Novel & Cerita Wizard King

Kael Ashveyn is no ordinary dragon king; alpha blood runs through his veins, a legacy from the mother who broke tradition to love a wolf. So when the mate bond drags him to Sable Windmere, a weak, powerless omega from the territories his court despises, his pride refuses to accept her. He humiliates her, ignores her, treats her as beneath him until the bond forces something in him to notice every time she's hurt, every time she's disrespected, every time she flinches. His wolf won't let it go, even as his dragon fights to. Slowly, unwillingly, Kael starts to change. And Sable, who has spent her life believing she deserves nothing, starts to wonder if the king who once discarded her might be

He thought he had hidden enough, but he couldn't believe that his eyes had accused out. Jame's hands clenched my neck, despite the thin skin peeling off. I made a successful bet. Jame had a love for King David. He's a brave Alpha and will fall in love with another Alpha. Or rather, he's just like me. It's all alpha masquerading, not purebred wolves. I realized this every time the king invaded the territory. James alone is allowed to take care of David. He kicks everyone out. More importantly, every time looks at David, Jame always exudes cheerful pride. It is not the same as the feeling of worshiping the superior.

my uncle questioned once the man had closed the doors. He turned to me. “How do you know about Simoa and I?” “She showed me the memory of the day Eligor marked her,” I told him. “Who are you exactly?” Pixie asked. When the man wasn’t saying anything, my uncle took over. “His name is Brennus, King of Advalur. Theirs is the dimension of the most powerful wizards throughout. He’s the most purely powerful wizard there is.” “What do you mean purely powerful?” my mate asked.

**************************************************************************************** Morning came, and the three of us got ready and journeyed into the gigantic gates of Azra. We did some asking around for Arkalis, luckily for us... he is a really famous wizard at Azra so he wasn't hard to find. Apparently from what I heard, he is the king's special Wizard. "Wait here, I will inform Arkalis the wizard of your presence." A guy who I think might be a slave cause of the way he looks, said to the three of us then exists the big chamber. Christian, Freya and I not knowing what to do just waited. It didn't take so long for the slave guy to return and this time he had a really old man following

Prince Kai’s eyes were an icy blue. He didn’t smile as he neared us, and a hush fell over us as a group. “Welcome, recruits,” he said, and his voice was smooth and deep. Not at all the raspy gravel of my Fated Mate. “I want to thank you for leaving your homes in order to serve us here at the palace. I expect you all to work hard while you train so that we may welcome you as official Royal Guards.” His eyes scanned the crowd, and when he landed on me, my muscles seized. I dropped my face, trying not to avoid eye contact. It’s not him, I told myself. It’s not him. It’s not him. It’s. Not. Him.

“The Crown is not yours. You are reckless.” Zalindra’s eyes narrowed. The flame around her pulsed faster, flickering across the shadows that stretched from the Elders. “I do not presume. I know. And you…” she gestured to the balcony, her voice ringing so that even the lowest guard in the hall could hear her “you will not stop what is already in motion. You will obey me because I am your Queen, not because you fear me. You will obey because it is right.”

And if she whispered my name again— I would be listening. Not as a king. Not as a strategist. But as the dragon who had chosen her. And would choose her again. Fully. When the time came

The king and queen descended the stairs of their mansion. They both were beautiful, he with long flowing silver hair and piercing silver eyes. The king was tall with broad shoulders and his elven features He wore a robe made of silver material, with some kind of armour underneath. The queen wore a long flowing dress of lavender velvet, with a golden belt just below her waist. Her dark red curls flowed almost to her knees. The same pair of blue-green eyes looked upon Madchen as she watched them approach her.

I laugh. She blush and return to her seat. "Nanaboozhoo?" I yelled on the counter. As a flash, King was besides me. "Don't go inside. Call the cops." He says with his eyes red. Literally red. "What?!" I asked, afraid. "Ziigwan, listen to me. Call the Sheriff. I'll go inside. Do you trust me?" He looks deep into my eyes. His eyes red as blood. All the black gone.

The day went by smoothly with both kingdoms heavily prepared for the war. The Wizards kingdom was very much prepared than the latter. Having the head of council, Master Medellin as their leader they set to the boundary planting traps and spies everywhere. The next day the kingdom was in mourning. The villagers where asked to lock themselves in their house or any secret inn. The prince tried to assure them that all was in control but the pathetic faces they all wore made him really weak. "People of Medusa." Prince Jeiel said addressing the huge crowd of people gathered around him.