Conquest Books Novels & Stories

He was reading the demon history book. The Lycan King took a deep breath. This was bigger than they expected. "This is the ancient book of demon rituals and history. It says here that the only way to resurrect the death angel is to shower his tomb with the blood of four Queens. The Lycan Queen, The Vampire Queen, The Dragon Queen, and lastly my Demon Queen. Which I haven't fucking found yet up to now! Motherfucker!" Lucifer slammed his palm in his mahogany desk. The wood cracked. On the verge of splitting in half, he snatched his laptop in time.

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

There was peace and prosperity until my father ruined everything and died like a dog in the hands of a young conqueror… That drop-dead-gorgeous conqueror in front of me is sitting on an expensively carved mahogany chair with both of his feet raised on top of the table, his boots above the books which made me shake my head in dismay. If only I am not too scared to disturb him on the book he is reading—-wait. I squinted my eyes, trying to read the title scribbled on the book and is that… is that a book of children’s story?! My eyes widened in disbelief. What is he doing reading such a book?

As he murdered and readied them for death, he gained a better understanding of the beasts and monsters. Abomination hunts were more popular than gladiator battles at the time. These processions of unusual creatures, uncovered by land expansion in the mountainous region by the witches, first appeared in the early days following the great flood that covered the land. A decade after the devastating catastrophe, the appearances of the beast monster had become commonplace, as had the appearances of the other supernatural beings. In order to maintain control over ordinary lycans and ferals, the hidden order transformed the procession of abominations into quests, which were completed by the lycan k

Abigail said as she sank down onto a chair with a defeated expression. “We’ll be the victors in this, “I assured her. “I just need to do a little prep work before we go into battle.” “Understood,” she nodded. “What do I do?” “Rest,” I said. “You’ll need it.” She draped her body over the chair and swung her legs absent mindedly while she watched me pour over the pages of the grimoire. With my strength returned to me and my magic intact, I speed read the entire eight-hundred-page ancient book -with one-hundred percent retention- within a matter of minutes.

Not only satisfying lust, Nathan also feels refreshed, and emotional when having sex with Amada. Not to mention, last night he used all the gentleness he had, as well as sincere affection from the heart, so as not to make Amada suffer any harm. Something that no one had received from Nathan yet. No one forced or asked Nathan to do so, but he did, out of his free will and his own will. Nathan felt that Amada deserved to be treated with kindness, to be cherished, to be loved. Amada has completely conquered Nathan's heart with her noble qualities, unyielding will, and indomitable resistance to adversity that she showed last night.

I approached slowly, the heels of my boots clicking softly on the polished floor. Drawn like a moth to a flame, I skimmed my fingers across the titles etched on the spines. Tales of kings. Wars. Bloodlines. My gaze caught on a thick, weathered book left open on the desk. Its title was simple: Pack Histories and Blood Betrayals. A cold shiver rippled through me. I leaned over, my shadow swallowing the page, and began to read. At first, it was the usual: chronicles of battles, treaties, ascensions. But then, a word snared me, rooted me in place:

Lorenzo's POV I step behind the worn wooden counter, the familiar scent of aged liquor enveloping me. Operating the bar isn't just a job for me; it is a veil, a shield against prying eyes. Concealed behind smiles and casual chatter, I safeguard a world known only to a select few; each glass I wipe, each smile I wear—it's all a charade, a facade shielding the hidden truths that lurk within these walls, my past, a buried treasure, one I couldn't afford to unearth, and my present life, a double.

I plop down on the sofa when I didn't find anything appealing to read in his bookshelf. “Didn't find anything appealing?" He asked. I rest my head back. “Yeah. You have boring books." I mutter. I should leave. I will be getting bored and nothing else. “What type of books do you like?" He asked. I look at him with my head resting back. “Fiction." I answered. He grabs his phone and calls someone. “John, I want you to get a bunch of the latest fiction books and the most famous one as soon as possible. And remove the books from my bookshelf to arrange those in it."