Blade King Novelas e Histórias

he said. Queen Tamara’s brows raised with a nod and she clench the king’s muscled arm slightly feeling it against her chest “I got my powers back” she whispered. “What? You can see visions again?” He asked with disbelief. Queen Tamara nodded in response and the King fell on his knees sobbing profusely. He pulled the queen closer and rested his head on her stomach. King Blade was an Alpha of a fallen pack, taken down by nightwalkers and the shame of being the only survivor made him so despicable, depressed, and angry. Roaming the jungle for years waiting for death to take him.

Emily saw Drake’s shadow behind the rouge prince in just a snap. She smiled devilishly. “Oh, if you don’t want to be dead, drop your gun and never touch my son,” she said coldly. “Who are you to order me around? Do you want me to drop my gun? Then release my parents and let us escape. “ The chamber was cold, dark, and dangerous. They are royalty inside, but Emily is waiting for Drake to move and save their son. “I am the alpha king of Blue Moon,” Drake stated, which made the prince stumble and be shocked.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Blade’s command had emboldened him to drag me into whatever hellhole they intended. Dontrell stood tall, brushing off his shirt as though nothing had happened. His voice was calm, but his words carried the weight of thunder. "Seems the time I left this house made you all forget your place. I’m Dontrell Blade, the most feared kingpin in the United States, Scotland, San Diego, and anywhere! If I don’t want something to happen, it doesn’t. Not my father, not anyone, can force my hand. And if anyone thinks otherwise, they’ll answer to me.”

My mate says his oath, to protect and love me for the rest of his life. Another priest brings out a knife and a white shining bowl with the queen's crown along with him, he picked up the crown and held it high for everyone present to see. The priest wore the crown on my head and proclaim me the queen, he hangs the knife over me. "I, Queen Mia Divas Blake, the queen of the cold blood pack solemnly swear by my blood that I will protect my people from danger and from Ill fate people who bring danger and threatens to my kingdom and my people" I speak loudly as I cut my palm.

“That’s right. It’s me.” Blake burst into a peal of laughter. “Do you know my biggest wish, James?” James asked, “What is it?” “To kill you!” Blake roared. He went berserk and charged at James. However, he could not move further than an inch no matter how hard he tried. Only then did James notice that Blake’s limbs were chained. Nevertheless, Blake was relentless. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you! All these years, I’ve dreamt of killing you. Back then, when you captured me, you were still a little-known general. Now, you’re one of the five commanders-in-chief and the Dragon King…”

"Hopefully, with all the mistakes you have made and experiences you have, you will be a better parent to your son and our baby. You need urgent rest. I see you falling sick any moment from now. I'm taking you back to the hotel room. We will talk about your son and family later." "There is one more thing you need to know about me." Bryan frowned. "You used to be a stripper, prostitute, kidnapper, drug dealer? I don't care about your past. All that matters is the present and future." "I am Blade." Kim revealed. Bryan comes down from the quad bike. "You are who? Stop this joke, it's not funny. You know how much I hate Blade."

Samael has made a spell for communication. He is talking to my grandmother inside a magic bubble, making me question his species once more. Are dragon-shifters truly capable of magic designed for witches and warlocks? "I'm sorry, you know." Blake steps forward and picks up my interest with the hint of a smile playing over his lips. He has taken off the clown costume and is showcasing his killer physique. His cologne is drifting in the wind. I'm not sure what brand it is, but whatever it is, smells fantastic.

“No, this… this is something else.” The King crossed the clearing in a single stride—impossible, inhumanly fast. Blake instinctively stepped between him and Aria, his wolf flashing in his eyes despite the trembling in his hands. “Stay back,” Blake warned, voice breaking. The King didn’t even look at him. He raised one hand lazily. A wave of shadow burst from his palm and slammed into Blake like a physical blow. Blake was flung backward across the clearing, hitting the dirt with a choked gasp.

The whispers immediately turned even louder. Vanessa, who was quietly watching from the side, suddenly stood up and approached Blake. She put on her sweetest smile and said with a voice that was like dripping honey, "Did you come to witness my inauguration?" "I'm Vanessa Baker. L-Lycan King Bluke... please take c-care of me in the future," Vanessa softly said before offering her hand. Blake stared at Vanessa's outstretched hand. Then, he sneered before walking past her and finding a seat to sit down on. The banquet hall turned awkwardly silent. Vanessa's face flushed, appearing a little embarrassed, but she kept smiling.