Way Of Kings Prologue Novels & Stories

The reminder of last night sent heat through me, the way she'd felt in my arms, the sounds she'd made, how badly I'd wanted. I pushed the thought away, we were taking this slow, even if my wolf was currently suggesting several very not slow ideas. "Come on," I said, tugging her hand gently, "Let's walk." We moved through the compound together, hand in hand. I saw heads turn, heard whispers, felt the weight of curious stares. I didn't care. For five years, I'd been the Rogue King, an exile, the man building an army for revenge, cold, distant and alone.

Pain shot through my body, “Help! Someone help me up! Get a healer too! Oh no...my baby...” My voice echoed through the hall, but no one came. That's when a voice thundered from the entrance, shouting at me. “Move aside! Make way for King Valtor North. King of all Rogues and ruler of Nytheris" The name made my stomach drop. My heart pounded as several figures approached until they stopped before me. I lifted my gaze and froze. The Rogue King stood before me. Beside him stood a woman draped in regal finery, every inch a queen.

“You want to know how I die, Nyx Varrow? You have to bleed me.” I kneel. His hand is cold. Prophet Kings don’t fight. They see. “You see the future. All of it?” “Most of it.” “Do I win?” He’s quiet. “You survive. That’s not the same thing.” I press the blade to his palm. “Do I save my sister?” “Bleed me and find out.” I cut. His blood is red and human. It hits the stone, and the world falls away. I’m on a battlefield at night. Rain. Theo stands in front of me, eyes still sewn shut, smiling despite the arrow in his chest. He holds me back with one hand on my stomach.

Having to stop him, I lunged forward and slammed myself in front of the door, blocking it with my entire body. “Stop.” Louis screeched to a halt. “Mila? What are you doing? Move! This is critical evidence!” “Do you have a death wish?” I lowered my voice, my face heavy with grief. “The Professor… is crying inside.” Vampires were pale by nature, but Louis somehow turned even whiter. He said, “You’re telling me the future werewolf king, who once ripped apart three lone werewolves with his bare hands, is crying? Are you insane, or am I hallucinating?”

He was that man that would do anything for his money. So the Rogue King rounded up an army and put them on standby, and still called the Alpha King to inform him that their deal was off, and that he would be keeping Clara to and for himself. He made sure to sound suggestive and ambiguous so that the Alpha King was left feeling very triggered and angry. The rogue King knew that he had the Alpha King right where he wanted him. And to ensure that Clara never left his side, he immediately ordered that she be brought to live with the rogues in his building. Nothing was going to deny him of his meal ticket.

After a while she gently frees herself, “I need to go, Zac is waiting.” “I love you, Evangeline.” I tell her. “I love you too,” With that, she steps outside, her wings unfolding like a tapestry of light. "Take care of her, LZ," she says, her voice carrying a promise of return. I watch her vanish, the light of her presence dimming as she disappears into the vibrant landscape. I'm left in this strange, beautiful sanctuary, tasked with protecting Clementine in a world that's both enchanting and utterly foreign.

Taking a step up onto the block I give the crowd around me a moment of silence before I speak. “We have lost twenty-three lives since Vanessa showed the witches what their potion could do. And believe me when I tell you I wanted to say them all. I was desperate to save them all. But within me I carry your King’s pup and I couldn’t risk its life more than I already have.” I lay my hand on my stomach while I speak about the life that is growing within me. “I know today may have been hard for some of you to watch, but I felt like each victim deserved some sort of vindication. War is coming. War with the covens is coming. While I cannot promise you there will not be any more deaths. I p

They didn't attack, but they were fully prepared to. Xavier stepped forward and despite the warning he gave before, Celia followed him. "I'm giving you guys a chance to revoke this protest, theirs no need for bloodshed, I'm already king, I've been king for years and no matter how hard you try, you will never get rid of me." He stopped in the very middle of the two parties, his hand in his pockets. "And the humans, I'd suggest you stick to your world just as we tried to stick to ours. Go back now, this isn't something to concern yourselves with." "We'll see about that!" From the back, a girl walked forward, holding a sign in her hand. "Where I'm from protesting is done differently, this a dem

“Rune…” Rose whispered while the distant noise of those trying to break into the underground structure continued. “The deaths of my older brothers weakened my father, and I got a chance to take his life.” “Why?” Rose frowned. “If your father was weakened, why did you kill him?” “That was the only way for me to be Alpha King. Had I hesitated, I would have lost to other wolves who were searching for a means to grab the Alpha seat.” Rose could not fathom that sort of desperation. Or should it be called need? So, she asked, “Was that what you wanted?”

I offered them the opportunity to stay within our pack, to become warriors who would train our members in their exceptional skills. The room fell into a hushed silence as the rogue leaders considered my proposition. The weight of their decision hung in the balance, the fate of our packs intertwined. After what felt like an eternity, one by one, they nodded in reluctant agreement, recognizing the potential for a new beginning. As the tension eased, a wave of relief washed over me. The pact had been formed, an alliance born from the ashes of conflict. It was a fragile bond, one that required patience, trust, and constant effort to nourish and uphold.