Building Kingdom Games Novels & Stories

“Your Majesty, I have news from the Erena kingdom, sir.” Senya looks at us both then at the young squire, short dark brown hair around 5’3 with a face of a young child. “Be out with it Chandler, obviously it’s important if you are this frantic.” Senya replies. “Right, ahem.” He cleared his throat before opening the scroll preparing to read it. “To the king of the Alastia kingdom, I am declaring war upon your country and will continue to take your people and do as I please with them, without further-adieu, sleep with one eye open, we are always watching.” Chandler slowly brought the scroll away from his face as he made eye contact with me blubbering who it’s from. “Declaration by King M-Mave

Everyone knew I didn’t like to waste time beating around the bush. The air around was strange that even my wolf Isla had to comment on it. “Is there something wrong, Dad?” I asked, seeing how he was hesitating to speak. And after a long time, he announced “Someone stepped forward to challenge you” Dad announced “She’s also going to be taking part in the King’s game” My eyes gleamed with excitement hearing this news and I took a sigh, licking my lips as I tried to hide it. “It’s good news isn’t it? Why does everyone look so down?”

Killian looked at his father, "What is it that you want to talk about?" "I want to talk to you about the Southern Kingdom." King Benedict said seriously. The three men in the room froze in tension. Yifa was busy looking at the family fondly but a chill ran down her spine at the sudden seriousness in all of their expressions. What is going on? "What about them?" Killian asked with a hint of sadness in his voice that made Yifa look at him worriedly. "I saw your project about building hospitals and other structures in the rural area and I think to do that you'll need money." King Benedict started while trying to sit up.

But she could see he wasn’t lying. “She stayed to protect me,” Mikhail whispered. “And when you were born… she made him promise never to let you fall into the same world.” Unraveling Truths The night stretched long. Mikhail showed her the war maps. The cities already falling. The lieutenants defecting from the Council. He wasn’t building a rebellion. He was building a kingdom. And he wanted her to wear the crown. “I don’t want your throne,” Amara whispered. “You already have it.”

“Lord Juraj is frailer than ash, but he has the ear of half the generals; he could decide tomorrow that a military coup would be the best for his family and end all our worrying here and now. But if I am a king with no achievements to my name—” “No achievements?” Father scoffs. “You have read every book in the library.” “Twice,” I mutter. “You are the reigning champion of bolar.” An ancient strategy game Father revived some years ago, it requires planning a semi-realistic attack on your opponent’s pieces, and the winner is the one with the fewest casualties. He’s right, but it’s another skill I’ve developed in my room. “I simply do not believe that kings are supposed to spend this much time

Returning to her usual apathetic appearance, Jame looked back at me and laughed, "Misa, those who know a lot often die very quickly. Try to be careful, and this game seems to be going on." Jame drilled the pregnancy away. I'm glad I still have a chance to keep living. But the more worried, the more the forest of training from tomorrow onwards is not simply a search for a way out. I'm sure the number of traps will increase even more. Jame was determined not to let me live. I alone had to fight the three strongest humans in this kingdom. The road ahead becomes more difficult for a wolf-like me.

King Atticus and Queen Karina are long gone, but their descendants have followed in their footsteps. Thanks for reading The Omega's Stand and The Making of a King. If you would like another story in this series let me know. I do plan to step away from werewolf stories for a while. I need some fresh creativity. Love you awesome readers.

She questioned looking at him a bit concerned, she thought she had seen every room in that beautiful underground Kingdom. “Yes, the Keepers Ward, it’s just this way.” He moved a purple tapestry to the side and opened a hidden door. “The Keepers Ward is a place in the kingdom for children of the realm, some have lost their parents, others were abandoned, and few were left because of birth defects amongst other things.” “Oh my,” She gasped, putting her hand over her mouth as she headed down the narrow hallway following behind the Ealdorman.

The castles of the three king clans were unanimously decided to be built at the border of the blackwood forest by the will of their ancestors. The blackwood trees were famous for their versatility and durability that could put most types of metal to shame. The Rogue kingdom strictly manages the logging and processing of the blackwood trees, and it serves as one of the main sources of the kingdom’s income. A crescent wall of blackwood trees tightly surrounded the castle grounds, and Raimere could see the orderly soldiers of the Valerius clan in their black and red leather amors with a distinct silver crescent embracing a white gold rose in full bloom on their chests.

A warning light blinked as it passed, and the trio waited silently until it was gone. Only then did Abigail speak.“Every time I see one of those things, I wonder what it’d take to bring one down.” “One dream too many, maybe.” Tunde said, he looked up, past the quarry’s ridge.There it was again, the Citadel. White and gold, suspended like a god’s mirage behind the shimmer of protective fields. Its smooth towers glowed even through the smog. Somewhere in there, music played through perfect speakers, food was hot every night, and sickness… was curable.