Christopher Hayden a once proud soldier betrayed by the Kingdom he swore to protect, has been struggling to survive in a world he is no longer familiar with. By pure chance he rescues the princess of his former enemy Sarah EverHeart who is fleeing from a marriage she does not wish for. Desperate she requests Christopher's aid. Unaware of the debt she has taken on, Christopher pushes forward driven by two things. His feelings for his loved ones, and his unquenchable thirst for revenge against those responsible. Is he a curse? A savior? A hero done wrong? The one fact is he will bring the world to it's knees and watch it burn to deliver his hate and retribution while paving a path for the princess. A story that will bring happiness and sadness while bringing many mythical beings to life. Vampires, werewolves, spirits, elves and more. Will hate consume the once noble soul or can love bring him back from the brink during their struggle to survive? Just would like to take a moment to thank any of you who have been reading my book so far. I would appreciate any and all reviews, especially if you wish for it to continue. Also if you're enjoying this book, and possibly interested in an urban realistic feel free to check out my other book The Garden Of Rising Stars
View MoreMy day.. Let me tell you something about my day. It began like any other, which is to say bad, hell I'd go as far as to say miserable.
Since the start of the day I was harassed, walked in on a situation I didn't want any part of, had a group of thugs try to kill me, and a stray princess was forced into my care... Today began as a miserable day. But now... Now that the day is over... Gods has it been a good day.
Earlier in the morning."Remember today not only are we celebrating the end of the war that has allowed our great nation to flourish, we will also be feasting to celebrate the great union between our Prince Halbert whom is the pride of our nation and the Emperor's daughter Princess Sarah Everheart!" yelled a crier from atop the podium competing with the sounds of the market.
'Yes. Yes. We get the message. I'm amazed he still has a voice.' The young man thought to himself. 'The poor stooge has been up there for the past week announcing the same thing and giving updates on progress of the preparations, as if anyone actually gives a shit.'"Chris have you even been listening to anything I just said to you?"
The young man named Christopher Hayden snapped back to reality looking to one of the few friends he had, Ms. Angela Vicard who was the daughter of a rich merchant. What precisely their family deals in has always been a mystery to most the known world. Her family was always enshrouded in secrecy but seem to be well acquainted with the upper echelons in every society. Any time I try to inquire she always has a vague answer prepared, such as. "Oh we always try to supply whatever needs our clients have." He knew her family supplied all sorts of different goods such as simple as cooking supplies to having contracts with the military for both food and weapons, but their wealth definitely surpassed the expected income of those contracts. The girl and her family could easily buy out a small kingdom.
""Cut me some slack Angela. It's already been a long enough morning." He was completely exasperated having just finished their morning classes at the military institute they attend together. Which for the record was as pleasant to Christopher as walking barefoot on broken glass.
"You kind of brought that on yourself. The instructor was pissed. I'm not saying you should have paid attention to the lessons necessarily, but would it really kill you to at least pretend to pay attention? Hell at least keep your eyes open just to humor the man. Never know maybe he would even cut you a little slack if you didn't flagrantly repeat this disrespectfulness everyday. The poor man’s had even more gray hairs growing in since you’ve arrived." She rolled her eyes thinking back to their class. "It's not like I wish to hear the same thing time and again. Day after day. But sometimes it doesn't hurt to play along."
"Come on it was a lecture about the war. It's a story that even the poorest and uneducated know! Why the hell are we actually dedicating an entire day listening to the same story that all of us have had forced down our throat repeatedly over the past year! Not like it’s the truth anyway.”
"You always say it's a lie no matter how many times you're yelled at for it."
"Calling bullshit anything other than bullshit, is bullshit."
...
SMACK. Christopher could only help but grunt in pain while holding the back of his head. ‘When this girl brought down the hammer boy did it hurt.’
What Christopher was referring to is the war that had come to an end two years ago between the Eternal Empire and the kingdom of Albrael. The war had lasted for 3 years. Shortly after the initial invasion the fighting came to a deadlock, a kingdom everyone believed would surrender or be crushed within 6 months held out far longer than any could have anticipated. Due to the efforts of Albrael's army and more so their Black Guard division whom the empire came to both respect and fear as their adversary. They had once said they fought with the ferocity of a cornered pack of wolves, and these wolves would always bite back.
Eventually The Empire approached King Robert Velen offering him terms, become a loyal vassal and answer when called upon. In return the king, and all his subjects would be allowed to keep their status, and lands without fear so long as they paid their taxes and maintained control of their territory, they would be allowed to govern themselves. After much debate King Robert chose to accept the terms of Emperor Aldous Everheart to spare their two nations any more bloodshed. Both Sides called for celebration happy to return to their normal lives and families. Although some refused their kings orders. Outraged by the king's decision Havoc led the Black Guard division in a failed attempt to murder the king and take control of the country, attempting to stop the surrender.
Too The Black guard accepting this was simply becoming a slave to another nation. Although before they could follow through with their plans, the king discovered their plot. Prince Halbert led a large force of the regular army to stop and prevent the murder of his father. After Havoc's failure The Black Guard was purged, none were spared. There were rumors of some of the traitorous soldiers escaping but they were hunted and disgraced. One could say they were now considered to be a taboo or curse to most of the populace. Once the heroes of their nation, they were now hunted by the very people who upheld them.
The dead had no voice to tell their story. The only voices to speak were the ones to condemn the dead.
"They used siege magic on the rear line?" Alexis asked with a furrowed brow. "Why would they expend so much magic on the rear line?" To Alexis this didn't make any sense. If they were using it as an opener to an attack from the rear, it would definitely be justifiable. Have your men rush in taking advantage of the destroyed lines and chaos. But using siege magic alone and backing off, would be like someone taking a shotgun to kill a spider inside their own house. Beyond overkill. If they had struck the center of their lines, their commanders, or even their supply train, Alexis could understand the expenditure. Most magic users could fling spells they specialized in for a majority of the day. But siege magic? The average mage could use it four times in one day, but be severely weakened for the next couple of days. Sure they could use siege magic again the next day, but each day without a proper recovery time the power of the attack would be cut in half. "Well sir it seems the rear l
Inside Helenfel. "Right here." Cassandra pointed at a section of her map sprawled out on the table. "This will be the perfect place." Andrea walked around the table to stand next to Cassandra looking down on the map. "Hmmm good call. When they emerge here they'll be in a bottleneck." "That's not all. They'll be coming around a corner too. They wont be able to see our army waiting for them until it's too late. We'll also have archers along the cliff tops. that can shoot down on them." "Why not have our archers continue firing down on them the entire stretch? That's miles of cliff ledge we could use to thin them out." Garrett asked retracing the path on the Albrael army was taking. "Because we don't want to give away our archers. The reason we've barely had our men harass them the past day was leading up to this moment. Most of all we don't want them to double back, leaving the kill zone we've set up." "Isn't there a chance they sent men to the top of the cliffs too though?" "We
Multiple days had passed in the City Of Darkness following the surrender/purge of any still resisting dissidents. And life had begun returning to normal little by little after the bodies were removed from the streets. Havoc's army had upheld their orders. Those who surrendered were allowed to return home without any recourse for fighting against their new host. Neither the members of The Black Guard, nor their militia counter parts caused any unnecessary damage, nor did they loot and pillage the city. Frankly apart from the angered nobles who's homes had been bombarded during the siege, the city was peaceful and upbeat. The stalls were open, any artisans were back to their crafts. The children ran and played in the now cleaned streets that had been soaked in blood not long ago. Guards were posted on every wall and street corner. Christopher and the other leaders involved weren't fools. Though they had been merciful, eventually there would be some who would try fighting back. They e
Just a little earlier"This is big! This is really big!" Brisia grinned ear to ear as she paced back and forth hardly able to contain her excitement. Her little walk even leading her up the walls and onto the ceiling dancing, and skipping, somehow defying gravity."Shit! Shit Shit!" Alesia growled through grit teeth. "I knew something was coming, but even I never imagined this!" Alesia's current mood was about as close to polar opposite of Brisia's as it could get. 'This is the last thing we need currently! If they find out, especially in the middle of this war, we're seriously fucked! Like fucked on the level I was when all the other gods betrayed me and had me cast from the heavens! Perhaps even more fucked!'"I still can't believe it! I mean I suppose when you look at his track record it would make sense, but holy shit!" Brisia exclaimed. "Not just immortal but he's turning into a god.""I know... More so a god of death." Alesia groaned. The completed 'tattoo' pretty much confirme
Thunk.... Thunk..."Riggy... Any day now..""Y-You d-don't rush perfection!" Mortis groaned as his nerves were being grated against by a rather pushy spirit. "E-Elise if you think you can do better, by all means t-take over!" He snapped back.Thunk! Thunk!"Well look Riggy.. I don't mean to be pushy... BUT PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO FUCKING KILL US!" Elise roared flapping her arms up and down like they were wings.Fwee!As though on cue an arrow zipped between their faces, mere millimeters from giving Mortis a nose piercing he didn't wish for....."S-See not that bad.." He stood his ground glaring back at Elise who could only return his gaze with wild eyed disbelief.Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!"That's because there's a wall of shields protecting you and your wrinkled ass!"Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Sure enough the members of The Black Guard had formed a wall of shields covering the pair as Mortis went to work claiming he had the means to bring down their gat
Christopher walked to the giant hole in the wall he had created when trying to incinerate Markous looking out over the city breathing a heavy sigh, hanging his head low and shaking it. "What's wrong? At this rate the city is as good as yours? Shouldn't you be happy?" Brisia asked walking up the wall before hanging upside down looking out of the hole too. "See your people are already working on the third gate. Isn't this what you wished for?" "I'll admit.. I wasn't expecting to get that old bastard's approval, but this didn't pan out as I had hoped." He shrugged watching balls of fire rain down upon the noble district from the trebuchets outside the city. "Sooo you didn't want the city?" "Pftt I could give two shits less about the city. I wanted the power that dwelled down here. On that note I suppose you could say this was a success. But by the gods the more I was stuck in the presence of that asshole, the more I want to feed his head to a thousand small animals. Just gotta hope th
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