Blacksmith Rhyme Kingdom Come Novels & Stories

Compassion was a luxury kings could never afford. I shot him a glare. “Get up.” there was finality in my words. my voice was low and cold. He had said enough. “What use is blood if it destroys the kingdom?” I stared at the blood stain. “Get it done, make it clean.” I slowly moved the tea leaves away with the lip. “The kingdom will mourn and I shall mourn with them.” Then life will move on. Kings are not born. They are forged. If iron bends, it is melted down and forged again. It if refuses. It is discarded.

low, cruel, satisfied. “This kingdom thought it could steal from us,” he roared. “I’ll mount their king’s skull on my throne.” I stepped into the chaos. Fire answered me instantly. I burned them where they stood….armor, flesh, weapons turning to ash in seconds. Those who tried to run didn’t make it far. The ground split beneath them, swallowing screams whole. A woman rushed me, blade raised, desperation in her eyes. I didn’t hesitate. Her body hit the ground in pieces.

"I was going to do that anyway." "Moving on, I want to practice a little my blacksmithing for the quest." Kevin silently nodded and started to jog in front of him. David checked that the revolver was loaded and followed after him. They kept walking for a couple of minutes until they entered a ruined Smithy covered by a layer of snow. They started to search for materials and some tools on the ruins. David moved some boulders, and some broke down armors and swords while Kevin was digging some snow piles and trying his best to find something. Five minutes later, Kevin found a piece of a strange metal with a weird aura under a piece of furniture. David, on the other side, did found the tools, bu

The crimson fire ringed by liquid gold flared brilliantly within my pupils, answering the intense heat of the room. "Do not just tip the arrows, Vance," I commanded, my words echoing off the soot-stained rafters. "Coat the vanguard's own heavy broadswords in the melted silver. We will wield their weapons against them. Let the High King see his own craftsmanship paraded through the breached gates of his palace." A collective shout of fierce, bloodthirsty approval erupted from the smiths below, their hammers slamming down onto the anvils in a synchronized, deafening rhythm that sounded like the heartbeat of an invading army.

Chapter 34 Centuries of Caputos have run this kingdom without any type of wars and here I have been queen for a year and everyone is preparing for the war no one saw coming. The kingdom of Witchland falls is my home. My whole life, generation after generation of Caputo’s has stood and faced whatever came their way no questions asked. But as I stare out the window of my bedroom at the war that's coming towards us with no way to fight back is a scary and horrible feeling.

“A wise ruler expects storms. But this time, I’ll face them without losing myself.” He reached for my hand, and I didn’t pull away. Later that evening, as the city bells tolled, I walked alone to the great forge beneath the palace the same one where the weapons of my family’s reign had been made. The old blacksmith was still there, his beard streaked with silver. He looked up in surprise when he saw me. “Your Majesty,” he said, bowing low. “It’s been years.” “I came to make something new,” I said, laying the scorched crown on the anvil. “Mend it, but don’t hide the cracks. Let the metal remember what it’s survived.”

"You dare to come here, you fool. Do you think you can defeat me? You think you can ruin my intentions?" "I will defeat you, Kingdom," I responded, my voice unwavering. "I have no idea what you want or what my pack has done to offend you, but you aren't going unscathed." Kingdom laughed, a harsh grating sound that reverberated through the forest. He raised his hand, and the shadows danced around him, forming grotesque shapes that clawed at the air. "You are nothing but a pawn, xander, a puppet in my game. I am the master here, and you will bend to my will."

Reverse that curse if and then there will be hope for this thing and then there may be hope for us to live in safety as you say now but just your talk that we can live in safety is just nonsense you can't even dream of so find a house with hidden magic in this kingdom Then get out of here as soon as possible. I looked at him and whispered in all seriousness: You dream that I can get out of this place so easily. I have worked so hard to get here and no one can get me out of here. I swear I will do everything with my mind as I planned all these years and this darkness that surrounds my kingdom will Make him go and the super kingdoms will come back and my kingdom will be respected again. I won'

a man asked. The King stepped aside. “You can leave right now if you wish.” “How do we know you are telling the truth?” another asked. “I swear upon my throne that everything I told you is true,” the King replied. “We also need blacksmiths to make weapons from the magic ore.” A man took a step forward. “I am a blacksmith. If my family is brought to Nordmar, I am willing to help for as long as you need me.” The King gave a short nod to the man. “I will make sure your family is brought here safely.”

The man leaned close and whispered, “Your mother… she’s in the kingdom.” For a moment, Liam froze. His mind went blank. Then rage crashed over him like a storm. His hand shot out, gripping the man’s throat tightly. His voice was low, dangerous, vibrating with fury. “You’d better not be joking with me.” The man struggled, gasping, but managed to nod. “I-I swear, my lord. She’s here. I can take you to her.” The blacksmith’s hammer stilled, his worried eyes darting between them. “Is everything all right, my prince?”