Ice Blade Of The Monarch Novels & Stories

‘Thinking about it puts a bitter taste in my mouth. ‘Alpha Hawke –‘ My mate spluttered. ‘You will regard me as His Majesty, Alpha Hawke the First.’ His eyes gleamed. ‘The first monarch of the era of the liberation of all wolves.’ ‘Do whatever you want –‘ He was fading away as I watched. ‘But my mate.’ His eyes went to the side and I turned again to watch myself struggle against a barrage of palace guards.

Now completely engulfed inside a pool of dust and white mists, my vision is slightly blurred. Whatever it is I just dodged, it’s big, and the power perhaps is at least five times of the spear’s momentum plus the shockwave of the spear’s explosion. That’s how I felt. The impact is so strong that the ground sunken with a crater of a 6 metres radius. As I look to the object at my left, it’s flat surface reflected my body starting from the chest and below, like a mirror. …and here I was expecting an iceberg. It’s something more dangerous than that. It was a sword— no, an Excalibur, maybe ten metres long, and it’s made with her ice too.

Massive windows of impossibly thin glass stretched from floor to ceiling, offering views of the ancient forest that surrounded the palace; trees with bark of silver and leaves that shimmered between emerald and sapphire depending on how the light struck them. At the centre of the chamber stood a circular table carved from a single massive piece of moonstone. Its surface rippled occasionally like disturbed water, reflecting not the faces of those seated around it, but fleeting images from across the realm—a visual representation of Eldoria's collective consciousness. King Sylvan Silverleaf sat motionless at the northern point of the table, his posture perfect and unchanging as only an immorta

At the center of the advancing horde, towering three stories high above the smoking crater, stood the Ashen Monarch. The entity was a tall monolith of black basalt and red glowing lava. Its skeletal head was enormous and had no features other than a vertical slit of blinding molten-gold fire that burned like a furnace. In its giant hands it held a weapon made from the core of a star cooled off, a huge double sided battle ax that radiated heat so much that the air yards away shimmered and warped. "Puny usurpers..." a voice, heavy and grating like grinding tectonic plates, echoed directly into the minds of every warrior in the Obsidian Ridge army. "You wear crowns of dust upon a world that bel

It was time to rise and dress herself to face the Lycan King. She glanced at her reflection in the large gilt mirror hanging above the sink basin. Her haunted eyes judged her harsher than any villager raining blows on her head. If it came to it, she decided, she would turn her blade on herself before letting the world in which her mother existed burn in a rain of fire. ****** There was something to be said for being clean, she thought as she worked at her long, dripping hair. The Lycan King had seen to her needs, at least. There were an array of combs that she used to smooth and arrange her hair.

It shimmered under the moonlight, edges still sharp enough to split spirit from soul. Edric accepted it first. No hesitation. No flinch. He sliced his palm with precision, and the blood spilled bright and crimson onto the circle. Then it was my turn. I took the blade. Steady. Proud. Sassy, even. "Try not to faint, Your Majesty," I whispered. He grinned. “Only if you catch me.” I cut. The sting was sharp, but fleeting. My blood joined his—and when it did, when it splashed together on the sacred stones, it glowed.

It was my father’s blood. My heart began pounding very fast. Fury rose like fire in my chest. I thought of reasons to control myself but the simple truth made my thoughts tear apart. This blade was a royal weapon and only certain people carried royal weapons. I understood the rules of the palace weapons. Only four people ever held that dagger: my father, my mother,Caine, and me. The Royal Lycan’s blade was a symbol and a tool. Its edge was made to kill what normal steel could not. It had an antidote and a counter-salve kept in the royal room. It was not for rogues or any other wolf. It was only for blood and rule.

Edward casually took a seat; Jacky and Ninth Princess sat nearby, watching the chess game. This chessboard was a treasure of the Princess's palace. The entire board was carved from a single piece of pure white and flawless jade, emitting a gentle radiance, intermingling with the green to create an enchanting contrast that made it hard to look away. Gold threads separated the squares, casting a golden glow that instantly identified them as pure gold of the highest quality. The chess pieces were made of gold and placed on the jade board, sparkling like tiny suns. The appearance of this exquisite and precious chess set in the Princess's palace reflected King Lycan's affection for her. Edward sm

These ice-mages, as they grew up, succeeded in winning the war, and united the clans under their reign. The first child, as the one leading their siege, was called 'Icefall', because he used his ice magic to make the enemies fall to their knees and surrender before him. Icefall was the first monarch of a long dynasty, reining over the Icelands up to this very day.

He had seen her summon and practice with griffins but it was the first time seeing her manage her power and control them with easy and confidence. All of them were a little surprised how the ice particles from the glacier box had not glided everywhere but had only remained within a one feet radius from where Miguel was. It was as though the queen had formed a wall around to prevent any ice particles from flying off as spikes that might harm others around as those ice particle varies in size and shape some big and some sharp.