Novel & Cerita A Kingdom Of Venom And Vows

Cries and screams of agony echoed from every corner in this once peaceful kingdom; the streets were flooded with blood and corpses, both knights and peasants. The kingdom of Vencia is a small kingdom, compared to others in the South. Vencia is ruled by Prince Alfred Basil a man in his late thirties. It stands between two hills; with the royal compound in the middle of the Kingdom, which is now the only safe haven in the present crisis.

“As I have told all of you, allies and friends of Dyron Havocc, we will wrench this false kingdom from their place and shatter their dreams. We will rip them apart, we will feast of them, we will burn down everything they have ever believed in, and when we are finished with them, we will build a new kingdom on top of their old and broken one. A kingdom where you will only worship and serve me!” There was an uproar now, many weapons were thrust into the air, banners were raised, horns were sounded and there were bestial cries of bloodlust. “Let them enjoy their last day tomorrow, for we shall strike when they are blanketed in the false embrace of darkness. Let us watch as they blindly believe

Stefan bowed down his head before chanting a spell with the use of his wand. "Vengeful wand of sorrows, listen to my plea. Help us hide our identity. Viamoeste viosle!" he chanted. A dark smoke appeared and slowly it formed into papers containing their new identities. Prince Zion take over the identity of the prince of the fallen kingdom of Etheor, one of the four kingdoms in the mortal world.

she said, turning her attention back to her loyal advisor, "our dominion over both the realms of power and the realms of the heart is unyielding. Let the game of shadows continue." Conner bowed, his allegiance unwavering. "As you command, my Queen. Our reign shall stretch like a night's embrace." And as the hall of the vampire kingdom echoed with their whispered ambitions, the intricate web of power and deceit unfurled further, casting its dark planning across realms, binding fates, and sealing destinies.

“Will you return to your lying ex-mate… or shall I help you truly destroy him?” My chest rose and fell in ragged gasps. My heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to escape. Going back to Derek meant betrayal. Pain. More lies. But this… choosing the Lycan King… meant binding myself to darkness. To chains. To something eternal. My lips trembled. And then I whispered the words I couldn’t take back. “I… I see the chains.” Silence dropped like a blade. He stared at me, still as death.

I said, the calmness in my voice surprised even me. The seer blinked in surprise, but nodded. He placed my hand on the sword and began some ancient chants in their tongue. He then poured ceremonial oil over my hand that was on the blade, and as the final words left his mouth, a flash of silver light appeared around my hand. "By the laws of the realm and the ancient blood pact," the high seer intoned, his voice booming through the chamber. "The bond is forged. Princess Diana Blake of the human Kingdom is now declared the chosen mate and wife to Prince Draven Volk of the Dragon Kingdom. May the Creator guide your union."

The wall has always been there, but I never realized it was out of place and kept Clover and I from fully connecting. “We swear our loyalty to the Bloodwrath and Hale Kingdoms, we swear to protect all lycans, werewolves, vampires, and species not present. We will fight and guide our Kingdoms towards peace and harmony.” My heart pounds I my chest, Raven’s grip tightens around my hand as we listen to Ares leading all of the warriors in their oath to the realm. “I’m right here with you, we’ve got this. Listen to your instincts and what Ruby says,” I softly speak, lacing my fingers with hers, I look over into my twin’s glowing red eyes, and nod reassuringly.

I found her out in the back garden doing some sparring with Sebastian. “Mother? I was wondering if….” I can’t finish as a sharp pain shoots through my head and I fall to the ground. VISION A male in the shadows… A female wanting what is not hers… Rogue Vampires and Werewolves running free throughout the kingdom… Fear and Lies kill the Vampire’s Queen… The Vampire King on a rampage… Killing anyone nearby, then being killed himself by the Werewolf King… A princess crying all alone... All lives will be lost….

So Moriah went back to his history. The maiden lay athwart the warrior, her arms widespread as if to embrace him. The mother seemed almost to shudder as the flames came licking up her face. A longsword had been thrust through her heart, and its leather grip was alive with flame. The father was on the bottom, the first to fall. Moriah watched the hand of the stranger writhe and curl as the fingers blackened and fell away one by one, reduced to so much glowing charcoal. Nearby, Lord Beltinar coughed fitfully and covered his wrinkled face with a square of linen embroidered in red crabs. The myrmen swapped jokes as they enjoyed the warmth of the fire, but young Lord Bar Emmon had turned a splotc