Book King Warrior Magician Lover Novels & Stories

Lark reported to him. “Hm..” was all he did in reply. “Are you sure about this?” Lark asked worriedly as he look at him busy reading the book in his hand. “Let us just say that I am paying him back for what he owes me,” after saying that, he closed the book and stood up, and went to the bookshelf to look for another book. “Don’t worry about him, he is stubborn and doesn’t really give up easily. It’s a reverse uno card from now on.” He said while smiling and no longer explained.

***ABOUT THE BOOK*** The Elf King & I is a romance/humor/fantasy fiction set in the fictional world called Aldous (+ a few more) and the real world, USA. The relationships of the characters are: - BxB for main couples. - BxG for others. This story is bound to have some silly events to depict comedy scenes for a good-time laugh. Nevertheless, though the story may start light-themed at first, it is recommended to brace yourself for a heavy plot in the future.

Like a King on his Throne. *** “Best keep your word Magus. And don’t let Hawk ruin this for the both of you.” Warlord cautioned in his authoritive voice. A strange tone which didn’t have to be loud to brook no argument. “Over her?” Magus queried. “I don’t know how one Indo-Mage could have him so ready to toss away all we’ve worked for.” “He cares for her.” Magus said. “She’s the only one that’s ever caught his eye.”

With my strength returned to me and my magic intact, I speed read the entire eight-hundred-page ancient book -with one-hundred percent retention- within a matter of minutes. “I’m ready,” I said as I closed the book and tucked it under my arm as best I could. “Really?” she said as she heaved herself from the chair. “That was barely worth the effort of relaxing.” “I found a spell to bind Morena’s powers. I really feel that, if we bind her, beating Bartholomew will be like child’s play,” I said. “What about the aliens he works with?” Abigail said. “I don’t believe there are any,” I replied. “I think that was a ruse to take our focus off magic.”

I asked, looking around at the mess of papers and books. She waved her hand dismissively. "I've been reading all night, I just moved my workstation here when I knew you had left." Derek stood at my side, and Shirer thrust a book up at me. "This is the only book I have found out of thousands of books that mentions anything about the warlock king having daughters." Derek's eyes narrowed as he looked at the book. "This is the only mention of the warlock king's daughters?" he asked, his voice skeptical.

Elaine spoke the words down into the glass; the magic seemed to hear her, and as she gave a tug, the lid lifted. The book beneath the glass peered through Elaine. The volumes’ binding was smooth leather, and the stitching was gold. Long, smooth letters were intricately painted across the front, and her hand brushed them softly. It was the most precious book in the world. Reaching down, she pulled it out and flipped to the page she desired. There it was in thick black letters, the word luck. The pages of the book were filled with names and places, a guide to every gifted being in the land. It was centuries old and was only written on by the top magistrate himself, the king’s second in command

Clio said and Erica nodded with an impressed look on her face. “That sounds so magical, So, Dominic is the king of Heaven?” she asked and Jenny nodded, “Yes, we learned about all of this in last ten years since we are here. The ‘Book of Kingdoms’ contain it all,” she said and raised two fingers at the shelf, “Give me the ‘Book of Kingdoms’” she said in commanding manner, the books moved and a book in black color moved out of a shelf and floated in front of them, the book floated to the table and was placed on it elegantly. Erica whistled lowly, “Will I be able to do that?” she asked as she touched the book, the velvet covering it was so soft and silky. She had never touched a more expensive

“I’m not seeing anything in here, Alpha,” my warrior says, standing up from where he’d been laying on the floor. “Okay, head to the next room. I’ll go see if anyone else has—” “Alpha, I found something.” Turning, I find my last warrior standing in the doorway. He holds up an old book and offers it to me. “I think this is the spellbook she used. I found it in a hidden closet behind the laundry room, and I think you’ll want to come take a look.”

I eased the heavy volume from its place, its leather cover cool and smooth beneath my fingertips. The pages told a story, a myth given flesh. It spoke of a great mage who challenged a creature of shadow and ruin named K'tthar, a being who had laid waste to entire landscapes in its devastating rampage. The tale praised the courage of the city's heroes who ultimately sealed the dark entity away, but it was a poet's account, not a scholar's. The prose was beautiful, the narrative heroic, but it was a song, not a schematic. It offered no names, no incantations, no specifics of the magic they wielded to achieve the impossible. With a sigh of profound frustration, I closed the book and slid it bac

Merfoy quickly grab his magic book and tried to look for some of the important pages as the two followed him to the bookshelf. “You are Niffa, right? The daughter of King Morphis and Queen Luize. What you did in the past years is not written in the book it’s so strange. And you Rico, your dreams are showing your past, you are the true king of the kingdom Samari but my brother stole your dignity and made you his puppet for many years. I wonder why those are not written in my book. I’m confused why the both of you are anonymous in the magic book?” he asks himself as he keeps on turning the pages.