Novel & Cerita Crooked Kingdom Novel By Leigh Bardugo

Dead Silent! BOOK 2 ON THE WAY!! (Vengeance on the cruel Alpha King ) -THE END-

I get it he wants me to work out the rogue king problems with Cato but how is that possible when he ignores everything I suggest? Ugh, why does everything have to be so difficult? Why can’t for once in my life something be easy? A sharp tightening pain in my chest hits so sudden it brings me to my knees. ….. Two weeks that’s all it took for Cato to cause massive trouble between his kingdom and the rogue king and since our kingdoms are soon to be connected which puts us right in the middle. “What do you plan on doing? Amir won’t listen…” Uncle Bane tells my dad. He sighs and shakes his head.

-Karen- “I do! I borrowed a book from the library when I first became a Mage. It was called 'Nomel Palace'. There are two other palaces in this kingdom. One in Dareme and the other is in Ralio. Dareme used to be the original capitol until the Lucevkin Dynasty took over. Back before the dynasty took over, these lands were just separate small kingdoms. Eventually, they banded together to fight off the kingdom of Imogau. As far as I know, we are the only kingdom with Mages but I'm not very certain about that. I think the other kingdoms might have Mages but there numbers are much smaller in comparison to Mazifik's.” I explained, wracking my brain for this information.

“You got roped in the second you were his kid. Like it or not, you’re stuck with it.” The car veered onto a twisty road, city glow fading as cliffs jutted up ahead, black and ragged against the storm. Sienna’s gut twisted—not from the ride, but from the weight crashing down. She’d spent years dodging Dorian’s long shadow, pouring her rage into paintings nobody bought, swearing she’d never touch his filth. Now it was grabbing her by the throat.

I clenched my fist, willing my body to stop shaking at the reminder of the blood on my hands. I chose this path, I can’t falter. Everything was for a purpose, and I will burn bridges, I will burn myself to succeed. Light shined through the windows as we finally reached the end of the tunnel. My eyes widened at the desolate city, drab buildings of decay and lifeless streets. We continued to drive along the deteriorated road, the car shaking from the potholes. “Is this really where The Rebel’s Creed lives?” I questioned. Bjorn tilted his head, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “This was the original Golden Kingdom under Lazarus grandfather, once Lazarus became King, he built an entirely new Kin

"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."

The words settled like a weight over the room. A shift. Subtle, but undeniable. “They’ve been ruling the kingdom ever since the night the royal family fell,” he continued, his expression darkening slightly. “The council has grown used to power without a crown. Without anyone to answer to.” No one spoke. No one needed to. Because they all understood what he was saying. If the capital knew… Then this wasn’t just about shadow demons anymore. This was something far bigger. And somehow—I was at the center of it all.

"Your father paid for this package, kid. Premium. He told us to shatter your ego. Shave it all off." The clippers pressed to my forehead. Cold metal on my scalp. Then I felt the weight of my hair falling away, clumps of dark curls hitting the wet floor one by one. I closed my eyes and made up my mind not to cry. I didn't cry. That felt like the first tiny win I’d managed in this whole nightmare.” "Look at the floor," the guard hissed. I looked down. My hair swirled toward the drain. I felt empty, not like a Prince anymore. I felt like I was being processed, already halfway done.