Crooked Kingdom Quotes Novels & Stories

“When we cross the bridge into the Magic Kingdom, I will break the barrier that has kept us out for decades. Once it falls, the kingdom’s gates will open to all. But do not let greed speak louder than honor. The palace is made of gold. The trees bear fruits of silver. You may be tempted. But do not take anything that does not belong to you. Greed will kill you faster than any sword.” My last words echoed in the silence. Every soldier stood still. Listening. Processing. Then the Grand Queen stepped forward. She did not need to shout. Her voice was cold and thunderous, like a storm that had been waiting for years to break. “This kingdom you march to restore, it was once my home. I was born wit

About me? I took a deep breath as Grandpa Mathew's favorite quote kept repeating in my head:” Be careful with your words once they are said they can only be forgiven, not forgotten “. “I’m sorry, father for letting you down, but I will not reject my mate or marry anyone else. You have to find another way to come up with the money you need to save your precious kingdom,” I said clearly, straightening myself. “I am your King! You will do what I say” he growled, letting his aura roll out once again.

he finally said. “You must be crazy and Delusional to think you’ll get what you just said!” I spat immediately, who the hell was selling drugs to this guy, they must be expired or something, for him to ask for something like this, he must be demented. Look at this criminal trying to strike a deal with me. “Well how do they say it, it’s a give and take life in the kingdom,” He replied chuckle, finding what was happening right now amusing. “Yes! The kingdom of hell where you would be rotting in soon!” I replied angrily.

"They didn't do it for a reward. We did it because you were our friend. Long before you were an Alpha on a throne." Dominic’s silver eyes locked onto hers, the intense, possessive flare returning for a brief second before settling into an unyielding warmth. He caught her hand, pressing his lips against the small, calloused knuckles that had spent months stitching together the broken bodies of the poor. "And that is exactly why the throne is yours to share. The elders believe the kingdom is defined by the stone walls and the heavy divisions. They forget that a kingdom without a soul is just a well-appointed tomb.

not even that self-righteous bastard who pulled him out of the quagmire he was meant to rot. “I am afraid I am not qualified for the job.” Viktor only paused for a fraction of a second before he slipped back into his carefully crafted act. He knitted his brows, his face bearing the expression of a man torn between his desire and the right thing to do, he slowly opened his mouth once again “Issac, I know you have my best interests in mind and I thank you from the bottom of my heart friend, but…” he paused, sighing in regret “Haaaiiii……. The interest of kingdom outweighs all else…. Neither you nor I matter… all that matters is…” he waved his hand around, his eyes filling with the right amount

Wierd nose and crooked The guys laughed mockingly "As if everyone doesn't know about you, you have the worst image in the country.....even if you were able to get a husband with your pretty face, I doubt that he would be able to stand in front of the Smiths" The one she had named crooked added. "Joe let's go, before anyone else mistakenly wander here" Wierd nose said. "Yes, yes, make sure she doesn't play any more tricks, let's go meet our benefactor"

“Is it always this warm?” “You are now in the Kingdom of Summer,” Siccala said, sounding too goddamn smug for his own good, “and the eternal Summer rewards us with good weather for everything, good cultivation opportunities, good training opportunities, and beautiful landscapes,” he stated, talking proudly of the kingdom. He sounded snobbish, like it was the most inhumane crime in the entire world, that I didn’t know that. But when you looked at him and then looked at Nicolais, it was clear to see that he wasn’t from here, that this wasn’t his country—or Kingdom—of origin.

For several moments, neither of us spoke. The sounds of the camp drifted through the darkness behind us. Laughter from a distant fire. The clatter of weapons. The low voices of warriors exchanging stories. Fragments of ordinary life surrounded extraordinary circumstances. Eventually, Lucien broke the silence. "Do you know what the greatest mistake of the First Kingdom was?" I looked toward him. "Pride?" A faint chuckle escaped him. "That certainly contributed." His eyes returned to the ruins. "We believed strength alone could protect what we loved." The statement lingered heavily between us.

“Don’t act over-smart, girl. I have your mother and don’t forget that you’re in a place where no one will fight for you. Every fucking person here follows my orders. I’m their King.” “The King who has to shout all the time to remind people that he is the King is not the true King,” I retorted with a snarky remark, “And well, you’re not the true King either way. You’re the brother of the true King who killed his own brother in the greed of the throne.” He chuckled viciously before opening his mouth, “Aren’t we the same? You’re here for the throne, too, aren’t you?”

“Of course there was.” “The King signed it.” Ah. There it was. I tilted my head. “And?” “All rogues are enemies of the crown.” Silence fell so fast it hurt. Lumi grabbed my sleeve. “Riley—” I laughed. I couldn’t help it. It ripped out of me sharp and ugly, startling even the rogues. “Oh, that’s rich,” I said. “That is genuinely impressive hypocrisy.” The male frowned. “You think this is funny?” “No,” I said lightly. “I think it’s tragic. But I cope with humor.”