Wow The Golden King Novels & Stories

I rushed to him. “Kael!” His eyes opened. Silver. Real. “Lyra…” I grabbed his face. “You're back.” He smiled weakly. “For now.” My heart sank. “What do you mean?” He looked past me. I turned. The First King was staring directly at us. Then he raised one hand. The broken pieces of the golden crown floated into the air. They began forming something new. Not a crown. A doorway. A black doorway opened behind him. And beyond it…

The ginkgo tree gave a shudder, even without any wind, and a golden fruit fell from the top, coming down on the head of the Human King. The Human King stretched out a hand, overjoyed to receive his harvest. But his fingertips barely grazed the golden fruit when it exploded with a deafening boom and a huge, blinding rush of golden light poured forth. "ARRRGHHH!" screamed the Human King, blasted off the tree. He crashed to the ground, clutching his maimed hand. Not one of his fingers were left, his hand now a bloody stub with his bones peeking amongst the deep-red mess.

But I couldn't believe that I could hear their conversation. King Zeus had the most beautiful and the rarest wolf. His wolf was golden like the Golden rays of the sun. King Zeus' eyes were golden. I had once seen his wolf. King Zeus wanted to introduce us to each other. I could never forget that name. His wolf's name was Zaric. King Zeus snapped his fingers twice in front of me to pull me out of the oceans of my thoughts. "Am I allowed to kiss you, my Queen?" King Zeus asked me in a nervous tone while he was staring into my eyes. It turned out, I zoned out while the process ended. And the priest had finally allowed us to kiss. Not that we needed his permission.

​They were molten gold. ​Seraphina’s breath hitched. The black wolf. The immense size, the scent of ash and cedarwood that now rolled off the royal entourage, the piercing, intelligent golden gaze—it was him. The wounded wolf in the woods hadn't been a rogue. It had been the High Alpha King himself. ​As Kaelor stepped into the center of the courtyard, his overwhelming aura flared, a silent, authoritative command that swept across the ranks. ​Kneel.

The truck rolled through. And then— I felt him. Not visually. Not consciously. Felt. A vibration rolled low through my bones. Deep. Ancient. Commanding. My breath caught. Not fear. Not exactly. Awareness. I stepped down from the truck carefully, adjusting my hat lower out of habit. The courtyard was wide and disciplined. Guards positioned with northern precision. No wasted movement. And there— At the center of it— The King. Aurelion. He was taller than Kaelith.

He never let go of my hand. When we got to the forest, the young alpha crouched behind some shrubs and motioned for me to do the same. I followed suit. "Stay here," he ordered. "My horse is on the other side of the forest. I'll get my horse and circle back to you, but you mustn't leave this spot." "I won't leave this spot." I promised, but he shook his head. "No," he said. "Those people will kill you without feeling remorse if they find out you're here. Swear it. Upon the Moon Goddess."

The King halted his abrasive attitude upon seeing Rowan calmly walk towards the centre of the creamy hall. The floors and walls were shining, opulent marble, showing off the werewolf King’s wealth to any that entered. Everything about the high ceiling hall revealed their extravagant taste and riches. The thrones the King and Queen sat on were made of gold, extending to two statues of wolves on either side by their feet with ruby red eyes, the jewels sparkling. “Harold, you may go,” Alpha King Titan waved the man off. “An urgent matter has turned up.” The man, Harold, bowed his head and glared at Rowan as he passed and left the hall.

Ardina dodged very quickly. The King of the Hereafter was furious that his catch failed to make him imprisoned. Ardina ran from the right side towards the King of the Hereafter and attacked again. But the King of the Hereafter does not remain silent to face the woman who has ruined the Hereafter. The King of the Hereafter threw the rope made of gold. It is said that the rope has the power to make the creatures in that world want the golden rope. But no one can get that special gold rope. Only the King of the Hereafter managed to get it.

Concern washing over me I looked to my left to ask Elirond what was going on, but what I found was this tall, intimidating, force of a man on his knees, his arms outstretched on the floor. "The Golden Queen has returned!"

He was captivated by the waterfalls that he failed to notice that someone was behind him. “welcome to the golden city”, uttered the voiced from behind him. Adam turned around and saw a tall good looking old man with a crown. He must be the King. His clothe was made of beautiful silk with limes stones. His crown has four big diamonds with different color. Adam was caught in surprised. He didn’t know what to do. “it’s been a long time since we have another guest”, the King uttered. “really, but why? Your place was stunning”, Adam replied.