Dwarven King Novels & Stories

He laughed awkwardly and withdrew his hand. "I'm Edward Norton, minister of state affairs and this..." he gestured at Wymond. "..is his royal Majesty, King Wymond Ed...." The warriors didn't let him finish his words before they burst into laughter, they pointed at Wymond as they laughed and this angered Wymond. He narrowed his eyes as he made to pounce at them, but I quickly stopped him. *They're just being cautious* I reminded him of his words. "If he's the King, then I am the beast that lurks the wizardry forest at night" one of them said.

the Dark King asked, getting me confused. Looking around, I realized that I was not the only one confused by his claim. Did he just call me his guest? Why? How? The King moved towards me, and the other man beside him stared at him with a perplexity that could pierce through steel. The Dark King got closer to me, and my breath caught in my throat, making me hiccup. In an instant, he yanked the chains away from my hands and legs.

Alasdair nodded his head and responded, “Well, honestly, Arphen, we’ve been through that kind of process too.” The one-eyed man’s forehead began creasing, and then he asked, “What do you mean?” “Our father gave us the same series of tests that I gave to our defenders. The four of us, including Queen Aria, have been to those places before I was even crowned as the King of this land,” he revealed. The man was left dumbstruck due to the information he just heard from the former king. “That’s how we met the Dwarves’ leader, Mr. Napoleon,” he added.

She asked again. "No you don't," Kira answered laughing, "Storm has met her though. She is a dwarf." Gwen paused to stare at Kira, her facial expression no doubt showed how shocked she was. "Do dwarfs exist? I mean they are real?" "Yeah since our father was the King who ruled over the dwarfs and elves. Eve and the others are the last survivors of the last war." "There are more than one?" She asks to be sure she heard right. "Yes," Kira said with a smile. "Don't worry you will meet them soon."

He has cards, which are the weirdest cards I've ever seen. Even though I could see it from afar, it looked like a small smoke device sheltered in a rectangular transparent glass cage that kept moving. In the books I read about the dwarves, there was mention of their king. The nameless man who reigns and manages to spread good qualities, he is also a person who can summon high-level spirits, these spirits are the purest and purest souls. As illustrated in the book, the king of Ax and his friends has ankle-length hair, noting that he loves to shirt chiton and go barefoot. He has a kinder heart than anyone alive.

the book was published a thousand years ago, so some part of the history could have been altered to suit the reader's taste. "Who do you think cursed this place?" "Your father did," Alin said, standing by the door. "m-my who? Father?....." "yes your father. the spiritual king, our Almighty emperor. He was the one who cursed this place." the man came in and poured the hot water into the tub. Wren vigilantly looked at him. "Don't be alarmed. I am on your side. I am one of your father's followers. I might not look it but I'm a ten thousand years old dwarven elf. My kind is extinct.. I was saved by your old man," Alin smiled widely.

All eyes were on him, showing different kinds of expression, but all had been overwhelmed with those who had smiles on their faces. Arth’s eyes traveled ahead towards the huge, elegant seat at the end of the runway. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he saw the other three rulers ahead, waiting for him. One of them was the Emperor of Drava, the only imperial country among the other three regions. Then there was the Dwarven King of Stormir, standing tall and proud despite having only half of the Emperor’s height. And of course, there in the middle was the ruler above the three rulers, the High King of Galadhor.

I heard the giants were generally somber, so it wasn't very strange. Unlike the Giant King, the Dwarf King from the Piccolo Continent, Marco Bernardi, was very jolly. The dwarves were known to be jolly, loud, and just. But they were also easily angered. It seemed that King Marco was exactly like that as he kept talking with Elder George without any signs of stopping.

Darcus asked, looking at the now empty glass, but I shook my head in polite refusal. "We're here because you're worried that if I tell people about your dragon secret, they'll think I'm crazy and commit me to a psychiatric ward, right? Don't worry, I won't say a word," I tried to lighten the mood, earning an amused sparkle in Darcus's eyes. "Ella, Sofia wasn't lying. I am the King of the Dragon realm. And you...you're my mate," he confirmed, his voice hushed, an expression of sorrow clouding his face.

Days ago, she had met with a delegation from their reclusive kingdom, a meeting facilitated by a powerful artifact that allowed communication across the seemingly impenetrable barrier that guarded their borders. For over a century, the Dwarven Kingdom had remained isolated from the outside world, their ancient fortress shrouded in secrecy and protected by the formidable curse of a nether dragon. Only members of their own race could pass through the enchanted barrier, making it impossible for Ladia to approach them directly. She had been forced to rely on a member of their race, a skilled artisan who had ventured beyond the kingdom's borders, to relay her messa