Building A Kingdom Novels & Stories

The walls are high and thick; it’s going to take time. “The lands are still far from each other; the borders are on the outskirts of Tena, and if we are breaking them, we need to build a whole new city there to connect the two kingdoms into one,” Brandon said, and we all nodded our heads with him. “Why don’t we build a bigger palace? The palace will connect the two kingdoms. We can break the palace in Isak down since it brings terrible memories for me, Maeve, and Odin, and this kingdom can be like a vacation spot for the royal family,” Ario said, and I agreed with it.

"Kingdoms don't just recover from this. The cracks stay." "Kingdoms can be rebuilt," I said. "Stone by stone if necessary. That's what kingdoms do." I pressed forward slightly and he winced. "You had a pack, Finn. You had territory and standing and a position you had built. You burned all of it down chasing something that was never yours and you called it winning." "She was—"

“I have to.” Kael’s voice stays quiet but firm. “Because if I stop believing it is possible, then what is the point of this? Why build a kingdom? Why fight these wars? Why hide our son in a cursed realm and hope we can bring him home to something better?” He is right, and I hate that he is right. “Okay,” I say at last. “So how do we start? We have a rebellion to crush, alliances to rebuild, and a timeline that is already too tight. Where do we begin?”

But never will I allow it to lead and forget my crown, my judgment, or the iron grip I hold on this kingdom. She’ll learn soon enough, if she hasn’t already—that there is no soft place to land in my world. For twenty years as King, I have sacrificed blood, time, and life itself—molding this land into what it is today. I have fought through endless wars, spilled enough blood to make rivers, and carved an empire out of chaos. Basgiath dominates the seven realms. We are unmatched in warfare, in the forging of weapons, in the construction of mighty cities. No kingdom dares challenge us, and none can match what we’ve built. We are called barbarians not because of how we look, but because of how w

Aric and Kaidastra had become legends, heroes who had defended their kingdom with honor and courage. But they knew that their work was not yet done. They had to rebuild the kingdom, and they had to prepare for the future. They had to train new warriors and build new alliances, so that they could face any threat that came their way. And so, they began their work. They trained new warriors, and they built new alliances. They explored the kingdom, looking for hidden dangers and preparing for the worst. They worked day and night, driven by their sense of duty and their love for their kingdom.

"I'm listening." "I don't really know, but I've been making my research for the last few days now, and they led me to you. The one that constructs the destiny of a great kingdom. It's like an Oracle." She stopped to stare at me, trying to make sure I digested all she'd been feeding me, and continued again after getting the reply she wanted from my already upturned eye brows and a 'what are you waiting for' hand gesture. "The great kingdom here is Talot. Well, at least with what I found out, this kingdom produces the largest weapon in the whole of history. Weapon represents a battle tool for greatness, and the one who constructs a great kingdom would most likely be the king or queen of the ki

Which meant that this Kingdom was mine. “Why would you want this Kingdom? You have your own pack to lead.” He says. “Yeah. But I will gladly take this Kingdom if it means undoing everything that you have done here.” I yelled. “I haven’t done anything wrong.” He says. “You’ve started a war with your own wife because of your own jealous needs. You never cared about her. And then you came to me, and expect me to fix your fuck up. You have brought this to your own Kingdom. And now you want me to fix it. You can’t even protect your Kingdom on your own. The next generation that is meant to be running this Kingdom, they have no fucking idea how to do that. What the hell do you think is going to hap

"Wow, so it was mass genocide then?" "What? No! Nothing like that. Any tribe that was conquered automatically fell under the reign of the one who conquered it. That was how it was till there were Sixteen tribes left." "So why are there four kingdoms now?" Elena asked, genuinely curious. "Well, according to the stories I was told by my tutor, there was actual peace for a couple of years amongst the sixteen tribes. But suddenly, the Blood Kingdom, which was called the land of ice then, suddenly amassed a great bundle of power. We do not know how, and why it works for them, but it made them overly powerful. So, their past kings took it upon themselves to start a new war. The war took years, and

Kingdom to kingdom to consecrate Shirlon’s temple, which was built by the soldiers and financially sponsored by the Royalties. Although no one between the two kingdoms had the nerve to speak of it, there was a thick air of an undying hatred that has been passed down for centuries. There were some wolves I could see pointing hot lasers from their eyes to the skin of my people. I'm sure my people did the same too. This act was new. We were fruits that bore grudges from a long time tree.

"Everything that Celestia and the Alliance have told you about this war and why it's happening is a lie." I narrowed my eyes on him, but he just took a breath before looking me square in the eye and continuing. "You saw the people in there. You saw how it's driving them mad, and forcing them to shift into their alter forms. The Beastial Kingdom didn't start this war; Celestia did. They corrupted our king on the day they were supposed to sign a peace treaty. They did something to him that forced his dragon to the surface in a blind rage, instantly voiding the treaty between kingdoms, and therefore restarting the war that we were trying to end. That king came back to the Beastial kingdom after