Ice Monarch Novels & Stories

Omri walked in and he had the information I needed, he was working with my newly promoted third-in-command since Omri is my second-in-command, he chose to work with my side of the monarchy and Michael has his own second and third-in-command since he was crowned King. The monarchy is not split we just have different functions that we split to run respectively, we went over all the details and I saw the progress being made, they were headed over to Emile's land to work their magic and I excused him. Omri has been with us for a long time since he mated my sister and he loves her and the kids, I wanted to ask him about the situation but my sister confided in me and I wasn't going to break that t

Oliver has not tried it, but he had seen lycans who fell severely ill after experiencing such things, and he did not want to try something he was pretty sure was out of his supernatural abilities. “Okay, do what you think is best. I suggest you also make it fast. The execution will be at three, take note of that,” Lisbon reminded Oliver firmly. Alpha Oliver clearly affirmed his superior’s orders, and the conversation came to an end. Then, he turned around to speak to the Crown Prince respectfully. “Your Majesty,” Alpha Oliver addressed the Crown Prince respectfully. But Mauricio shook his head. “Please, don’t talk to me that way. I feel so embarrassed about myself. I do not belong to the blo

But as I passed the heavy double doors of the King's council chamber, raised voices stopped me in my tracks. The doors weren't closed all the way. A narrow gap left the room open, and the angry voices of the pack elders echoed into the quiet hallway. "You are making a mistake, Valerius!" an old elder barked loudly. "You cleared out the bride selection for an unranked, wolfless orphan who showed up using Sienna Blackwood's name!" "She is an imposter!" another elder yelled. "She has no wolf, no family backing, and no value to our pack alliances. Bringing a woman like that close to the throne makes you look soft! She is becoming a political weakness for the entire Frost Pack!"

Well sorry Rin I apologize to you ren arrogantly; As present prince, future king, great-grandson of Blasher, and Mac's super-son, I accept your apology Lian bursts out laughing at that arrogant one, so what do you expect from the arrogant son of Mac and Rhodri, while her son Zeus is about to explode with anger at that arrogant one who never misses an occasion for him or one of his brothers to brag about their super dad as their mother Rhodi tells them about him

“You’ve come seeking advice about Drey and Derek. But what I need you to understand is that there is something much greater at play here. There’s something far more dangerous.” I felt my heart skip. “What do you mean? What’s happening?” “Drey,” Camelia began, her tone grave, “is not the only one in this fight.” “I don’t understand,” I said, my brow furrowing. “The truth, Clarissa, is that Drey's position, the one he was born to, has been usurped. It has been taken from him.” Her eyes glinted, and she leaned forward slightly. “And it’s not just Thompson’s greed or his hunger for power that made him Alpha. It’s something more. Something ancient.”

I said to him. “Thank you, Alpha.” He replied. He paused, shook his head, before continuing. “That girl,” “What girl?” I questioned. “I learnt her name is Celeste.” Elder Stephen continued, ignoring the glare I shot his way. “Before one can interrupt the royal council when in the middle of a verdict, they need to be a part of the pack house, a member of a higher rank. The beta, heirs of the alpha, the Luna, although that's as nonexistent as the heirs, and then the alpha, who's the head himself. But having a nobody, whose origin we don't even know, interrupt us in such a manner, don't you think it's strange? A monarchical structure has always governed us, and everything must proceed according

I looked at Diana. "My name is Lirien Ashvale." The room went quiet. "I am the daughter of Cedric Ashvale, last Alpha of the founder line, and Lirien Ashvale the elder, his mate. I was hexed at birth by Seraphine Cole to disguise my bloodline. I was placed in the Voss pack as an omega. I was told I was slow, weak, broken. I was none of those things. I have been an omega in the wrong pack for twenty-one years. I am, by Council law, the surviving founder heir. I am here to claim it."

“As much as you were. You do not believe me but I have my dragon in my mother’s homeland. And this secret which you now know was the cause of her death.” Mare paused and frowned. “The late queen?” Perci shook his head and looked away. “She was no queen, she was his slave much as you are now.” Mare shook her head. That was impossible. The portraits… "The king would not exalt the child of a slave as his heir.” “Vallezarii is no fool. Unlike you, he believes in the tale of dragons and has a selfish desire to claim their powers for his own. He would not make the child of a slave his heir if he had dragon heirs of his own.”

Orian pulled away from me and walked forward to them with a nod and they all bowed before him only getting into their standing position after he had acknowledged them one by one which I noticed he did with slight composure. He was slightly nervous, I could tell from the way he quickly called each by their name and moved to the next like he just wanted to get this over and done with. It was like he didn't feel comfortable in their presence. "Japheth." He addressed the one I knew was the ruler of the demons and I watched as he raised himself with a not-so-happy look on his face. Orian nodded at him and moved on to the next, "Cyrus." He addressed a man who was a bit older than him next, with st

she said at last, gripping his hand tightly. A faint spark of hope flickered in her eyes as she explained, "The Obsidian Monarch was disfigured, yet he still reigns as the monarch of the Northern Frontier. Your leg may be ruined, but William said the injury only affects the way you walk. Once you grow accustomed, you will move as freely as before. You can still lead troops into battle!