Novel & Cerita Guardian King Of The North

"Stand down, Torin!" From the upper ridge, a towering figure draped in the pure white fur of a mountain bear descended the stone steps. It was Chieftain Gunnar, the ruler of the Northern Border Clans. His silver-streaked beard caught the frost, and his eyes held the ancient, heavy wisdom of a seasoned warlord. He walked past his scouts, his gaze locked entirely onto King Ethan. "Ethan," Gunnar said, inclining his head a mere fraction of an inch. "You risk a bloody war by bringing armed elite guards across my monoliths without an invitation."

I nodded so he continued. "Once they were a kingdom just like ours and Charlotte's. The country was run by one family the 4 sons each were giving an equal share of the kingdom by their parents but the eldest son, the one who ran the north kingdom wanted more since he saw his father hold so much power as he grew. He tried to run a rebellion against his parents and his brothers but was defeated. However his army still followed him and his family refused to excute him so he was banished to the wilds never being allowed to stake a claim to any of the kingdoms or remain in one place for too long. So he gathered an army of rouges and those who had been banished and named himself King of the North

It was something much larger, something that had been sleeping in the mist for a long time. Kieran stood up, pushing me behind him. From the shadows, a pair of ice-blue eyes opened. "Kieran..." I whispered, clutching his arm. "Stay back," he snarled. The creature stepped into the light. It was a wolf made of pure ice, its fur shimmering like diamonds. It was a Guardian of the North. And it did not look happy to see a Blackthorn in its home. "The Blood of the Jailer," the wolf spoke, its voice vibrating in the very stone beneath us. "You brought the Key to the door of the dead. Do you think you can enter without paying the price?"

The image shifted again. This time revealing the unseen figure. A young man. Not Adrian. Someone much older. Someone from a different age. Yet Althea would have recognized him instantly. Because he possessed Adrian's eyes. The same bloodline. The same features. The same impossible resemblance. The First King's expression darkened. "Destroy it." The guardian finally looked at him. "Why?" The question lingered. Heavy. Dangerous. Then the ancient guardian spoke words that shook even the First King. "Because you loved him too."

she said excitedly. Lanox extended his hand to take mine and walked towards me, he knelt in front of me, while Silvana mentioned the oath and my appointment. "Alpha King Lanox North , sole royal descendant of the North lineage and son of His Royal Highness Alpha Isaac North and Luna Queen Leonora North we bestow the blessing for you to be crowned as King Consort Lanox North of our White Magic Coven, arise and accept your destiny, lead our people to the light of life by the side of our Queen Faith" Silvana said, handing me the crown, to place it on Lanox's head.

Avery POV It took Elder Novak quite a while to finally get the hall to settle down. It was obvious that everyone one hated the King of the north, or as he was called, the barbarian of the North. Alpha Kane was a greedy tyrant that suddenly began to attack and seize all surrounding packs until he completely claimed the whole northern region and declared himself king of the whole north. The north central was the only defense separating him from the rest of us, but he had now destroyed it too. There was nothing stopping him from attacking us now.

With the South King backing me, no one would dare challenge my authority. He turned to the crowd. “Georgina has never failed the North, she is more than her father, she is full of strength and wisdom and I am willing to do everything under my power to make her great in the North, She is the King of the North now.” I stepped forward, with a satisfied smile. The people bowed, their heads low, but I could see the fear in their eyes. They were just cowards. The South King oversaw the ceremony himself as I took in the oath.

The guard continued nervously. “And there’s more.” Something about his tone made the entire room tense. “The Northern King has crossed the eastern borders.” Silence. Absolute silence. Even Magnus looked shaken now. Kael’s expression became terrifyingly unreadable. Lyra frowned. “Who’s the Northern King?” No one answered immediately. Then Lady Astrid whispered softly: “The most dangerous Alpha alive after Kael.” A chill crawled violently down Lyra’s spine. Another king? The guard lowered his gaze carefully. “He’s demanding an audience with the awakened bloodline.”

With Queen Aurina locked up in her room, I can't use her support at the moment. Tori turned her attention to the stone-cold chieftain who was listening to her the whole time. "How is your privy meeting to the king, Chief Keiran?" "His words are poisoned. It looks like he knows about the Wall in the north so I have to end his reign through you–" His straightforward answer got interrupted when Tori chuckled. "I am sorry, Chief Keiran. Your honest answer always makes me laugh." Her laughing face froze when she saw how the ice-cold young king of the northern region smiled for a split second.

“This is Arlo and Tempest Bolos, the rulers of Haedra. And this is my little brother, Milo.” He’d only introduced the youngest one as his brother, but it stood to reason that the king and queen had to be his parents, since he had called them his family. North’s head spun at the idea of having two princes acting as her guards—and even more heady/terrifying was the idea that she might end up marrying one of them. What did she know about being a princess? What did she know about any of this? “Don’t curtsy, or you might hurt yourself,” said the one identified as Milo. His voice was harder than Marek’s, like ragged glass.