Ice Blade Of The Monarch Novels & Stories

We looked back to see Dom standing in the middle of the hall. "What is it, young man?" The Senex asked. "How can they be king and queen when Amy Daunter is alive?" He questioned. "Clare James is the daughter of Jane James, therefore she is the true monarch as she is her daughter. The sword decides the King and Queen. Amy Daunter was never the queen. She was given the title for the time being. We told her that she could attain the title if she could bring us the sword. But she couldn't" He explained to Dom.

The Team was thanking Xasha for their bodysuits, seeing that remnant spirits brought up many awful memories. The Ice Queen was a 150-meter tall beauty with long white hair, wearing a long royal dress with snow petals rising slowly off it that gave her a mysterious air. In her delicate hands, she held a similar-looking scythe to the one Emily had in her hands. This was the ruler of the Glacier Forest, a Thorium Realm energy beast that was formed completely from ice and snow.

At the edges of the blade, it is very sharp and bluish silver, while the middle is gold and, when exposed to the moonlight, can emit a sparkling light. Abelard stands with his back to the rock, His right hand holding his sword and his left holding a small knife. Closing his eyes while taking a deep breath, feeling the surrounding air through the passing wind. Abelard’s eyes get opened sharply. His feet hit the ground with all his might to jump over the rock he was behind, a beautiful somersault like a dancing dolphin.

“Andrius Moonshade... The five fragments... That thing is of great use to me. I must get it!” The next moment, the Hidden Monarch transformed into a streak of light and headed straight for Celestial Blade Sect. At Celestial Blade Sect, Andrius was studying the map fragment in his hands when a clear voice suddenly sounded from outside. “Is Andrius Moonshade here? I am the Hidden Monarch. I have matters to discuss with you. Please show yourself!” He was shouting directly from outside. Andrius naturally knew what he wanted. The Hidden Monarch was interested in the map fragment he held.

“This is going to be harder than I imagined.” Yes, Karadeylis was nothing like I could have ever pictured. He turned out to be a short man with chestnut hair. And by short, I mean he was more than a head shorter than us girls. The monarch walked with a noticeable limp, though it didn’t seem to be the result of injury or illness. Looking closer, I realized one of his legs was simply shorter than the other. His body was stocky, dressed in royal—but black—attire.

"I didn't intend to kill your kin, but your kin had killed millions of others. So, I'm trying so hard not to kill you too." "A mortal wanted to bargain with a Monarch," The Monarch said while he was sitting lazily on his throne. It was easy to distinguish between a Monarch and the Outer Angels. The Monarch of the Outer Angels had a larger body build compared to the others. With overwhelming power, he stood eight meters tall to compensate for his massive power. But he could alter his height, and Mira knew that he was showing off to show that he had massive power and was indestructible.

"In that case, let's test it. I'll defeat you with a single strike. It'll be as easy as slaughtering a dog." The elder frowned at Chase's words, his expression darkening. Martial monarchs were prized for their rarity and strength, and even martial supreme-level warriors avoided direct conflict with them unless absolutely necessary. "Arrogance is unbecoming, young one," the elder replied with a shake of his head. "You underestimate the gulf between one martial monarch and another." "A gulf, you say?" Chase sneered. "It's nothing more than a crack in the dirt." As he spoke, a silver-white sword materialized in his hand, its radiant blade exuding a chilling killing intent.

“Oh, Your Majesty, please…” She gasped as he showed her the object. It was small, seeming no longer than a quill, though it was gleaming in the moonlight and well-wrought. Moonlight and scenes of butterflies and flowers covered the outside of it. The little strap that went with it was made of fine leather and seemed too big to be meant for her leg or arm. “As a celebration of your progress in training,” he said as she pulled it apart to reveal the thin, gleaming blade.

How is it that the guy who is dating my mate possesses so much more power than I do? Even the council members lack his level of vitality. I am aware that the monarch is rumored to be a Lycan. Lycans are a subspecies of wolves. However, that gentleman is not a Lycan. He does not smell like a wolf. He has a more human scent and walks with such confidence. Why was I coerced into submission? The King is a centuries-old man. That gentleman appears to be my age. As a result, he is not a king. However, who is he?

The razor sharp steel kissed my throat, forcing my head up to look him dead in the eye. The frantic, nervous advisor from the royal sanctuary and throne room was gone. And in his place sat a cold blooded Lycan soldier. This was the man who kept the Monster of the North on his throne. The King’s Watchdog. "Do not mistake the King’s desperation for mercy, girl," Marcus whispered, his voice flat and deadly calm. "The orchid will be ready when we return." "And if it's a trick?" I choked out, feeling the blade nick my skin.