Wow The Golden King Novels & Stories

I replied looking as guilty as possible, until I looked at the King directly before we both started to laugh at our little running joke between us. Out of the corner of my eye I see the Queen rolling her eyes at us both whilst we laughed some more at her reaction, “are you two ever going to over this joke?” She says in an annoyed but slightly amused tone, both me and the King shook our heads in unison replied “nope”. She then walked up to me so gracefully like she was floating on the ground and not just walking pulling me into a hug before letting me go to sit down on the sofa next to her and the King. ‘She is stunning’ I thought to myself as I looked in the direction of where both are sitti

Frowning at the scene in front of him, something caught the attention of master Xavier as then he became confused there then. “Gold?” Master Xavier uttered while looking ahead, laid on the table on the other side of them were heavy gold presented in display. Being decorated on huge trays of 11, gold bars shined brightly. As if those were gifted by someone as a formality? Such gestures mostly happens in the case of marriages... “Right, those are sent by King Louis!” Prince Rogan shrugged off with a light chuckle as master Xavier looked back at his boon friend only to see him owning an easy mood.

"Long live the King! Long Live Queen Mother!" Everyone, including those at the high table stood up and bowed deeply. They all repeated; "Long live the King!" "Long Live Queen Mother!" Out of everyone in the hall, only Ron raised his head slightly to see the King and his breath was taken away. Zedekiel looked regal in his black and gold robes. The golden threads were woven within the black, creating the pattern of dragons. His smooth skin, white as snow was a beautiful sharp contrast with the black, giving him an other worldly presence. His silver wavy hair was let loose, gently grazing his shoulder. The cold looking silver crown atop his head with the red ruby in the middle made him look lik

I lowered my voice while scanning the other eleven guards. “ You have to be presented in front of His Majesty right after you get there. ” He informed. “ His Majesty? ” I scrunched my nose. “ Who? ” His eyes widened slightly. The other few guards glanced our way as the carriage kept moving. “ Alpha King of the West. ” He answered after a suspense-filled pause. He was talking about Striker Skoldolfr—the Obsidian-eyed, scarred King. “ Oh. ” I nod my head. “ I am nervous. That’s why I am forgetting things. ”

The man yelled from the back of the room and that's when I knew that we're going live right now. "And we're back ladies and gentlemen! Here on today's Selina Beauty Show, we have a special guest with us. Let's give a wonderful round of applause to Miss Shay Falcon everybody! A.K.A San Francisco's Golden Girl!" The crowd starts to applaud in an excited way and I flashed a smile at the camera being rolled nearby. "Welcome Shay, how you feeling?" Selina asked me with a smile. "I'm good, thank you for having me."

In the end, you decide to hear him out. Letting go of Yvon's arm, you bring your hands up and cross them over your chest while giving Dyan a hard stare. The latter throws his hand towards the direction of the man who bit your neck first and says. "That's Prince Aziel Basileus." Next, he gestures towards the man with dimples. "Lionell Draziw, the greatest wizard in the realm. Yvon, and I'm Dyan. The reason why we brought you here is because we think you're in grave danger."

Zephyr brought up the rear, his silver eyes scanning for any sign of pursuit. The golden wall shattered. The sound echoed through the chasm—a deafening, crystalline crash that reverberated off the stone walls. I felt the shockwave ripple up the staircase, nearly throwing me from my feet. I looked down. The King was on his knees. The guards were pouring through the shattered remains of the barrier, their blades raised, their masks gleaming in the dim light. But the King was not finished. He rose. His body was fading—translucent, flickering like a dying candle. But his eyes were still burning. He raised his hands, and a new wave of golden light erupted from his chest, expanding outward like a

The weight of the crown was a cold, familiar pressure against Kaelen’s brow, but today it felt heavier, more oppressive. He stood before the grand floor-to-ceiling window of his study, his gaze sweeping over the sprawling, snow-dusted forests of his kingdom. From here, he was a god. The Alpha of all Alphas, the Lycan King whose word was law, whose power could level mountains and command armies. Yet, as he stared out at the vast, silent world he ruled, he had never felt more trapped.

Her mother looked at Lorrie in genuine, stunned speechlessness. The First King, however, threw his head back and began to laugh—a loud, booming sound of dark victory. "PERFECT! BEAUTIFUL! You finally embraced the true darkness required to wear the crown! You are the Mafia Queen!" "I am his wife," Lorrie growled, pointing a golden hand at the King. "And I am going to tear your head from your shoulders." "Are you?" the King sneered. The giant obsidian Gate behind him suddenly blew off its hinges!

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.