Crooked Kingdom Novels & Stories

he make fun of me. I pursed my lips and throw the torn picture to him. “What is wrong with the torn picture, huh?” “My Mom said that in the box there my true identity but I have no idea and mom ask me to flip the picture.” Terrence look at the photo carefully then nodded. “Did you know about something?” Terrence smirked. “You haven’t heard it?”’ I shook my head. “Crescent Scarlet Kingdom is the ancient werewolf kingdom, it’s famous at the time but when they get lost one of their lady. Their king suffer a old disease and there not anything who’s can heal him.”

She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long. "H-hello," she stammered, dropping her head under the intensity of his gaze. "My name is Kendra Wilder." "Miss Wilder, it is a pleasure to meet you," the other man, whose gaze isn't still consuming me, said as he stood up, offering his hand to her. She took it nervously, though she gave it a firm shake. "My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand."

"This is Vandamonth, the third-largest kingdom in the nation. This kingdom has the most sagacious rulers, including greedy King Jarob. I needed the fealty of this man, Jarob. His kingdom stands as the largest in the north, and he could easily eliminate us in battle. But that shall not happen anytime soon. Because I married his daughter, Jazell, I made her my second wife. Jarob Makaah swore fealty to me, even to death. "Ragaleon's voice became strategic. "This is Samaria, the fourth largest kingdom in terms of population," he said, pointing towards the eastern side of the map.

coming out of The gap was lined up in military ranks, and at the end of those rows a person came forward to make it clear to them that he was their king to stand before the kings of other kingdoms and begin to introduce himself, I am the greatest king, Blasher, ruler of the kingdom of darkness, the hidden kingdom, or as you call it the cursed kingdom, to stun everyone, because that kingdom did not exist in the first place. But they didn't even think about itThey found these creatures attacking and killing them brutally and fiercely, and although the army of monsters were few, they killed them easily, to demand the kings to hold a truce and stop that grinding war, so King Blasher agreed, but

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

That was many centuries ago. Willow jogged on the streets of the capital city as she scanned for any suspicious activity. She wore a hoodie and black pants with dirt-stained sneakers. There is an eerie feel to the dark streets. All kinds of supernaturals dwell in the kingdoms. But the maximum ratio is always the ones who rule the kingdom. The others venture due to trade or for 'adventure'.

"My father was a brutal, merciless man. He didn't see his children as family, he saw us as soldiers. When I was fourteen, he dropped me in the middle of a rival territory with nothing but a knife and told me if I didn't make it back by dawn, I wasn't worthy of his name." My breath hitched in my throat. I looked at the sharp, flawless angles of his face, suddenly seeing the invisible scars beneath the polished surface. "I survived," Karlo continued, his eyes darkening as if he were looking at the ghosts of his past. "But to secure this throne, to keep my sister Sophie safe, I had to become worse than the monsters who hunted us. I had to kill my own uncle when he tried to poison my mother. I h

​Kaelor Draven Ashthorne. ​The name alone was enough to make the temperature in the room drop. He was the ruler of the Crimson Dominion, the supreme monarch of the Seven Moon Kingdoms. The stories told about him around the pack fires weren't fairy tales; they were warnings. They called him the King Who Never Bows. A lethal, unyielding tyrant who had ascended the obsidian throne at the age of eighteen after slaughtering his own treasonous elders. It was whispered that his Lycan bloodline was so pure, so close to the primordial gods, that his wolf stood twice the size of a standard Alpha. He didn't just rule; he dominated. And he had a reputation for executing traitors, rogues, and political d

“The kingdom’s falling apart.” I didn’t flinch. “It already fell. When Axel stole it.” He nodded. “And now he’s letting it rot. The council’s gone. The lands are fractured. Your father’s laws have been twisted beyond recognition.” I bit the inside of my cheek. “My father built that kingdom with patience. With honor. And Axel—” I shook my head. “He dismantled everything.” “I know,” Micah said. “I didn’t come to justify it.” “Then why are you here?”

Williams Explained while Rio drawled, then blinked before giving Williams a go ahead kind of look. "Croxx, being ruled by the good King, Falcon, was peaceful and calm and everything went on fine untill one day, A War broke out and the Whole Kingdom became covered in ruins and lived in darkness, under the new rule of a New King named Asmodeus" Williams Explained and sighed. "Huh? A war broke out? What caused the War Dad?" Rio interpolated, he was taken aback by the sudden changes, it sounded horrible to his hearings and truth be told, they really did.