Wow The Golden King Novels & Stories

Elara was on her feet in seconds, blade drawn. Rhys sprinted ahead. “North watch!” Ten Iron Claw warriors were on the ground, their skin blackened, eyes melted. And above them, floating like a fever dream, was a man wrapped in shadowsteel robes, a gold crown fused to his skull. “The King.” They called. He didn’t speak. He only raised his hand and the trees behind them exploded with chaos and fame. Elara ducked as a branch whipped past her head. Lyra slammed into her, bleeding from the scalp.

All wore matching masks. For my jewellery, I apparently didn't have a choice. Luzo grabbed several pieces from a bag and I frowned at her. "The King insisted you wear this." She said with a glint in her eyes. I looked at the golden pieces she had in her hands. A small golden necklace which made my whole outfit look elegant, several golden bracelets and a golden ring with a blue diamond. It was fitted around my ring finger and looked exactly like a wedding ring. "The King is so generous. No other woman received jewellery." Guela dreamily said.

The woman looked at the blade momentarily and then scrolled to Albert, who stood proudly before everyone in the form of a dashing golden wolf. "It turns out that the rumours were true. The Goldenwolf exists. He is a werewolf with an immortal soul. The king of all werewolves," Judith said. The woman knelt, saluting Goldenwolf. All the werewolves were hypnotised. One by one, they knelt before the Alpha, bowing to the majesty of Goldenwolf, the King of all werewolves.

Pete whispered to Khloe, referring to the guards who were in a plane grey and light brown attire. "I seek the King!" Khloe responded. "I am Khl..." Before Khloe could say her name and introduce the other two to the man standing before them, Another voice interrupted. A man walked out from a misty room beside the throne that was places high up before them. His head was endowed with a golden crown with shards of 'Taafeite' and more diamonds. "Okay, I think in have seen enough diamonds here today." Pete whispered. "Like you own one!" Maria savaged, not even bothering to glance at Pete who stared daggers at her.

I was a king, a king was strong. My head tipped up slowly but surely. My eyes went past the broad shoulders with a golden pin, that looked so rich, holding up the robes this male creature was wearing. His neck was tall and sculptured to perfection. Even it could just have a person cry with how perfect it was. It was tall, seeing the sharp jaw, already knowing the creature had been blessed by the Gods. My eyes went higher but I could not continue. It felt wrong in so many ways, my eyes staying on his well defined chin. I was ashamed but I could not stare any more further, it was not right.

The remaining swords of kingship became quiet under the radiation of this golden light wave before they turned into points of light and dissipated in the air. Even Fulton’s wobbly sword of kingship dissipated in an instant under the radiation of this golden light wave. Everyone raised their eyes to the sky! In the sky, only this huge golden sword of kingship was left. The five-color gems on it glowed strangely. Gold King! It was actually the Gold King!

the king grunted to no one in particular. The kings face was rough with face hair scattered all over. His beard was quite bushy. He was clothed in expensive apparel. His shirt and trousers were identical teal green wears with pieces of embroidery at the ends. The crown on his head was very shiny and from where they stood in the middle of the room, Kurt could already tell that it was made out of pure gold. His queen studied them for a while before she spoke. "Which of you is Alaric?" she asked. Her voice was as cold as the freezing winter breeze.

"Show him." Valen looked up at me. "The trick?" "The trick." Valen turned to the King of the West. He didn't raise his hand. He just opened his mouth and screamed. It wasn't a sound. It was a pulse. A wave of pure, golden force exploded from his small body. It didn't hit the people. It hit the gold. Every piece of gold on the platform, Solas’s crown, his rings, the hilt of his sword, and the embroidery on the Elite’s uniforms, suddenly grew hot. White hot.

He was tall, much taller than any man I had ever seen, with shoulders so broad that they seemed to fill the doorway, and dark hair that fell across his forehead in waves that looked like spilled ink, and a jaw so sharp it could have been carved from stone. But it was his eyes that stopped my heart, because they were gold, burning gold, like the sun had been trapped inside his skull and was trying to escape, and when those eyes swept across the room, every noble bowed their head, because even the bravest among them could not meet the king's gaze. I had expected a monster, something ancient and twisted, or something that looked like the nightmares I had when I was a child and my stepmother loc

Just power a suffocating wave of it that hit like a storm. My head snapped up, instinct overriding fear. And there he was. The King. Massive. Taller than any man I’d ever seen. Broad-shouldered and draped in black armor with faint red lines that seems to move, like they were alive. His hair was ink-dark, swept back to reveal a face carved from shadow and wrath. And his eyes— Gold. Fully, terrifyingly gold. The wolf was at the surface. Every muscle in my body screamed to look away, but I couldn’t. Because those eyes, those beautiful eyes, were trained on me.