Hero King 소설 & 이야기

Shasha asked as she knew he couldn't break his decision. Master Hero dialled his phone and few minutes a knock at the door. He opened and Henzo with the bodyguard came in. "Mommy! Mommy!" Henzo shouted as he came running toward his mother. "Henzo, my baby," Shasha's sad voice. "I ride a horsey!" little Henzo blurted out giggling and happy. "You did?" Shasha smilingly said even though she was in pain inside her heart. Master Hero immensely staring at the mother and son. He felt delighted but a part of him was jealous of the father of Hero whoever he was.

He mumbled, "Perhaps his father and mother planned to kill the Youkai King long ago. God of Thunder Rey de Los Lobos and God of Metal Dragón de Hierro are nonetheless two gods at the top of the heavens, although they do not use their strength to fight every day, their strength is still unlike that of ordinary people. The Youkai King is not strong enough to be their opponent. He used all his strength to block a single blow from the two gods, but his body was seriously injured.

Serena asked as she raised her hand to his head and took the crown off. “No.” Axl shook his head disapprovingly. He raised a hand towards the audience and his voice boomed across hell, “None of you will join this. For today, this will be the very eventful day the hell must remember. This fight must be remembered and passed on from generation to generation on how King Axl defeated his younger brother. Royal blood against royal blood, power against power, and brother against brother… We fight until you die.” Unwanted chills run down Emily’s spine as she heard Axl’s words. She prayed that Lucius would win. She sensed Olivia walking up to her side as they both, together with the audience, watche

He pointed the sword at the fallen King's face. "There's nothing you can do, Valor. This forest is mine! I will own everything you own," said the victorious King. Hate and anger are evident in his voice. When the King drew his sword to sink completely into the neck of his opponent, it immediately preceded him. It happened fast. Their position reversed. King Valor grabbed the sword next to it and quickly buried it in front of the enemy's chest as he flew his sword. "That's enough of your greed, Hellion!" The King who was the winner is now gradually overthrown. He was called Hellion. Then he is King Hellion.

The crowd fell silent, anticipating his next words. "You all witnessed this warrior's competence with your own eyes. His splendid prowess must have roused your curiosity. I am certain you all are eager to know who he is, where did he come from and what is his origin. What if I tell you he is one of us. What if I tell you he is our light, our hope for a better future. What if I tell you he is the son of our beloved late King Kyda," commotion ensued among the crowd the moment Herones spoke the last words. Herones continued to speak through the chaos.

"I know. He is the best swordmaster on the continent, a hero who defeated the Golden Dragon." I bowed my head and answered everything I knew about him. "A hero?" the queen sneered, repeating my words, "A knight who hates the royal family, and when he defeats the Golden Dragon, what do you think he'll do next?" "I don't know." "You said you didn't know!" The queen dropped a glazed cup in anger, the shards falling all around me.

I felt Athena pressing closer to the surface of my consciousness as we approached. ‘Justice today,’ she growled, her anticipation a hot coal in my chest. ‘Blood for blood.’ The herald's staff struck the floor three times, the sound echoing through the vast chamber beyond. "His Royal Majesty, Alpha King Lukas Volkov, and Her Royal Majesty, Luna Queen Amelia Volkov."

Across the reception area, through the clusters of guests and swaying couples, a man stands watching me. Even from this distance, I know who he is. Arthur Slater. The new Alpha King. He's tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a charcoal suit that fits perfectly. Dark hair, sharp features, and an aura of command that makes everyone give him space without realizing they're doing it. But it's his eyes that hold me frozen—silver, piercing, seeing too much. Our gazes lock, and the world narrows to just this moment. The mate bond slams into me like a physical force, stealing my breath. Heat floods my body, my wolf suddenly alert and awake in a way she hasn't been since I left Moonridge.

His voice echoed with a hint of admiration, as if the mere mention of Samarth's name commanded respect. The mention of the chief commander sparked a memory in King Agnil's mind, and he recalled the face of his loyal servant, Kenaz. As he gazed at Samarth, he noticed the striking resemblance to his father. The young warrior's rugged features seemed chiseled from the very stone of battle, exuding raw power and danger. His meadow-green eyes, sharp as a hawk's, gleamed with a fierce intensity that commanded attention.