A Knight Of Seven Kingdoms Book の小説・ストーリー

Some books had the history of the Knights, dating back centuries. Others told about different creatures, how they lived, drawings of how they looked, and about how they functioned. Unfortunately, many of them also told about how to kill them, which I didn't really like but I understood how the information must’ve been useful back when you needed to defend yourself from them. We’re protected now, the borders and the guards as well as having emerged into human society. I dragged my hands over a few dusty books and sighed. I didn’t even know where to begin. Which shelf? Color? Which of the hundred books would tell me what I needed to know?

On the verge of splitting in half, he snatched his laptop in time. These were the queens of the strongest kings in the realm. If the king loses his queen the kingdom will collapse. Motherfucker indeed. ______________

And then he walked out of the room with no sense of direction at all. The princess had spent all night in the library, trying to find out what she could about the Athànatoi. Had to know the enemy, she figured. She had come across a book titled 'The Athànatoi through the times,' according to the book they had lived among mortals, the only distinction was the colour of their eyes, they were red, deep bloody red. They lived among men, did everything like they did, but they only mated with their own kind. She'd gotten to the part where the book began to talk about why the Athànatoi parted with man in the first place, but those parts were in a language she didn't understand, she stewed in her fru

Luminous was already been destroyed by Reifus who was also a threat to his majesty. There were seven kingdoms who's been destined to ruined his majesty's reign and these kingdom was: Mavis Ancienterre, Luminous Espirious, Freille Aciere, Dracous Alourre, Elvious Levou, Dwaa Acre and Gaurdous Satierre. So far, they already took down one of these seven kingdoms; Luminous Espirious. Mavis is next, yet, Nicholai had just heard about the remaining kingdoms from his majesty. Freille Aciere, Dracous Allourre, Elvious Levou, Dwaa Acre and Gaudrous Satierre. These kingdoms were unknown, for their location was not yet been discovered. But his majesty's believed that they existed.

Some just didn’t look pretty on the map or their long names didn’t fit into the space I had to write them, so I altered stuff until I liked how it looked on the map, which honestly made it sound better in the story too. Plus, I only planned on having seven kingdoms, because seven is my number, but there ended up being eight realms to fill space on the map, which I was totally okay with because my mama had eight babies, and the book is dedicated to her. She always said seven was her number as well; she had seven siblings, seven buttons on her wedding dress, a couple other seven things that I now can’t remember, and seven kids…until I came along. It really seems fitting to end up with a surpri

I walked through the back door and into the east garden and I stood in the middle of it and I breathed through my nose until my hands stopped wanting to shake. My wolf rose up slowly inside me. Fully, this time. Like she had been waiting for exactly this moment to finally take up all the space she had been denied. The letter was still in my pocket. Heir to the Lycan throne. Fifteen days. I pressed my hand flat against my chest and I made myself a promise I had no intention of breaking. Damon Voss had spent seven years making me small. He had fifteen days to enjoy it.

A disembodied voice echoed from within the dark fire—ancient, freezing cold, and dripping with mockery. > "You interfere too much, Archivist." > The silver-haired man simply smiled back at the flames. "And you interfere far too little." The dark voice let out a chilling laugh that rattled the surrounding bookshelves. > "Soon... the Seven Thrones will awaken. And when they do... even your precious Last King will fall." > The black flames abruptly snapped out of existence, and the library fell back into its eerie, profound silence. The Archivist turned his gaze toward the distant, unseen horizon where the Blackthorn Kingdom lay. His expression grew deeply thoughtful.

"That is understood, Princess. Your brother will guide you, and the senior members of the council. You shall be tutored in every state, protocol and diplomacy. I breathed out gradually, with relief and anxiety. Training would be well, but the experience that danger might fall at any moment still caused my breast to contract. When the meeting was over Rowan took me back to the royal hall, and touched me in the small of the back with his hand, showing that he supported me. The rays of the sun penetrating through the stained-glass windows caught the gold embroidery on his robe and made him appear taller and more commanding than I had recalled. I guess you want to know about the knight, he said,

Seven renewal certificates. Every single one had my signature and Corbin's. A note from Maya was clipped to the top: "He thought collecting all seven would summon you back like some kind of twisted fairy tale." I stared at the documents, and a slow smile spread across my face. Fated mates? If seven rejections could still be called fate, then nothing in this world was an accident. I gently pressed the call button on the phone. "How may I help you?" the bellhop asked, returning quickly.

A baby wailed in a burning cradle until silence swallowed it whole. Three dozen Royal Knights—the finest warriors of the southern territory—arrived on griffin-back, blades drawn, magic flaring. They lasted seven minutes. Lightning struck their beasts from the sky. The witches toyed with them. Aldrian smashed through shields and bone like a demon from the pits of forgotten hells. One knight crawled, bloodied and sobbing, toward a broken scepter of communication—but his head was torn clean off before he reached it. The forest swallowed the screams, the smoke, the cries.