Chiefs Kingdom Book Novels & Stories

Michael left his king in his study, still engrossed in everything he could find about his queen. The royal beta grinned at the thought. Our Queen. Finally. At last. After more than 148 years, they finally found their queen luna. It was damn time! The kingdom was growing restless, their king unstable. They couldn't have that. Enemies were everywhere. Constantly watching. Waiting to pounce.

Rowan had a vision, one Alicia readily embraced, but the fate of the kingdom rested in their hands, with many enemies, and traitors ready to seize that power. --- This is the END of Book 1 ---

I trailed off as footsteps and voices drew nearer, but thankfully, they didn’t enter the alley. “I’m telling you, Drend, something’s wrong in the palace. Why else would the king refuse to hear the public’s representative petitions? Canceling the first court hearing and now refusing to continue after the first guy? It has never happened.” They looked like humans, but I knew they had to be werewolves. But wait, the king is back? The Drend guy replied, “Nothing’s wrong. The king is just as immature and inconsiderate as ever. That’s what happens when a young boy ascends the throne. He’s back from his journey and doesn’t want to resume his duties.”

"That was different. We'd been drinking." "Mm-hmm." He selected a movie, something with dragons and medieval castles on the cover, and the screen came to life. For a while, they watched in comfortable silence. The story unfolded, a princess fleeing her kingdom, a reluctant knight sworn to protect her, magic woven through every scene. "This is actually good," Arabelle murmured during a quieter moment. "You sound surprised." "I am. I thought you'd pick something with excessive violence and explosions." Dante's lips quirked. "I save that for Tuesdays."

I turned my body slightly, putting one of my legs up on the bench, so that I could look at him better without having to break my neck. “No,” he answered, looking down at the book in his hands. “I’m from the Kingdom of Vinter.” “What’s it like there?” A smile bloomed on his lips as he dreamed himself back to his place of origin. “It’s incredibly beautiful,” he started, while his gaze was locked on the leatherbound book in his hands. “It’s cold, but not freezing,” he explained. “There’s snow all year long, but everything just looks so beautiful like that, frozen in time.” Everything about him screamed love and longing. “The King of Winter is old,” he raised his eyebrows slightly. “He’s the kin

The Chiefs in the position to handle the coronation had already decided on what to do. While every other person in Omaha put on a sad face that morning as they dreaded their nightmare coming to reality, only two people were happy in the whole kingdom. They were Rico and Rogers. They happily anticipated this day as nothing feels more important to them than being in power. Rico would rule as king while Rogers, his only friend would be there to assist him as the second man in authority.

"I'm sorry, Chief, I might be of Zonian descent, but I am a sworn squire of the Kingdom. I won't use our power them to conquer the Kingdom, rather pledge my life for them as a knight!" This is not an insult, but he is spitting at the face of their ancestors! The Chief roared as he honed on William. His attacks were overpowering that William's sword and dagger shattered from blocking. He was about to deliver the final blow, but Ingrid saved William by sliding under the Chief and slicing both of his ankles. The Chief collapsed under the weight of the damage he felt, and this allowed John to shoot thru the gaping mouth of the Chief as he shouted for their deaths. The Chief collapsed on the grou

The title was also "The Wedding of the Two Families: Thomas-Clare, The King of Electronics is about to move into the Fashion World." Vest made to order the highest quality, wearing white gloves, at first glance Derek Thomas is tall, handsome, full of the aristocracy of upper society. That image seemed to live in front of his eyes, the sweet voice of that person, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into the voice of the devil. Claude suddenly flipped through the magazine. He was afraid that if he watched it any longer, he would tear the magazine to pieces. "Can you go yet?"

she asked turning her attention to the three men, whose eyes were widened with fear. Emma had created an invisible magically charged fortress to separate them. It was apparent that none of the four men were of royal descent, otherwise they’d have been able to detect the shield that stood between them. They paused looking at each other before each dropped to one knee bowing their heads in submission in front of Mitzie. “Your majesty, we did not want to take part in this. We thought it strange when Japheth only came with our warriors and none of his own. We submit to the supreme king,” one of them spoke.

This didn’t mean anything to the king. “Which kingdom is that, can we go there now?” he asked, “I hold no knowledge of that my king, it was not revealed to me.” Said the chief priest and cut the call. The king returned to his seat. “What did he say?” asked the queen. “That the gods are quiet and all they reveal is some poor kingdom with happy people.” Said the king. “Maybe that is where we will find help for the prince. Do you know this kingdom my king?” she asked and the king shook his head.