Human King 소설 & 이야기

The king asked as he peered at the man before him. No longer looking old with those white hair on his head,Conan whose real name is Hugo was now looking like a man in his early forties as he sat there "I am still so healthy and strong to be in your service,I owe you my life and wish to serve you to my last days" The king nodded with a profound smile "you have been paying for that over the years,you did a great job when you left Hagrid years ago,it's been long,I'd love for you to rest and bore more children with your wife,"

A man clad in robes stormed out of the crowd, pointing and yelling to Harvey. “You dare to barge in Star Chaebol’s turf and act so boorishly! You’ve got balls!” Swish! But before this man could finish speaking, Harvey had already stepped forward and slapped him. The man’s complexion changed drastically, and his figure retreated violently. However, he was too late. Harvey’s slap landed on his face. His head hit the ground and then he dropped into an involuntary kneel. A look of shock and disbelief colored his eyes. He was the Steelhead King, one of the Eight Heavenly Kings. He had practiced the legendary iron head, and his head could literally break through a wall!

One of the men that had taken you replied. "The king’s son is coming today." The other man stated as he watched you with sinister eyes. "Make sure she looks presentable." They strip the blinds away. Adjusting to the dim, torch lit room, you notice the stack of wet hay flooding the rough floor as well as the misty dark metal. You start to panic. How on earth did you end up in a dungeon! Looking up in horror, you noticed something fairly odd about the men. They all seemed to protrude long canine teeth that resembled those fangs of a vampire.

"I slept like a baby, My Lord." Samoa wondered if he could see the trembles of her body. King Ryker looked nothing like she imagined. She'd heard words and stories about him and the things he went through in the hands of the former King Valen. So, she'd warily prepared her mental health for seeing a King Kong, or a scarred Chimpanzee dressed in expensive wears. The King is a handsome but terrifying man. There's a scar that ran across one cheek and disappeared into his neckline, it gave him a savage look.

When he sees that none of his words were getting to me, he changed his tactic. “So you are going to kill a defenseless man, I thought you were the all-powerful hybrid, let's make this a fair fight,” he shouted. “Sorry, that offer has ended a long time ago, and for your information, I was never born a bastard. My name is Ivar Owens, first of his kind, heir and the only true-born King of all the Alpha kingdoms” I said, as I stretched forth my fingers and a light went out of them and entered his body.

It says The Alpha King in the picture because I'm currently trying to get the book title switched to that! For anyone confused about why there are two different names. Happy New Year!!

The King takes it from me, raises it in a toast, and throws down the drink, his throat working in a way that makes my stomach knot. He drinks it. He is going to die. Fuck… My grip tightens around the tray as I turn and walk out of the room. I can’t bear to witness the scene of him taking his last breath. Once I click the door shut behind me, I let out a long, exasperated sigh. My knees buckle and I lean hard against the door to steady myself. A truckload of regret and guilt crashes down on me. Fuck… I shouldn’t have done this. The King might be ruthless, but he is the only one who has ever shown me kindness in my entire life.

And being a werewolf who had never shifted, there was only so much his body could do on its own. A knock on the bathroom door startled Evren. “Open the door,” the King’s voice came through the door, and Evren frowned. “I know you’re in pain, Omega. And you’re probably too sore to move. Open the door and let me in.” Evren had the mind to tell the king to fuck off. He wanted to swear at the king and call him every colourful name under the moon but… That was the Lycan King, the ruthless Lycan who had ordered the execution of a man before Evren’s very own eyes, and Evren knew he was probably hanging by a thread.

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

He sipped a little before he continued. “Don’t worry” He assured in a much comfortable tone “Your Body is built stronger and more powerful than a mere human. Basically, you’re now an Immortal. You’re strength alone can take a battalion of monsters. Not even thousands of Giants and demons can graze you. That’s how powerful you are right now” He just stood there looking at the man. “Still won’t believe it, do you?” the old man suddenly asked. Navi, the innocent man quickly nodded in agreement.