Void King Novels & Stories

He snapped open the deck like he’d done it a thousand times. “Blackjack?” “Blackjack? That’s an old‑people game,” Goselle said with a wicked grin. “We’re playing King’s Game.” Dwyn played dumb. “King’s Game?” He wasn’t totally clueless, but the curiosity in his voice sounded sincere. Goselle pulled out the King card, mischief flashing in her eyes. Even her pupils glimmered faintly red—wolf blood leaking when she got excited. She explained with a smile. “It’s basically truth or dare. Whoever draws the King can command other people.”

His eyes were a deep blue, like the night sky and he carried himself like a man in charge, fitting as he was the king after all. “Father. I would like you to meet Kara Ravenfield or Yarrow. Kara, this is my father Callan Horne, King of the dragons.” I stood up and looked up at the king, giving a respectful bow before holding my hand for him to shake and gripping it firmly while doing so. He looked me up and down, giving me an assessing look before he nodded once and smiled brightly.

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

Andrew smiled while taking his bowl, and we sat side by side enjoying our bowl of ice cream. "He told you his name. He never tells anyone his name, his first name, or anything really. " "Why doesn’t he ?" "He’s the king; he doesn’t need a reason to do what he does." I ended up choking on my ice cream, becoming a slurping and gagging pitiful thing, Andrew flung himself off the chair and was beside me once again with a glass of water. He was the king, Killian was the king. Of course, only I could be foolish enough to fall for the king, but why would he look so young? He’s over a thousand years old! "

he warns me but again I just shake my head. "That is exactly why I need to come with you, we can show to them how things are done in this day and age" I say proudly looking at him where he just smiles "they aren't living under the reign of your father anymore, their king is His Majesty King Grayson, and he does things majorly different, so they either get onto the train or get the heck out the way!" I smile which immediately makes his laugh with a nod.

he is the god that adores the royals. ‘It was a good thing that you remembered me. It’s been so long since I last had such entertainment. Seeing how you remember me, I can say you remember our contract as well. Is it right? The former king of the Voneveir? ’

They don't notice we're here yet. "Get off of me!" Exclaims Aziel. You can't help your face from twisting a little. That looks like a very painful position to be in. And the girl isn't even showing any mercy. Yvon's got his arm pinned rright behind him, turning a deaf ear to his protests. And they say that he's the future king?

For some reason, he seemed awfully familiar. "As you all know, your Alpha is dead." His voice resounds through the forest. "I am sorry for the loss you have all encountered today, but I'm not here to make it any better." A few people gasped, murmuring among themselves at his words. "My name is Alpha Henry, but most people call me King." He introduce shortly, I frown. He was supposed to be Eloise's mate. He must be devastated. *