Conqueror From A Dying Kingdom Novels & Stories

Some of them even forgot the night eternal of the homeland. On their travels they found other hordes of men. With them, they were at war; with some they made peace and trading arrangements. It didn't last for long; the massive group was divided into three smaller kingdoms. The borders were precise; they didn't change them for centuries. But, the hearts of men were never still, they wanted more. They returned to the homeland. To conquest the homeland was an amazing feat. The conquest of the other two kingdoms would be easy. I have ordered my closes adviser to gather forty of greatest knights in the kingdom. They succeeded, after a long and bloody battle, the homeland was theirs. Will they suc

My heart was pounding as I said "You can't ruin everything I've worked hard for and you don’t get to destroy everything I’ve fought for. You made your decision, Darian. But I'll stop you. You won't win.” He pulled back, his gaze becoming smaller. "It's too late to end it." The kingdom is already lost. “The rebels will reclaim what’s theirs. And I’ll be the one leading them.” I couldn’t even reply, I heard soldiers rushing in already. Darian’s men. My heart just sank and he planned all of this. He has already planned this all along. You’ve already lost,” Darian whispered, his voice barely audible over the battle cries around us. The Lycan King reign is finished.

At the blood pouring from him. "You were like a son to me" he whispered. "And you murdered my mother" Asher replied. "We are done." He pulled the blade free. Kael collapsed. Blood spreading beneath him. His pale eyes found mine. Still full of hate. Even dying. "This is not over" he whispered. "Gabriel still has an army. The kingdom is still burning. You have won nothing." "We won you" I said. "That is enough for today." His eyes went empty. The light faded. Kael. The man who had manipulated kingdoms. Who had murdered queens. Who had nearly destroyed everything.

“Hashmeth was weak, and any true strong king would not have turned his people over unless he knew he would be defeated.” Mitzie’s blazing orbs scrutinized the man, “But you have it backwards. King Hashmeth showed strength in realizing his disadvantage. His weakness was not wanting to see the complete destruction and annihilation of his kingdom, and he acted as a true king would to spare the lives of his people.” “My cousin is the one with no courage. He killed his own father, my aunt’s husband, to gain a power that he did not deserve,” Alford offered supporting Mitzie’s statement.

Now, he was just the help, a living trophy of their new King’s conquest. "Watch it, servant," a voice hissed. Nikos looked up to see Dimitri Kalos leaning back in his chair, a glass of dark red wine held loosely in his hand. Dimitri was the son of one of the families that had defected to Andreas’s side early. He was leaning into the 'new money' aesthetic, draped in heavy furs and gold, looking every bit the smug victor. "My bad, Lord Kalos," Nikos muttered, his voice flat. He stepped forward to refill Dimitri’s glass, but the man caught the rim of the decanter with his thumb, stopping the pour.

Callum shook his head, he had a sad smile. “I’m no king anymore, Ryk.” He said. “Moonclaw’s gone.” He added. “The elders are dead, the town’s in ashes.” He whispered. “I failed them.” He added. “I failed Keira.” He added. “If my death spares even one life, it’s worth it.” He whispered. Ryk slammed the cup down, tea pouring over the edge, his voice getting louder. “You’re not thinking straight.” She said, “Lord Conoron won’t honor a deal, he will kill you and keep slaughtering.” He added.

“I am right here. Say it to my face.” The elder sneered. “Whore of Dravenhold.” The power exploded. Every window in the chamber shattered outward. Chairs flipped. Two elders flew back and hit the wall hard. Kael took the worst of it into his body again. He grunted but held her tighter. Laughing low and dark against her ear. “Enough.” His voice cut through the chaos. “She stays. She fights. She belongs to this kingdom now. Any man who questions her again dies slow.”

he whispered. Domenico straightened, looking down at Rune with disdain. "Brave words. Maybe there's a bit of a fighter in him after all. Too bad I'll have to kill him. Kyra doesn't need another stray. Trying to get to his knees was futile, yet he tried, his palm holding him up for seconds, and soon he found himself breathing in the dust. It was over—for him, he could accept that, but not Laron. Kyra would never forgive herself.

the Elite spats venomously. I study him for a moment, pondering this information. This is why the hybrids are winning the war. While we're stuck thinking they're monsters ready to devour our children, they examine us and record our motives and habits. This man has seen more wars than I could ever dream of, and yet, he doesn't comprehend his enemy. "Did they try to kidnap Kieran? Did they take something?" I throw the questions rapidly, firing them as my heart speeds in my chest. This feels wrong. This is wrong.

“What are you saying right now?” “My true mate is Raven, Princess of Escuro,” I say, loud enough for the troops to hear. “I’ve been with her to Escuro, and I’ve seen the devastation my father has brought them. He attacked them, unprovoked. They were left with nothing, and he still wants more. What happens when there are no more kingdoms to conquer? What happens when he decides that his enemies are in Dun’s Crossing?” “It’s true,” Taner adds from somewhere in the crowd. “My father was part of that attack. He told me everything.”