Blade King の小説・ストーリー

After clapping his hands twice, two bald and bully figures walked out from among the crowds and stood obediently on both sides of Prince Dominic. "Oh, let me to introduce you to my two royal knights. On my right, he is called Draco, and to my left, he is Blade. I believe my men would like to play with yours." As he spoke, the men buldged their muscles, their eyes staring down Jake's two companions. "You've already pissed me off for trying to stop the wedding, it's time the two of us settle this account." Swoosh As he spoke, Prince Dominic picked up a long sword from one of his defeated soldiers.

He said. "It seems like the best idea right now but I know my brother, he isn't trustworthy." "From what I know and have heard about Blade, i'm pretty sure that he is a man of his word. If he makes an oath, I'm sure he wouldn't break it." "I know that, Harry and i've even tried to make him swear on it but he now claims to be Christian and sees swearing as 'ungodly'." Harrison's mouth quivered for some seconds and after he burst out into laughter. "You've got to be kidding! If Blade Ferguson is Christian, then I'm the pope."

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Doria, Nikolas's lover, was the only one who seemed to be struggling to hide her dislike for me. In the room, it was like I didn't exist anymore to Nikolas. His undiluted attention was focused on his mother. So were most of his cutting remarks. If I didn't know better. I would never believe the duo were a mother and son. I knew Nikolas was rather infamous for his ruthlessness in business world. Not to mention that my sister had suffered from that foul attitude, but I believed it was nothing compared to his nastiness towards his mother. I would have actually felt some semblance of pity for Lilika Sica if the woman wasn't such a spitfire herself. She had the perfect clap back for every of Niko

Instead, Blade was wearing his regular t-shirt, biker jacket, black jeans and boots and his grand finale was a king's robe and a damn crown. How big could his ego be, for him to walk around believing he's the king or some special being? He chuckled at the look on my face and I scowled. "It should be illegal to have an ego that big," I say with scorn still eyeing his crown. I met his deep green eyes and he grinned a boyish grin looking completely amused. "What can I say, sweetling, the ladies love me," he boasts. I reply with reproach, "then they must be brain dead."

The air choked of mystery, and though the window curtains were drawn close, the eerie sound of silence could still be heard from outside. "Throughout history, the blood kings have always been blessed with tremendous power. They get that power after a specific amount of blood has been spilled, and that is why, right from a young age, the next generation is strictly trained for war. The more people they have killed, the more power they unlock. When their power becomes activated, they feast on blood and destroy everything in their path; hence the name Blood King. "So why do we need a bride?" Calhoun asked. "You need to find the woman with who you feel a connection. When you find her, you both w

Either way, the best way to keep a group of people of the same rank from splitting apart is to push out a fictional enemy piece. Recently, Bridget Elain's name has skyrocketed. The movie "When is the snow falling?" in which he starred, has just won the prestigious Leone d'Oro award this year. This online game company invites him to act as an actor. The principal was indeed very wise. But the models aren't talking about this, they're whispering that Bridget Elain's perfume is completely thanks to sacrificing the lower half of his body to serve Zelda Clare of CDEA, the number one entertainment company in the world. Moreover, Zelda Clare not only enjoyed but also dragged Bridget along to treat

Luke’s father went back to stand by Luke’s mom while Luke stayed forward, and I went to join him. The priest, once again, handed me the knife. I cut a slit down my other hand and handed the knife to Luke who did the same. I spoke into the microphone. “I, Blake Wulfric, elect Lucas Hemming as my beta, to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside me.”

And today was just a simple welcome banquet, offering almost nothing in the way of advantage. I wondered silently what Blake had come for, but I kept a polite smile on my face and took my glass as I walked toward him. Officially, he was the Alpha of the Nyctilux Pack. Personally, he was Aria's brother. I couldn't afford to be careless. I raised my glass to him, keeping my tone measured and showing just the right amount of surprise. "I didn't expect to see you here tonight, Mr. Lancaster," Blake arched a brow. "I had an invitation. Am I not welcome, Ms. Kingsley?"

For a moment, he looks almost ethereal, a warrior’s spirit blazing within his small frame. Luka moves with a speed and precision that shouldn’t be possible, a wild, instinctual reaction driven by the godly power flowing through him. In one swift motion, he grabs the king’s wrist, twisting with a strength that belies his size. My father’s grip falters, the blade clattering to the ground, and Luka reaches to his back like I’ve done countless of times before. He brings forth a glowing blue sword and with one strike, one swift slice of the blade, the king’s head rolls away from his body.