روايات وقصص ضمن Game Of The Monarch

It was time to become the queen. Even if the game ended in blood.

I secretly rolled my eyes Guess the Monarch's reason for declaring the war from the past was not because of Selene's death. Maybe he only used that reason to start a war. Maybe he knew their plots from the very beginning but tolerate it 'till the end to use her death or maybe - I can't help but to shivers even If I'm in a hot tub. I knew these tasks are not as simple as it sounds. I feel so cheated right now, I want to go back. I hold the black ball in my consciousness and squeeze it hard.

he is the god that adores the royals. ‘It was a good thing that you remembered me. It’s been so long since I last had such entertainment. Seeing how you remember me, I can say you remember our contract as well. Is it right? The former king of the Voneveir? ’

He knew it was useless to use the blade as its spell had gone with the deceased body. "Oh, what now. He failed to kill or put the Monarch to sleep. We must leave immediately because Mistress will go on the warpath when she discovers what happened to one of her puppets. The King looked around him intently. He could not see the person speaking close up until he observed two red butterflies flying away from him.

A political cage match dipped in champagne and dressed in velvet, where reputations were built, dismantled, and fed to the crowd in a single night. Two students would be crowned Monarchs of Thornecrest—ruling figures for the rest of the semester. Technically, anyone could win. Realistically? Only house leaders stood a chance. The current Monarchs were Denise Poppins and Adonis Hale. They weren’t just popular—they were strategically bred for this. The year before, it had been Anabel Lillington and Tristan Hope, both of whom were now interning under legacy donors with bank accounts that could buy the school twice over.

Shane’s voice was steady, though his hands clenched tightly. “She looked out the window when the voice said not to. They don’t like it when you disobey.” “The what?” Shane didn’t answer her question right away. His eyes lingered on the girl with the rose blooming from her mouth, then slowly turned back to Farrah. “The ones who run this… whatever it is… they call it a game,” he said quietly. “But it’s not a game anyone wants to play.” Farrah’s hands clenched into a fist… “She’s dead, isn’t she?”

Mira reminded him again. Finally, Frederick responded. He nudged his horse forward, and the animal surged ahead. Yet, doubt lingered, and that single hesitation was enough. Soon, the horse had galloped past the target. Like the Obsidian Monarch, Frederick didn't aim at the target head-on. A hush fell over the spectators. Some of those seated rose to their feet, eager to witness how the fifth prince would astonish them. Nathaniel was the monarch of the Northern Frontier, but Frederick was Aurensia's Warbringer. In all these years, the only defeat he had ever suffered was the battle at Mount Iron outside Hartshire, just half a month ago.

“You’re not freaking out.” Ledger smirked, dipping his hands into his pockets. “And what good would freaking out do?” He had a point. Ledger continued, “we’ll stay ready, but for now… we’ve got a game to win.” “We’ve got a visit lined up as the Masquerade Monarchs. We're visiting foster homes around the city.” I perked up. “That’s part of the Monarchs’ duties?” “Yeah. Monarchs usually host small fundraisers and donate gift items throughout the year. This last ball pulled in more than usual, so we’ve got enough to make a proper impact.”