frederick’s lips curved into a faint, grim smile. “He was never the top of the chain.” My pulse thundered in my ears at the weight of this information. “Then what the hell does my father have to do with this?” His eyes glinted with deep regret. “Tell me, Cardan,” he said softly, “have you ever heard of the Undead?”

He simply nodded. "Have you had breakfast?" He asked and I shook my head. "Alright, I'll leave you to quickly do that. I just wanted to give something to you. I received an invitation letter from Marcus," he stated, and I furrowed my brows. "Marcus?" I asked in a whisper. "Marcus Taylor?" I threw him a questioning look, and he beamed at me, causing me to gasp. "If I am right, then he is the youngest son of the Moon Hunter pack?" I confirmed and he nodded briefly.

he worriedly said as he looked at Clad. “Shit, I am not done yet.” A number of footsteps were then heard coming not so far from where they were. ‘Ah, the reinforcements…’ Looking at Alex, he motioned his head to let him know that they had to go. “But how about him? ” He asked, pointing at Orlando. … “The king has arrived!! ” Declared by the guard as the king of Voneveir, King Allan, made an appearance with his body fully equipped with armor. “Where are they?”