Dwarven King Novels & Stories

“Same. I wasn’t expecting you here. And, I know I’d die but release that girl. She’s someone’s wife. I value marriage and they seem happy” The King clenched his jaw on hearing the dwarf’s words, “And I did. She’s happy, with her husband. I came on more important issues”. Lu sat up from the dampened soil. The King had released the girl? What changed his mind? And why'd did the werewolves leave him here? “What issues?” Lu scrutinized him. “Dwarfs have two options. Since your ancestors swore to serve us, you either serve, with a good reward. Or leave and never return, all of you”.

The future of their realm would be gone once the dwarves take siege of Volcron and destroy and steal everything in it. It pained Raeherys even more that there was nothing he could do to save them. He was helpless in this dark, sealed cage, and locked in a red leash that prevented him from shape-shifting and blowing fire. He tried his best to be a better king, but he ended up just like his father and his brother—both defeated because they underestimated the humans. And he made the same mistake.

The door opened. Aurelion stepped inside, already dressed in dark formal attire that emphasized his height, his power, the authority that radiated from him without effort. But when his eyes landed on me— The king vanished. His breath caught. And the dragon stirred beneath his skin. “You are…” He stopped himself, jaw tightening slightly. “Going to faint?” I teased gently. He huffed a quiet laugh. “Magnificent.” My pulse fluttered. “You’re sure about this?” I asked softly.

said King Ruven Omanelis. "Fine, I agree with you, My King. At this time, the Brighton side was also allied with the Dwarves. They created tools and weapons for us to go to war. For a business with the Dwarves, I left it to Bowen and Benji. We must save every remaining life," said Edmund with fiery eyes. "The demons have been waiting for the time to slaughter the last dragon with their ultimate weapon," said King Ruven Omanelis. “Astrid Lewis? I never thought she was the ultimate weapon of the demons who locked up The Heart of Magic," said Edmund, stunned.

Some of the elves chuckled and some even stuck out their tongues. “While moving further to the south, a man became obsessed with becoming King. He is arrogant, selfish, stingy, greedy, and dictatorial. Leading outcasts like Trolls, Ogres, vultures, and even Cyclops." Wiggy squeezed the fork he was holding until it bent. The Elves joined in a growl, some sticking out their tongues again, this time with displeased faces.

It would keep him from committing murder and he’d never have to see that hurt look in her eyes that he’d seen when she’d realized he’d taken Kit out. “Speaking of not being gentlemen, I love human women.” Jaded chuckled. “There is something that makes me so hard when I see them. I don’t know if it is because they are so different from our females or if it is because they are just so different from us.” Cedar laughed. “I am hard right now watching the human I danced with before I came to the table. I’m still having fantasies about her small hands brushing over my

The most powerful human mage was always appointed the king's adviser and that practice never changed. The dwarves had a very pragmatic view of magic. As they lived deep underground, they never even bothered with light magic. If it turned out that the mage was destined for that kind of magic, he could either go and learn somewhere else, or not use magic at all. But only a very small fraction of them had the light spark. They had lived underground for so long that only a rare mutation could lead to such a terrible curse. Those with the appropriate resonance were sent to dwarf universities. They invented magic potions and were the only race to do so because wizards did not like to share their p

"Humph!" "You don't know what's good for you!" "Don't think that this king doesn't have a way. Hurry up and get the Bloodthirsty Cauldron!" The Spirit-devouring King coldly said. Very soon! A huge red tripod was moved to the main hall, facing the evil and ferocious statue of the Spirit Swallowing Divine Beast in front. "Since you insist on not eating these good things, don't blame this king for being ruthless and taking some special measures!"

His eyes were a deep blue, like the night sky and he carried himself like a man in charge, fitting as he was the king after all. “Father. I would like you to meet Kara Ravenfield or Yarrow. Kara, this is my father Callan Horne, King of the dragons.” I stood up and looked up at the king, giving a respectful bow before holding my hand for him to shake and gripping it firmly while doing so. He looked me up and down, giving me an assessing look before he nodded once and smiled brightly.

Who was this person sitting on the throne? He was a wolf that stalked his prey till they were bled dry. Every word had a deeper meaning in his mind and nothing could be forsaken in his presence. "A servant of our manor gave it to father." Before Damien could speak, Karl stiffly replied making the monarch smirk. "Duke Everdale's manor must be filled with riches for a servant to have the wool of the armean stag which is rarely found....I could smell the medicinal aroma of it from here."