How To Rule The World Book Novels & Stories

I muttered, already turning back to the shelves. “Get to work,” he said eagerly. “I’ll handle the rest.” When he left, the library fell silent once more. Minutes passed. Then more. Finally, my fingers froze over a thick, cracked leather-bound book hidden behind several others. My heart pounded as I pulled it free. There it was. The rule. In the absence of the reigning king, the rightful heir may reclaim the throne, regardless of prior abdication or forceful removal. A slow, satisfied smile spread across my lips.

Chandra pulled Amara away. "Stop." "Don't try to rule me, Chandra!" "Then don't do anything against my rules! Or I will shut you up." The last line she just stated served as a tranquilizer to me- it made me freeze- stopping me to eat Amara. Into the thin air, I shouted, and I growled. The nearby wolves responded, including Amara. But Chandra didn't. One thing is for sure, she isn't part of our race, and this place is not werewolves' realm. Just the parallel of my world.

She was supposed to be the cold and mysterious among us, but she gradually adopted Harriet's attitude. As expected, Harriet quickly moved from her resting position, an inquisitive expression on her face. "What's the latest?" Karina sat down, sipped my water, and then looked at us. She seemed to be fueling herself before launching the information. Once our father discovers we are gossiping again, we will be a slice of dead meat. "It's about Dehova," she started. Her comment has captured my interest. Dehova has long been an adversary of our realm, posing a threat to us. Dehovians are ruthless, and their rulers are greedy for power and authority. They have won a lot of wars, seizing small count

“No name. No crown. Only vengeance.” “And when he walked, the earth stirred. The dead listened. And the tyrants felt fear for the first time.” “So I ask you, little one— Who rises when history forgets? Who dares when even gods stay silent? The answer will come. And when it does...” “The Rule will break.” *** “When kingdoms fall, the earth remembers. When tyrants rise, the wind listens. But when the forgotten return— The sky holds its breath.” --- Synopsis:

Said Noel. “Wow, I’m not expecting that. That sounds great.” Said Nathan. “But first, you need to solve your manners. Don’t let your Pride control you, because you keep do as your will even know if that’s wrong.” Said Noel. Nathan’s though changed immediately. “W-well, yeah, after that.” Said Nathan. “Unlike other Sin, you can’t against Pride. You just need to guide it to right direction, or it will make a storm that hard to calmed down. I heard that’s the basic of being PRD-class Herrscher.” Said Noel.

talk about this another day. I’m just glad you’re back.” Nick said, as he poured me a glass of water, I gulped down the whole glass and kept my head on his chest while he lay beside me. “Is everything alright already?” I asked, in a muffled tone. “No, but it would be. You’re here now.” He said, I didn’t understand the expression but I was happy he was truthful, he could have lied and told me everything was alright and put my mind at peace and the next day without preparing my mind for anything I would meet my adversaries. “So, what’s happening? What exactly is wrong?” I asked with a calm tone. “He rules the world,” Nick said, with a disappointment-filled tone. I knew instinctively that he m

It had been over a hundred years since an omega had been born into the kingdom of Enchantia and at this, they were believed to be a myth however this was about to change. Loud footsteps of could be heard from outside the small borning room as Alpha Philip paced back and forth in anticipation of the birth of his child. This birth had brought him much worry due to his wife Beta Lela’s difficult pregnancy. It was unlike her previous 3 pregnancies which had run smoothly and ended in the birth of her 2 alpha sons John and George and her beta daughter Caroline. Beta Lela’s cries filled the room, she was exhausted and had been in labor for many hours with nothing to show for it. The midwives began

HE brought HIS words and commanded. “Well then serve me well and do your part in this grand chess game that I am playing against Him, but first, choose your book.” With a snap of HIS finger, the six worlds and books are presented, as the original and the truth is hidden from her, as she anticipated it and fully understands the reason why. She closes her eyes for a moment, as she opens it and chooses the middle and core world of his game, whispering. “The book,”

But there was nothing. Just quietness. Just pages me flipping pages. Innocence wrapped in shadow. Let her doubt everyone but me. Because the greatest trick wasn’t in breaking the rules. It was in following them perfectly while tearing the world apart from within. The next disaster would be bigger.

Tessa declared. “Just say it, then I will decide whether I can do it or not.” Lillian pressed further. “I want you to meet him in any way possible, show up at the places he goes to, make him fall for you and then break his heart. Can you do that? With how endowed you are, I doubt if he will resist you.” Tessa said confidently and scanned Lillian's face. “It won't be as easy as it seems. How do I know where he usually goes, huh?” Lillian asked and itched her nape.