Dwarven King Novels & Stories

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

"We need to make it back to the border quickly." Soldiers wrestled her out of the punt while another paid the captain. She watched him float away with her precious bow and quiver, the work of many days and nights. A horse was brought, and Violet clambered on. "I'm King Curzon of Ipsit and I have been searching for you for a very long time, Violet," he said, positioning his horse next to hers in the center of the procession. "You're going to make me the most powerful monarch in all the elven realms."

he whispered. Sera shook her head and let out a sigh. Young love was so complicated. Relationships were so much easier back in her day. "Dorian," she called. "Is the King home? I’ll need to pay my respects and request his permission before you treat Zedekiel." Dorian glanced over his shoulder with a reassuring grin. "That’s already been taken care of Sera. Our King would never refuse the Elf King. They’re good friends you know. But you won’t be seeing him today. He left the mountains a week ago to fight against the Shadow magic users. Word is they’re getting bolder, trying to unseal the Lord of the underworld. Our King has been hunting them down ever since."

She asked and he froze, looked around at his people. “Yes, a few brave others have attempted the same feat.” He said and Adrian clasped his hands together. “Handsome! Where are they? They are the ones that can give us first hand information about the quest, no?” Adrian asked. The king glanced at his men again, not just any man but one in particular. The dwarves used to look identical to her when she first got here but not so much anymore. She remembered the same man to be the one that had been on the dwarf king’s right hand when they took the castle over.

Patting her dress lightly and straightening up her body and a maidservant suddenly appeared from nowhere to tidy up the table. “We've to make the snake people our ally in order to prevent this constant rift between the kingdoms darling. They're strong, they've one of the best armies in the continents and their princess is beautiful. She would be Queen.” “What about Minerva?” Old Mr Gael asked. “Although she is not a dragon shifter, she holds a special place in Vincent's heart. I can see it from afar…”

I thought that with phoenix back, I could protect the pack without thinking of the decision-making aspect. Darted worriedly. What if I fail to make a good decision in the near future. I might've proven myself worthy of the position, but I could also prove myself unworthy with any slight mistake. Besides, I had never been a ruler before, I had no idea how it was being one. I was practically just following my instincts for now, but the more I sat down to think about it, the more worried I became.

Yet their presence sent a ripple of fear through the crowd that lined down the path. Even the pack warriors avoided their gaze. Kaerith’s gaze lowered to the ground. Her stomach twisted, her breath shallow. Everyone knew the stories — the Black Sun, the cursed king who rose after 1,500 years, and the monsters he made of men. They were no longer wolves. Not quite human. They were called the Dreadborns It wasn’t blood the king hungered for now… it was worse. He began to claim the daughters The Fenrir's Fang ever produced, their flesh and heat.

Then came the sound of hooves. At first, I didn't think much of it — travelers and merchants often passed through our village. But when I stepped outside, I saw the dust rising, the banners snapping in the wind, and the armored men riding closer in formation. Then I saw him. Darius Venn. He wasn't a king, though he fancied himself one. A warlord — brutal, ambitious, the kind of man who built power from other men's ashes. His armor was blackened steel, his red cloak torn at the edges and crusted with dried blood. I'd heard the stories — how his blade never stayed clean, how villages that resisted him never stood again.

"And he won't escape during that time?" "Never. The runes won't allow him. Your choice vampire king. Do you want to give your brother a payment?" Seeing that he would never be sure whether his twin brother is dead or not, Lothaire is stuck in a rock and a hard place. Willow pitched in beside him, "the terms will still remain the same. No harm to him, the one he cares about nor his kingdom. You won't touch anything about him" The mage reluctantly nodded. "Very well"

”Wait! Feng Shaotian halted from his step. Turning around, he saw a dwarf with a huge build but short height staring at him. He stared at him confuse. The dwarf then stepped forward before bowing. ”Please accept me as your subordinate. The dwarven kingdom don't accept people like us who became slaves in human hands. “As we are known for our craftsmanship. Humans would asks us to make weapons for them, and it was a forbidden act that dwarves should not do. This is also the reason why returning to our home was not a good choice.