Bramble The Mountain King Characters Novels & Stories

The stench of blood and fire was preeminent in the air as they galloped deep into the woods and to the town. When they got there, the raiders were gone, some of the villagers were kidnapped and some dead, the rest were injured or terrified. They set to work to gather the people and offer treatment to those who were injured. "Who did this?" Sebastian queried with annoyance. King Asnus bowed low in fear. "My lord, I do not know, perhaps someone with a bone to pick," he answered.

Blaze ordered no one in particular. Brandon came forward to explain. "We don't know how this happened. One moment everything was fine and in the next, the Ankara was seen acting strange. The local villagers who usually frequent the Ankara mountains seem to be shocked as well. Despite their size, they are usually very friendly creatures. They were never this violent. We need to stop him before he could hurt innocent villagers and incur any more damage" Brandon explained the situation with respect. He is now acting just like a loyal second in command to the king, not as the brother to the king.

Although much smaller than the Drakkons, it was twice as energetic and agitated. The lycan king commanded the wolves and lycans to work more quickly as he stood on a slightly elevated part of the mountain and looked down on them. He was enraged as he stood tall and proud. Even the gods could not have initially envisioned what was being constructed as his gaze followed each and every camper. On the same mountain that overlooked the camp, the gods were perched a little higher. They were far enough away from the Lycan King not to be heard, yet they could still observe everything the Lycan King ordered the camp to do.

Ares walked over to the arena as Lily held Michelle's hand. He said, "Read the decree, Amon," and Amon said, "I, Amon Bannister, high elder and leader of the Blood Moon Royal Pack Council, hereby banished you from the seven kingdoms and will forever be a rogue in punishment for the crime of assassinating King Aidan Stone, Royal Delta Tyrell Cloudwater and Royal Gamma Draxon Philmont and countless pack members in a coup on the Blood Moon one thousand and nine years ago. You also attempted to kill the new King, Kyan Bramble-Stone, King Aidan's heir, King Kyan will rightfully sit on the throne from this day forward and my eyes were in shock, I said in disbelief, "He had no heir what are you tal

Lucia All eyes turned to the door and so did mine. I wanted to see who had crashed this engagement dinner and why? Maybe it was a friend of Rhein's. The tall figure stepped in, dressed in all black and with shades on. I didn't know who it was until they took their shades off and I recognized him. Charlie, the king from the other kingdom and of course the man who was Rhein's core enemy. He was here with a sly smirk on his face.

Meera Reed asked once, as they made their way around a granite upthrust as large as Winterfell. "There's people," Bran told her. "The Umbers are mostly east of the kingsroad, but they graze their sheep in the high meadows in summer. There are Wulls west of the mountains along the Bay of Ice, Harclays back behind us in the hills, and Knotts and Liddles and Norreys and even some Flints up here in the high places." His father's mother's mother had been a Flint of the mountains. Old Nan once said that it was her blood in him that made Bran such a fool for climbing before his fall. She had died years and years and years before he was born, though, even before his father had been born. "Wull?" sai

The Belladonna had numbed his limbs, yet his head, with the help of a kind of black, obsessive resentment, was still hacking its way back up to the surface. "Prop... me... up," he wheezed. The servants sat him in a high-back chair by the altar. He was as dead as a corpse assuming the role of a King. His head swiveled round, and his eyes were on me, as I was lying trembling on the rock, my fever in full blast. “You... thought... you won,” he said, a ghostly, terrifying smile drawing at his lips. "But I... am the mountain. “Yours are mere herbs, little herbs.”

Sabrina hesitantly nodded, "How did you know?" "Because Alex said, you are all going to Tibbertan Mountain to find an answers to your doubts." Sabrina nodded, "Also, I will help you go through because I saw how you exerted an effort just to go through the mountain which is still far from here. Without me, you'll be lost in the fifth mountain." My forehead creased in confusion, "Why?" "Because the King casted some spells to trick whoever crosses the mountain. There's a possibility that you cannot get out of that mountain or worse you'll end up dead." we all gasped.

It instantly started to bubble in response to the markings. "I Damon Bloodstone, Prince of Gardenia, summon the King of the Underworld, Balthazar Kolgrim." The temperature of the room dropped. My hair stood on end as black smoke pooled from the circle. It swirled around us, filling the room with the smell of sulphur. I wrinkled my nose, forcing myself to breathe through my mouth. I waited for him to appear, but then the smoke vanished, and the room warmed up again. "Well, so much for that plan," Kier scoffed, and I shook my head.

Tall, wild, and proud, the Nordmarians were born to dominate the inhospitable land they lived in and were often called barbarians. Many claimed that Rhobart Braveheart, the king of Nordmar, was one of the cruelest men on the continent. The stories told about him around campfires described him as a man with a heart that was as cold and cruel as the land he ruled. After a long absence from the Royal Castle, fighting a thirteen-year war against the Kingdom of Myrthana, King Rhobart was making his way home. But he wasn't returning alone. For in the carriage was Princess Ayla, the daughter of King Amul, former king of Myrthana. A Fire Mage, seven Paladins, and a few knights formed the group that