Honey Kingdom Novels & Stories

The woman's gaze looked sorrowful, although her attitude did not match her rude behavior earlier. “Honey … Why do you call this rotten kingdom our homeland? Our homeland is only the Cyrille Kingdom, the kingdom that was destroyed by the greedy people of this kingdom many years ago. My life and yours should only be dedicated to restoring the Cyrille Kingdom. I thought we could get our revenge by letting you be the king of this kingdom. But, I was wrong. As long as that bastard Alison is alive, we won't have a peaceful life in this place.” Queen Melisa smiled, and her smile carried an evil feeling.

With a dazzle of mystery and excitement at the mention of somewhere she had never heard of, never mind somewhere she had never been. Master Fenn also shook his head, but his chaperone, Lord Fielder, spoke up. "I've heard of them, but we have never come into any contact with them." "They're also a clan of peace and abundance, but their territory is hard to navigate, even with our wings. There's a bit of a remoteness to them, though their medicine doctors are some of the wisest harpies you may ever meet." The female peacock's eyes were glazed, she was clearly lost in a memory of hers, but she contained with some more information, "There's then the hummingbird harpy. They are the ones most in t

A thought occurs to me, 'Not unless we burnt the place to the ground'. Now, that is an entertaining idea, everyone knows the witches were rotten to the core. “What are you planning in the wicked brain of yours?” I laugh. “Very simply my friend, we burn their kingdom to the ground if they don’t surrender her to us”. Chuck grinned. The Kingdom was in the middle of nowhere in the wilderness, high in the Whiteface Mountains. Their Kingdom is a remote place where, even humans, would never think to visit.

For now. Damon tightened his arms around me, holding me against him as I held our son. Fabiano Lombardi was a villain king, a beast who ruled all other monster. The king of beasts. Damon Petrakis was no prince charming but he was a simple knight sent to the castle of king by my friend, Gideon. Damon was a knight. And I was the princess who didn't get her prince charming. Even thought I didn't have my prince charming, I didn't deserve a monster.

I said. “That is why we are here—to prevent anyone from cheating or having a false campaign,” he said. “That means we have to follow them to each kingdom for their campaigns,” I said. He kissed my neck softly, rubbing his hand on my stomach as the horse moved slowly. “That would be an adventure for us. Moving from one kingdom to another, there are 151 kingdoms in Atena, plus smaller villages that have not been confirmed as kingdoms yet. That would be a lot of fun exploring Atena with you,” he said. I smiled, imagining it. It would really be a whole lot of fun; no worries, just fun and more fun.

I know why the taskmaster hates me, and I’ll try to keep it brief. The Werewolf Kingdom is divided into four separate Kingdoms and each of these Kingdoms is ruled by a King. The Northern Kingdom is ruled by King Arnold while his brother King Ethan rules the Eastern Kingdom under which our pack, The Moonshine Pack is a part. The Southern Kingdom is ruled by King Hunter, and the Western Kingdom is ruled by King Garner. Well, back to the topic at hand, the reason the taskmaster hates me is because the King of the Eastern Kingdom is my mate.

°°°° ~After a fortnight~ "Men and women of Kingdom Brone! We are under siege! The Athànatoi are upon us! dark days draw near! Strong men of Kingdom Brone come forward and show your might, and fight for yours and mine, for all that was and will be, fight for Brone! May the creator Help us all!" And the people cried, "AMEN! AMEN! AMEN!" °°°° Two months later... "Madam Layla! Calm your horses, I'll eat, see!" Hannah took a big bite from the cake set in front of her and shone a big smile at the fierce looking woman in front of her. "Eat more." She said, and turned on her heels before turning around again, "and make sure you finish all that is on that plate. Heavens, you’re even wore than your fa

Well thinking about it makes my stomach hurt, Westeros should let them go with their small piece of land and Honeywood should let a land they could not defend hundred years ago be free. As I rode to the area of Honeywood, I could see why they call the town Honeywood. It was blessed in agricultural products and they were rumors that plants grow in Honeywood even in the winter. Honeywood was also the biggest in land mass, apart from the capital which was larger than the entire Kingslanding and all its cities put together their outskirts were all huge. One of these outskirts was the one that they were fighting for with Westeros. This was pure jealousy from the side of Westeros I had an idea!

Zelda immediately took one and inspected the honey carefully. Excellent quality. No… even better than the previous batch. A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes. Which family possessed honey of such quality? Before she could ask, Jack answered. “We bought it from a travelling caravan.” “Do they have more?” “Which caravan?” Bari and Zelda spoke at the same time. Their intentions were identical. There wasn’t a travelling caravan within the kingdom that Bari didn’t know about. Once he knew which caravan, getting more if they had, was as easy as flicking a coin.

He wants to erase the words he heard from Adrian, and at the same time his mind refuses to forget these words, so he kept thinking about him and his face was burning with anger when he imagined that his companion was one of the company's assistants. "Everyone must now be asking who King Ayden is, and where sera is now, so I'm going to tell you a little story. Since ancient times, there was a kingdom so far from the human world, that enchanted kingdom was created in a place where no one can Humans can see it or reach it no matter how hard they try and it has always been preserved by magic so that no human can know anything about it. At one time in that kingdom there was a king who had three s