Human King の小説・ストーリー

It was the King's second-in-command. "All hail Alpha King Kael!" Everyone scrambled to their knees. Everyone except me. I lay in a pool of my own blood, but I forced myself to look up. A man strode into the hall. He was well over six feet tall, with black hair and eyes of gold. He radiated absolute power and authority. Alpha King Kael. His gaze swept across the hall, finally landing on me. When he saw the state I was in, his golden eyes instantly turned blood-red.

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

Rage tore through him instantly and he couldn’t breathe. She danced between two Species males, too close not to avoid brushing against them, and as he watched, she placed her hands on the chest of the one facing her. Justice drew in air to his starving lungs, a haze of red nearly blinded him and he remained frozen. Humans were present, the entire task team, some of the staff they’d kept on at Homeland and the medical personnel, including the new doctor. He forced his body to relax. It took every ounce of his control not to lunge out of the

They all bowed again, exiting the royal hall one after the other. Lucifer left his throne to the room where he had buried his wife’s body. He shifted the cover of the coffin box, staring sorrowfully at the decayed body in it. Selena was his wife since the day he took after his father, The Devil. And for a thousand years, she has ruled the kingdom alongside him. He has never stopped mourning her, and he believes that one day she will come back to him. And now that he can feel her presence, he will stop at nothing to bring her back home. . . back to himself.

I get under the cover and within a minute, I doze off. I awoken with the sound of my door closing. I jump out of bed from the fear of being attacked by rogues again, my heart beating fast I look around the room to see if there's anyone else but there's no one. I sigh when I see a pair of sweatshirt and jean placed neatly on my bed. I take the clothes with me to the bathroom, The brush I used the other night is placed where I dropped it on the counter. I brush my teeth and change into the fresh pair of clothes. There's a nock on the door, I walk towards it and open it. The King is standing there, dressed in a pair of dark blue suit. His brown hair gel to perfection, not a strand out of place.

There was silence in our living room as we sat thinking of what the morrow would bring. The time for the annual tribute had come. Every year, fifteen halfbreeds from the South, East and West were sent to the capital in the North. This was done to show loyalty to the King of the Alphas. Alpha King Alcius Thane. Unbeatable in strength and Wisdom, he was basically a god. A direct descendant of the moon goddess. A Lycan.

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.

Then suddenly, a blast of horn cut through the crowd, instantly silencing the noise. "All rise for His Supreme Majesty, King Xerxes and Her Majesty, Queen Valera!" Everyone immediately rose to their feet and bowed. I looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who had sired the Commander. He looked nothing like Draven. They shared no resemblance whatsoever. King Xerxes was undeniably a good looking man, possessing the sharp bone structure common among high ranking dragons. Despite being centuries old, he still looked impossibly young like he was barely fifty.

Her few days with The Road Devils had already made Jo re-evaluate assumptions made based on appearance. “You know it, sugar,” he growled and then turned his attention to Jo. “Hi. I’m King.” You sure as hell are. Oh my and dear Lord above. “Hi,” Jo squeaked as those intense gray eyes saw her whole; it was like the man had x-rays in his face and Jo knew that exactly zero got past him. As she took his hand, she felt something cool and hard and she glanced down to see that King had numerous thick, heavy silver rings. Idly and briefly, she wondered if they doubled as knuckle-dusters, decided that she didn’t really want to know. “I’m Jo.”