Blacksmith Rhyme Kingdom Come Novels & Stories

Alaric's pov I arrived at Drogomor Palace because of the invitation; the princess of this kingdom was looking for her mate. I couldn’t have cared less, as I despised this kingdom, but I really needed my mate, and I’d been searching for her for the past five years. Upon discovering that the princess wasn't the one after all, I dismissed myself. I decided to take a stroll around the palace—it had been ages since I last stepped into this palace. As I walked around, I had to admit, there were some pretty girls here, but none that actually interested me.

We were there for a while as more people were rescued, they gave us food and water, it wasn't edible, but it was enough. After a few hours, Beta Ryder came forward and called for everyone to gather to be addressed by the king. A moment I had been dreadfully looking forward to. If I ever doubted his kingship or the monarchy before, now I don't. His eyes were red with bloodlust, probably from killing all night. I have never seen that shade of red and black in a pair of eyes before. He didn't need to try before his aura had us all bowing. For some reason, he seemed awfully familiar.

In the middle of a street confrontation, surrounded by insults, neither of them had expected a logic question. "What?" the mechanic grunted, his sneer faltering into a confused frown. "The two of you have spent the last five minutes proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that the other person is a total menace to society," Ethan said, gesturing lightly between their chests. "I'm just curious if either of you has spent five seconds trying to figure out how to get home today." The mechanic scoffed, pulling his posture up, though his tight shoulders relaxed just a fraction. "He owes me a new mirror!" he accused.

Together. One kingdom. One people. One purpose. Then the gate began closing. An inch. Then another. Then another. The monster screamed. Its giant claws dug into reality itself. Trying to stay. Trying to survive. Then the Last King charged. One final time. His broken spear glowing brighter than ever. Then every surviving stone warrior followed. An army. One last army. Then they struck the monster together. BOOM! The creature staggered. Then Samuel shouted: "THOMAS!"

KING RAGNAR LOTHBROK and his crew were away for nearly six months when they returned, bearing news of their triumphant raid. The people of Kattegat sang their praises, welcoming their beloved warriors back to town with jubilant cheers. Sophie stood beside Helen and the other slaves, a little away from the boisterous crowd, observing the Lothbrok family's reunion. Rollo's absence was notable, considering he was renowned as one of the best warriors. She watched the famous priest, Athelstan, whom she had yet to meet, warmly greet Queen Aslaug and Ivar, a display of affection that made Sophie wonder if she would ever hold them in such high regard.

The blacksmith said and paused. "This Kingdom is a cruel one, it was the best Kingdom everyone could ever wished for but as soon as the King died and his illegitimate son claimed the throne, everything changed. Raised taxes, assaulting and all sort of cruelty!!!" The blacksmith replied, there was bitterness and sadness in his voice. "Oh.... So I'm here to save them or what?" I thought and stepped outside to see the Kingdom well. Wow! This is one beautiful Kingdom, Kuhan can't stand against it. I'm also pretty sure they've many resources. This Kingdom is damn rich!

Instead, they had honed fire and steel into their dominion, becoming artisans whose skill rivalled that of any noble warrior. The blacksmith who greeted her was one such man: broad-shouldered, his talons still gleaming sharp despite the soot ground into his skin. His hair was tied back, his arms blackened from years of labor, and his hammer rose and fell in a rhythm older than song. The anvil sang with every strike, ringing like a heartbeat through the chamber. "Your Highness," he rumbled once again, his deep voice respectful but steady, not fawning. "Royal company is rare here."

He stopped me with his arm as if he didn't trust him not to attack. "You are from my brother's kingdom then." I smirked and looked him in his eyes. "You truly are stupid. If I can burn down a kingdom with nothing but the will to, what makes you think you could stop me with such a flimsy blade?" I couldn't help myself, I laughed hysterically.

Although I didn't feel any chest pain or something else, I was not comfortable staying with the warriors here at all. "My queen, these are your bows and arrows!" One of the blacksmiths in the palace reached me for the special bow and arrows that I personally requested. I hired ten trusted and capable humans as the kingdom's blacksmiths for something. They were the maker of my silver daggers, swords, spears, and bows and arrows.

he murmured, his voice roughened by more than the weather, “when the kingdom is safe, I will give you the life you deserve. Not halls filled with maps and war, but mornings with peace, nights with laughter. That is my vow.” Emotion swelled in my chest, aching and fierce. I leaned against him, resting my head against his shoulder. “Then survive this battle, Rafael. Survive it with me, and I will hold you to that vow.” The sound of horns carried through the storm then, deep and resonant. My head lifted sharply. On the ridge beyond the valley, massive shapes moved guardians taking their places. Their eyes glowed like molten fire in the darkness, each step shaking the earth, their presence a rem