Void King Novels & Stories

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.

I took a deep breath and felt my whole body shudder at the anger growing in my chest. Pawn. That asshole called me a pawn, an idiot unable to win a game of chess from a mere 5-year-old - called me a pawn. "Of course... brother," I whispered, forcing my voice to hide what I felt. Hide the revulsion, the anger and all the feelings that could cause me problems - because I had no time for problems. "But... when I kill her, what should I say to the king?" I asked and my eyes fixed on that square face and "perfectly" carved. It was like one of those old sculptures, those square ones and with a dull expression.

"Breathe, Marinah." King talks me through the sudden rush of Kedorine 5, or K-5 as King calls it, that tries to shove itself into my veins. K-5 is the miracle that brings on the shift for Shadow Warriors and it's packed with other powerful hormones too. You can't catch it, it's not a disease, it's something you're born with, and I'm the lucky woman to be the first female Warrior in hundreds of years. "Inhale, exhale. Don't allow your beast to win. You say when she's in charge, not her."

Neil stared at her, wondering why she was there. “Come.” She rose to her feet and moved towards him hesitantly. Neil who was watching her move timidly thought the wounds reopened. “Does it hurt?” “No.” “I will check myself.” He placed her on the bed and knelt before her to inspect her palms. “Your Majesty, how could you kneel? In front of a woman like me?” It made no sense to Keanna why this man, who was King, was kneeling in front of her. He opened his mouth to answer but closed it when he heard her stomach growling. Neil looked at her to find her head to the side and her cheeks red.

The kid—who is a proxy for the King—won’t be able to present himself which in turn worsened the condition the King is in. “Is this… The end, my King?” Rox hushed to the slumbering King. In his eyes, fear and anxiousness began to show as his brows creased into a pitied look, pitying the King in front of him, and pitying himself. Before Rox wanted to touch the King’s face, he suddenly heard the sound of a panting. He immediately turned his whole body around to see Marcus was catching up his breath, both his feet safely entered the room.

He waved his hand and the maid left. "You see Clinton, with patience and strategy we will surely win. It would cause damage alright, but we will come out victorious." He said and left his throne to go see the King of Lukehall. Clinton bowed his head and gently walked behind the King. The king entered his grand parlor. There, the King of Lukehall was seated on one of the finely furnished couch. He was a short man with a potbelly. King Darien sneered a little. A maid was serving him and next to him was a woman. She had long brown locks and green eyes. She wore a red long silk gown that fitted her perfectly. She had a graceful smile on her face. "King Jacob, welcome to Valeria. I'm very honoure

After all, if we could find reason enough, the King could demand the pack to reveal all of their secrets or face the King's army. "Alpha Fin" stated the wolf who lead us to the packhouse. "I present Alpha Cyrus Astor and Beta Dante Clifford of the Golden Moon pack." I looked at each person's face to assess their emotions determined to find their tells. Those on the lower step showed interest in who we were. The Golden Moon pack was the King's pack after all. His royal court and warriors predominantly came from them. Being Alpha and the King's next of kin, I was also next in line for the throne. Our presence didn't seem to phase the Alpha and Luna. Their faces were passive showing no em

Who could smell so good like this, huh? He walked in... With his black hair ruffled and curly... The first few buttons of his fine kingly robe was opened... Eyes so green and crazy... Lips perfect and pink.... A gold shinning earring on his left ear... Oh Heavens! He walked so perfectly with his hands behind his back. King Lee... I'm so going to faint. He was much more drop dead handsome in person. How can he be the crazy king everyone was talking about? Crazy but dangerous...

Him? “Not ‘king,’” Anton breathed. The pieces snapped together with awful, perfect symmetry. Marcus’s obsession, his endless, pathetic game. “He didn’t see himself as the king. He was the other piece. The one that moves in straight lines, that attacks from the side. The one that can become anything if it reaches the end.” He stepped up to the panel, his voice clear and steady, speaking directly into the microphone. “The key is ‘Queen.’” For a second, nothing. The countdown reached 00:00:07.

“Btw, can I go to sleep? The new toll road is a bit of a drive, isn't it? I'm really sleepy and tired. It's crazy, these last two days of meetings have really drained my brain and energy.” Gadis glanced over and found King adjusting his seat so that it was much lower than usual. Then he took one of the neck supports that Gadis knew exactly which character he had chosen; Black Dragon. Since the appearance of the Black Dragon in the world of cinema, King had never been without those cute black dragon-shaped accessories. “Just sleep. I'm not speeding, really. Take it easy, okay?”