Way Of Kings Prologue Novels & Stories

I announce to them. And it feels ridiculous to say it out loud, but I don't know what else to say. The Rogues are gone. Cole is gone. The entire situation inside the Gala has been left behind, and yet I know that the moment we return, every single person there will want to know what happened to me, and that thought alone makes my stomach tighten. Alaric doesn't seem satisfied with my answer. "Warriors, follow them, capture the Rogue King and take as many captives as you can," he orders sharply as he turns to face his people behind him.

“We have to figure this out. There’s more to this prophecy than we understand.” “We know that the two of you are the keys to bringing this war to an end,” Priestess Adelaide finally spoke. She turned her kind eyes to me and smiled. “The moment you entered the village, the vision became clear to me. I was able to see it completely for the first time.” “The Alpha King told me that,” I began. “But I’m afraid I don’t understand. How can both of the prophecies be correct? Aren’t they contradictory?” “Not at all,” she replied. “It only makes sense that both sides would have to be involved in bringing the war to an end.”

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

I step back, passing control over to Caleb, as he is the one that controls most of our royal power, allowing me to rest. By resting I manage to hold on to a little of my energy, Caleb then gives me control back as I feel him weakening. We don't have much between us but need to finish this. I then lead us off of the stage down to where the rogues were strung up, I extend my claws and slash the first rogue across the throat, and I skip the next one allowing king Noah the honour of extending his claws and slashing his throat.

Chapter 5: Marriage II Third Person’s POV The bright yellow hue of the horizon mellowed to orange as the sun slowly hid in the embrace of the clouds. The grand manor of the Valerius king family stood at the central territory of the Rogue capital along with the Cavalier king family and the Sanguis king family. The central territory is home to the nobles, generals and the wealthy citizens at the top of the Rogue kingdom’s hierarchy. The black ivory walls of the grand manor shone with a repressed authority.

Lul and Antinuke had noises and went out to see what was going on, the princess stood outside the palace crying, she had been stoned with many rubbish, the people kept shouting, " finish what you started, oh ye witch, king Luku took her in and asked what she had came for, she answered that the fellowship was completed, and so the travel began instantly, though the warlock and Luku never believed themselves to be gods, but they just followed the plan, and went with them all the same, the gate of the place called end was at the back of the land called, the valley of sorcerers, and they knew it may be a small problem passing through the the land, they had turned their back on the land, and they

“Go on, please.” After a beat of hesitation, I do just that. “A wolf of shadow. He was the King of the Roguelands and waged war against the last of the Old Kings, King Kane. They united Eastonia under one crown, which now belongs to my cousin Maeve, the first full-blooded Firestone Witch to take the throne again after… but you know what I’m talking about, don’t you?” “The Great War,” he says softly, opening his eyes. “It’s just a legend.”

I asked, hating how my voice sounded breathless and eager, like a drowning person reaching for a lifeline. He smiled, and it transformed his harsh features into something devastating, dangerous beauty that should have sent me running. "My name is Roland Blackthorn, and I rule the Rogue Lands outside the city limits," he said, each word precise and weighted with meaning. "I need a queen, someone to stand beside me for three years and help legitimize my claim to territories that traditional packs want to steal, and in exchange, I will make you the wealthiest woman in Crescent City and give you the resources to destroy anyone who has hurt you."

“This bond will not cage you. It will not weaken you. And it will never be rejected.” I swallowed. “You don’t know that.” “I do,” he said. “Because I am not a pack Alpha.” My wolf stirred, suddenly alert. “What are you, then?” I whispered. “King.” The word echoed in my mind. Not just any king. The Rogue King. The ruler of the borderlands. The one whispered about in fear and awe. The Alpha who bowed to no council and no Goddess—except one. My knees weakened. “Impossible,” I breathed.

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.