Cookie Run Kingdom Gingerbrave Novels & Stories

I broke free of Jarnja's arms as the summer heat of the yellow rose intensified, my breaths coming hot and heavy at the touch of her lips. The cockerel of Ragnarok, my fetch Gullinkambi, crowed to herald Sunna's bright apex in the sky as noon settled its dry bones across the mountain kingdom of Utgardr.

His brow lifted, suspicion clouding his expression. I nodded, keeping my tone light. “I need to clear my head from your toxic presence.” “I have work to do, Gianna. I can’t babysit—” His scowl deepened. “Pleeeeease!” Kate cut in, tugging at his sleeve. “You can make cookies again! Or tell us a story!” “Or let us play with the swords!” Kayden added, his grin wide and mischievous. King groaned, running a hand down his face. “Swords are not toys.” He muttered, but the fight was already leaving him.

"If I let you buy me lunch right now, I'll spend the entire interview wondering whether I actually earned it, or if I'm just coasting on charity." The courier laughed, the sound surprisingly deep, genuine, and warm, breaking the last vestiges of ice between them. "...Fair enough. Can't argue with work ethic."

“It’s… 1438 AE, Your Majesty.” My stomach dropped. No. No. No. “What kingdom is this?” I asked, though I already knew the answer. “Earldom, my Queen.” My voice cracked. “Who rules this kingdom?” “King Alaric,” she said softly. I froze. The Raven King. The man I’d just insulted in class that morning. The tyrant who burned the world over a betrayal. “Shit,” I whispered under my breath. “This has to be a joke.”

His eyes do not leave mine. “Whenever the Alpha King enters a territory,” Damien says, “every werewolf must bow.” For a second, my brain refuses to process the sentence. It arrives in pieces. Alpha. King. Bow. My face reacts before my thoughts catch up. My eyes widen so fast they sting. My jaw loosens. Not dramatic, not theatrical, just human shock, the kind that steals structure from your expression. The kind readers know because they have felt it themselves when reality flips without warning. I actually look behind me.

"Well then...take me to my kingdom, Your Highness." Viktor smoothly piloted his sleek private jet as they raced towards Valendria. Amy fidgeted nervously in the plush leather seat, still struggling to grasp her new reality. "You are very quiet." Viktor reached over to take her hand. "Having doubts?" Amy attempted a casual laugh. "Oh, I'm just peachy about becoming royalty and getting mobbed by cameras. No big deal!" Seeing Viktor's frown, she hastened to add, "Hey, don't look so worried. I agreed to this crazy adventure with open eyes." She squeezed his warm hand. "I know you'll protect me from the mad circus as best you can."

I replied looking as guilty as possible, until I looked at the King directly before we both started to laugh at our little running joke between us. Out of the corner of my eye I see the Queen rolling her eyes at us both whilst we laughed some more at her reaction, “are you two ever going to over this joke?” She says in an annoyed but slightly amused tone, both me and the King shook our heads in unison replied “nope”. She then walked up to me so gracefully like she was floating on the ground and not just walking pulling me into a hug before letting me go to sit down on the sofa next to her and the King. ‘She is stunning’ I thought to myself as I looked in the direction of where both are sitti

Loki interrupted, returning her gaze to him. The young man by name; Kylo Greyson, shot a brow upwards in a brief surprise before he gave one short nod at her. "Alright if you insist, my lady." He bowed slightly at her and Loki frowned, her brows creasing briefly. She turned around to leave but on second thought, paused. Turning back to him she added, "Its been Ms. Colleen for many years now, not Ms. Donovan. It is way too late for a sudden change of names, don't you agree?"

Regis Filia Gazmin immediately knelt down and bowed. "Good!" he said. He stood up, and he supported the regis filia to stand. "Take it." And he reached the Eoburos Kingdom Ancient Jade." "Thank you for trusting me, Emperor Aegaeus. I promise not to let you down." "Benige facis, Emperor Aegaeus!" Governor Gedda's statement. The next day Empaler Aegaeus left first, and General Dour was with him. IMMORTAL WORLD - NUNNEAPIA NATION - OTTONEM KINGDOM

The voluminous curls of my mane often feel like a hindrance, a testament to my thick and curvy physique. Placing two meticulously crafted cocktails before me, she grins, her eyes widening in realization. A sheepish admission follows – she forgot her purse. Once again, I find myself left alone in a crowd, a surge of nervousness enveloping me. Sipping on my cocktail, the liquid infusion prompts a welcomed relaxation. My gaze sweeps across the vibrant expanse of the club, and amidst the pulsating lights, a pair of eyes captures my attention – the King's. A flutter of anxiety courses through me as I watch him lick his lips and discreetly instruct a guard, pointing in my direction. I try to convi