Conqueror From A Dying Kingdom Novels & Stories

But alive. Victorious. “I built this kingdom,” he said, voice trembling but fierce. “And I will not let traitors end it.” My vision dimmed, and as darkness closed in, I saw him turn— dragging himself toward the corridor’s end. Wounded, exposed and alone. And somewhere above us, I felt it— a presence cold like death, watching. Smiling. My final thought was not regret. It was understanding. The Reigns would fall, not by my hand. But by hers.

he said, voice low and serious, “this is no dream.” After we toasted, and after he pressed a soft, intimate kiss to my cheek, we walked down toward the stables. We held hands as he told me how the palace was built, how his grandfather had won the throne over two thousand years ago, and built the Kingdom of Summer from the ground up, establishing the wealth that defined it today. “I’m proud to lead these people forward,” he said, sounding genuinely sincere. “Which is why…” His gaze shifted—deeper, heavier, something I hadn’t seen before. “It’s important for me to pass it on.”

Never had her father made such a grave error, and this time she knew it would cost him dearly. "My people thirst for blood," King Ragnar declared. "We're Vikings, it's our way." "There has to be another way," Sophie urged, attempting to keep her voice steady. "You're the king; you can-" "I'm a Viking king," he interrupted before signalling to someone behind her, prompting Sophie's hand to rest on the sheath of her knife, anticipating whatever was to come next. She felt two hands seize her, causing her to swiftly spin around and unsheathe her knife, swinging it at her assailants.

“You are king, but the realm still serves the Lunar’s Covenant. The Moonsaint and the gods will—” Axel took a step forward, his towering form casting a long shadow over the Moon Saint. He looked formidable, this was Axel the Conqueror, the mad king committed suicide merely at the news of his conquest, he could not live to face Axel the conqueror's full wrath that he died cowardly, even the moonsaint's legs weakened. His voice was low, deadly. “ I serve the moon goddess, the Flames of the Hunts, Look outside your walls. My army outnumbers your entire faith a hundredfold. Don’t think for a moment that I won’t tear this place apart stone by stone to get what I want.”

He paused, letting his words resound powerfully over them. "The four kingdoms are under attack," Calhoun continued. "There have been strange occurrences happening in the wastelands. That would be the site of our battle. We would rather die than see some self-proclaimed leaders take over our Kingdom. We would fight them with everything we have, and we wouldn't even break a sweat. We would crush them like the ants they are, and we would drink of their decapitated bodies, why? Because we are the warriors of the blood kingdom!" At that, thunderous shouts of pride emanated from the soldiers, and even the earth they stood on shook. The warriors roared and shouted, raising their weapons in the air.

The drum of war is beating so fast and loud, Theo knew that there is no way king Archer would want his wife to stay in Prussiate for long, especially not with him. He could smell war and blood, his fight with the king of Guham was close, he would have to kill Archer to avenge the death of his father, and he also needed Guham kingdom as it is one of the most powerful kingdoms. He wanted more power and a full empire, it's either he died or his opponent died, but it seemed like Archer was the one to die as he would have to come to his kingdom because of his wife. He had used Pearl as bait to capture Archer.

said Adharva, never one to have bothered with subtlety. "A fight with Maheraya is not advisable," said Rishi. "I don't think it is a matter of choice. Their army just conquered the last Chief before our borders begin," said Adharva. "However, there is difference between fighting a Chief and a King. You are also conquering Chief's in the other direction," said Rishi. Samar however said "You know what is best for this country. We both will stand with you till the end on anything." "We just have to find a cellar to hide the little prince," said Adharva seriously looking at Dhruv, their youngest brother who stood behind Rishi now, having walked in a moment before.

I think that was as much as my father could take of Trevor trying to ruin my reputation. Before anyone could do anything, my father was holding Trevor by the throat with his feet off the ground. At first, Trevor still looked arrogant as he tried to power his way out of my father’s hold. He should have known that my father’s strength is legendary. My father is the deadliest warrior in the kingdom. The king has called on my father to handle difficult rogues. You can’t get out of my father’s hold unless he lets you go. My mother, me, and alpha Conner try to calm my daddy down. I plead with my father to let Trevor go. My father is not listening to any of us.

Because of it, I lost fifty of my men. I wiped my drenched lips after drinking water and looked at Pierre, who was sadly looking at the people in front of us. I sighed before talking, "We're bound to lose precious people in this line of living. It's ironic because I have killed several people, but endangering my cherished people is also something I also fear to experience." As I continue to spend more time with Pierre, my understanding of his nature also changes. It's as if he's becoming a different person based on what I expected as the days go by, or is it just because this is his true nature and my impressions were wrong?

I asked the soldier as he was turning to leave us. “The Flame Dragon Empire…” the soldier replied in a low voice. No more needed to be said. All our eyes dropped to the floor as the full-scale of the situation sank in. There was no way we could win a war against the Flame Dragon Empire, the biggest, wealthiest, and most ruthless empire in this region. This war isn’t something totally unexpected, rather it was just a matter of time before our land along with many of our neighboring towns would be under attack.