Dwarven King Novels & Stories

king:- that was quiet, I think your pain make you mature, you want to live because you are not in pain anymore, but in my case, I am still suffering that why I want to die, the only thing that can make me happy and set me free is death, Ariel:- kill yourself if you want to die, I will not kill you, because all this thing will take effort and time, that why I don't wast my time in meaningless conflicts, do forgive me, old man. king:- I want to die because, I try my everything to make this country survive and because of that, my kingdom is still alive at least, after fighting 3 nations alone, I think I done enough but then I lose my wife, she didn't deserve that kind fate, because of that I co

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."

Nevertheless, to all appearances, the duke was sure it would be he who would be chosen, so he was already feeling like a real king. “And these are my first assistants,” he went on speaking as if he were introducing the second-most important people of the state after himself. Frankly speaking, their names went in one ear and out the other. And not for the first time. It was enough for me to hear they were both supreme high wizards. The same ones who had been serving Gerhard Ayris. Reive nodded. “My name is Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel,” he began, clearly observing some rules of etiquette, “I’m the true king of Aldenor, chosen and crowned in the year one thousand thirty-one after the imprisonme

That made me realize that he was the demon king in his human form. "I'll gladly kill you." He muttered under his breath. "You being upset now is worthless. Wait until I cut you into pieces and force myself on the blessed maiden. Your soul will then know what torment means." I spat then quickly took a step back when he took a friendly fighting stance. "Kill them, kill them all!" He screamed in what sounded like a loud roar of a dragon making the ground shake. I grinned then rushed towards him ignoring his warriors that were running towards my warriors screaming.

Two or three men sit at the back, in the dark corner, but I don't see the one called Darren. We had had a thrilling conversation, with him detailing the recent happenings and his theory. 'The king is plotting a war, I tell you. If not for a reason to wipe out the wolf-genn, to strike at Asthan.' I smiled, over my second cup of mead. 'And why would you say so?' I asked, careful to keep my voice neutral. 'Well, he has his sights set on the land of course. Power is corrosive. The more you have, the more you seek. And that, dear mate, is what the deer king is after. More power.' 'Still doesn't explain why he let the half men and hybrid wolves and even raveners roam the south.' Darren took a sip

Felix, in full battle garb, sat astride his trusty war stallion. The hawk danced impatiently on the spot, sensing the imminent arrival of the battle. The paladin held the reins tightly in his hands, restraining his horse, and from time to time he glanced with admiration at the rider nearby. It was the king of Ligiria - Edwin himself. It never would have occurred to Felix that he would lead an entire army, especially on a par with the ruler! The young man swallowed - on the eve of such a significant battle he was noticeably nervous. The king turned his head to the hero of Kermalan and patted him on the shoulder encouragingly. Edwin inspired respect and admiration with just his appearance: a t

she says softly before walking toward us, but Mallard laughs, making her stop dead in her tracks. “I am not the King,” He smirks, “He is,“ he says as I stand. “May I present King Madden.” I smile as I admire her beauty, but she only freezes, clearly embarrassed by her mistake… and then it happens… she faints.

Then, he will fulfill his pledge to restore the dark elves' dignity and power in our realm. I saw the queen charmed into a deep slumber. We will wake her up when we get the job done. We need the king out. Once he is out, she will be at our mercy. This is the perfect plan, the perfect opportunity to take back the control that belonged to Audon and me from the beginning: the rightful light king and the rightful heir to the darkness. Stormee Adalwulf

Brevin's words dug at his pride. When Brevin didn’t reply, Rex chuckled. “I am Rex of the Northern pack, fucking heir to the mother pack!” he announced firmly. “I will be king; I am no bastard. When I become king, I will kill all dwarfs at birth. We don't need any more curses in the pack.” Minutes passed, and still, there were no words. Rex stared at Brevin with a mix of hatred and defiance in his eyes. In the next moment, Brevin turned to him, shifting his gaze back. “Cheers to the future king,” he announced, mockery laced in his voice.

I pushed harder, leaping over brush and splashing through streams. "Have you lost your mind!" Diana's wolf form was a full size larger than mine, and faster. "The elders arranged this marriage. You can't just switch whenever you feel like it!" I clenched my jaw, unable to answer in this form. "Elara! Stop!" Diana was gaining on me. I swerved sharply into a thicket of thorns. The barbs tore through my fur and pain shot through me, but I gritted my teeth and kept going.