Wow The Golden King Novels & Stories

"We are more than willing to fully refund every single gold coin Your Majesty paid for her. And double it." ​Silence. ​"Triple it," Varek pressed, his voice rising slightly. ​Still... Kael said absolutely nothing. ​Finally, Varek named an outrageous, astronomical sum of gold—an amount that could buy an entire village. "Name your price, King. I will pay it right now." ​Kael slowly rose from his obsidian throne. ​The heavy, rhythmic sound of his boots echoing across the stone floor made Varek grow visibly paler with every step. The Lycan King stopped only a few feet away from the trader, his towering, massive frame casting a long, terrifying shadow completely over the smaller man.

The king’s pheromones had become a suffocating blanket of burnt wood that heralded the king’s dominance into every crevice of Evren’s gland. “Leave us!” The king’s command resounded through the throne hall like a thunderclap. Within seconds, the throne hall emptied, leaving Evren standing with trembling knees before the Lycan Crown, every instinct in his body screaming for him to run, yet his feet remained rooted to the cold marble floor.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

Waving his hand, Lazarus dismissed the guy. “It is fine Lord Thomas, is she here?” Smiling Thomas nodded to him. “She is but right this moment she is refitting the King on his new clothes.” “Do you know how long it will be?” “She should almost be done.” While her father and Lord Thomas were chatting Jezzebelle looked off to her side and saw gorgeous necklaces and earrings, going over to the case she saw a gorgeous red ruby choker like necklace and a vampire bat hanging down from it. She was looking at it so much she didn’t realize the King had been starring at her from behind.

"If he displeases you, kill him! I will bring you another! Anyone you want!" "Look up." The command was absolute. The alpha aura rolling off the King was so heavy it felt like a physical weight pressing down on my lungs. I had no choice but to obey. I slowly lifted my head, trembling. King Kael was massive. He towered over me, his broad shoulders clad in dark, imposing armor. Thick, raven-black hair fell around his face, framing sharp, striking features. But it was his eyes that caught me and held me hostage. They were a brilliant, glowing gold.

My lungs burned, and my vision was swimming with golden spots that wouldn't fade. ​“We saw it, too,” Leo said, his face pale and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. “The Iron King. He’s not a wolf, Mama. And he’s not a man. He’s the one who stayed behind when the Architects left the first time. He's been waiting for them to come back.”

Long silk curtains hang in every corner, perfectly matching the glittering diamond and gold mozaics on the floor "It's not called golden because of the walls," Tamara explains. "But because any woman that passes it has a golden future." It really looks like the stuff dreams are made of. At the end of the Golden Path, two huge doors engraved with the names of all past kings stand alone, guarded by two warriors. Lady Tamara shows them the little note that she received earlier and they nod, opening the doors. "Welcome, Your Grace. The king is waiting for you." When they step inside, Astrid holds her breath. She doesn't understand why, but her entire body feels electrified.

He said and smiled when his eyes met hers again and she paused her lips as if she had been wanting to say something. "Today we took it back!" "Yes, Yes." "We took it back." "They couldn't stand a chance against our King. He slit the throat of the Tyrant and killed the people that tormented us. He killed our killers and he'll live a happy life. Long live the King!" The first man yelled, and the others soon joined him. "Long live the King." "And then he stopped with his hand gestures and he sighed. "From this day forward, I King take Princess La Reine as my Slave." TBC

her to the main part of the palace, if by escort, it meant to be practically dragged along by her arms as their much longer legs ate up the distance between her room and the king’s throne room. When Akari entered, she saw Davos on his throne, a large golden affair. Gold was the standard on Werewolf, and not diamonds. Diamonds on their Kingdom were too common to be precious. Davos and Beatrice both glared at her, the looks on their faces cold and unforgiving. Meanwhile, Nikolai, who sat on his father’s right, gazed at her steadily, his expression hard to read.

“This…” Simultaneously, Florian was also stunned as he looked closely at the golden Internal Alchemy Elixir. He was so emotional that he could not speak clearly, “Th-this is the Wolf King’s golden Internal Alchemy Elixir?” Florian could not hide how stunned he was. He looked around and said, “Everyone, His Majesty has ordered anyone who could obtain the Wolf King’s golden Internal Alchemy Elixir; it would be worth 800 regular Internal Alchemy Elixirs.”