Who Is The Soul King Novels & Stories

But instead, he swallowed it all, his body trembling as silent sobs wracked him. Ven, who had been buried in his research, finally noticed. He stood, his concern evident as he approached. “Kane?” But Kane barely registered his presence. His mind was spiraling. The informant—the person who had sent him the voicemail—had been with him all these years, chasing the same answers. It was none other than King’s brother. The one they all thought had died fifteen years ago. Kane’s breath hitched. He remembered the first time he met King. Kane had been only eight, and King was twelve. That day, Kane had gone to the playground, excited to play, only to find King sitting alone on a swing, silently cryin

Stephen said as he reached where I was standing and I nodded, sighing in sadness. Even if he's not going to have Heaven as his Luna, can he just be the normal moon king that we all know of? On getting to the private royal hall, he wasn't just there alone but with Jamie, and the wretched fools that call themselves brothers. Why would he summon me in the midst of this incarnate of demons? "My Prince." I bowed before him though he was looking lost in his left direction. He's now the King but calling him the Prince sounds better in my lips.

Evren picked up on the word 'treason' as the scent of charred wood pressing against his glands crept through his senses. “Your Majesty, please—my family… my daughter is but a month old_” “Your family?” The king interrupted with a calm ire, “You sold military routes to the southern rogue militants.” His voice was a deep, terrifying calmness that made Evren’s stomach roll. Even though the king hadn’t raised his voice, Evren felt every bit of danger in his words. “I made a mistake,” the noble lamented. “Thousands died for your mistake,” the king muttered.

The king had returned, not to lead the army, but to remind his general of the ultimate stakes. The war was no longer for a company. It was for a man’s soul. And Davidson Ekon, with the king’s whispered command ringing in his ears, would not, could not, fail. -------

“No!” All heads turned to the new voice. The Captain. Savage recognized. Deragan ducked a few branches to walk far enough in to join them. A hand outstretched to stay Tev. “Do not draw your weapon on him.” “Why?” Tev’s brow knitted. Phalanx sighed and stood. “Because he’s Savage Jack. The King of Assassins.” Tev still looked confused. He’s never heard of me. “If you pull that on me,” Savage nodded toward the hatchet. “I’ll kill you with it.”

I blame my father for betraying my mother and sleeping with the vile witch and having a child with her. That even brings me back to something, I have another brother, an elder brother, King Devaro Allen King, the illegitimate heir and an imposter, he is popularly known as the Puppet king cause while he has the title as king Alovia still rules mostly with the influence of her suppose marriage with my father the late king whose death was known to be a mysterious one through out the kingdom just as my mother queen Ivory but rumor has it that my mother was killed by Alovia and with this added information of how mother had us and had Davis take us away before Alovia killed her.

"If the King kills his mate... he doesn't save the land. He breaks his own soul." "Exactly," I said, pacing the length of the tent. I felt like there was fire under my skin. "The High Priest didn't want the King to be healed. He wanted the King to be a murderer. Think about it. If the King kills the one person meant to keep him balanced, he becomes a monster. He becomes a man filled with guilt and rage. And a man like that? He can't rule. He has to rely on the Priests for 'forgiveness.' He has to do whatever they say because they’re the only ones who can 'save' his soul."

I was the Dead Soul Anchor. The First King shrieked as his logic hit an infinite loop. He couldn't extract my son because I wasn't alive; he couldn't delete me because I wasn't dead. I was the glitch that locked the God in place. "Now, Leo!" my voice boomed—not from my throat, but from the very molecules of the room. "KILL THE DAWN!" Leo didn't hesitate. He inhaled the surge of power I was grounding for him. He released a Verdict. He slammed his small, gold-scarred hand into the King’s solar aperture.

do you mean Adesuna?" the King questioned with repulsion. "Yes my King, it is Ade..." "that little boy of yesterday." The King interrupted, "Adesuna is no big deal to me. I am an embodiment of the spirits of my father, 'I walked on the day that I was born' I will chop off Adesuna's head! the King bragged striking a spear on the ground, he said: "I am the Lion of the southern kingdoms.

They say if you do not look into a man's soul, you will never get to find out what is really in him. King Alvarez, a murderer, a man who killed his fated for an ambition that was worth a life to him, a man who saw his son as a rival because he holds so much power, a selfish ruthless man. As if on cue, King Alvarez meets my gaze, and with a boldness I never knew I possessed, I raise my glass of wine to him with a smirk. I hope you meet your doom, Alvarez Aspen.