Novel & Cerita Kerajaan Ghaib

Skipping over a few more lines and trimming over a few pages, I skimmed over the words until I hit what I needed. Time is passing quickly as my kingdom is in despair, the royal King and Queen have no thoughts of helpfulness to the situation nor do they seem to understand the deadliness which is entitled here; our sorcerer has hidden herself, no longer caring about anything of these Northern Whispers, even if she had the utmost interest in them… She's our only hope. Ostana, where are you?

he demanded as he smiled then suddenly when his sister turned around. Marcia sighed weakly, "The Darini was a kingdom located by Ptolemy's 2nd century. It doesn't exist anymore", she hissed alarmed. "Magic didn't exist, until earth went mental and exposed us all", he stated through his teeth, "So dad's a descendant from a hidden kingdom, so what? He's also just a Prince or a Duke whicjever makes more sense", he muttered, "We get the title, but it's not like there's an independent kingdom to return to and rule over. And if there is, how would we even get in? The gates and location are under strict lock and key. I'd first have to inherit it, if it existed", he muttered, "And that's if the lega

I explained to her seriously. "What are you talking about, Bethany?" Her eyes turned sharp, giving me a dark stare. "Princess Rafaella, have you by any chance heard about your betrothed Prince talking about his royal family? Misleading you isn't my intention but you should have known a little about how his family does or what his family appears to be. The Southern Hemisphere was ruled by the Kingdom of Euratus which oddly defines shifting creatures closely in the book of history in another dimension. Not that I totally presumed it to be but the sorceress in that kingdom once required a word from me." I merely got done with my words when her head snapped and her eyes widened in shock looking

“Thanion, Lord of the Underworld, Master of Shadows, Keeper of—” “Get to the point, Zeus.” Thanion’s voice cut through the air like a blade, his patience visibly wearing thin. Zeus chuckled again, unperturbed, and gestured around the room. “You know, for someone who claims to hate their title, you’ve certainly embraced the aesthetic. The torches, the black marble, the... ambiance.” He waved a hand toward the spectral woman, who rolled her eyes and vanished into a puff of smoke, leaving the faint scent of lilies in her wake.

Alaric hinted. "Why do I feel that you guys don't operate on a modern monarchy here?" Kurt asked. "Because they don't," the Ghost Reaper replied. "That palace is just like the ones from the Stone age. And the inhabitants are as wicked as the ones you see in the movies." "You must know the royal family well," Liam commented.

THE SMELL OF shit and urine wafted in the air. Terah scrunched her nose in disgust. She was in Hancia (for a couple of times) again, hoping to find any clues of Mariah's whereabouts. Hancia looked like the reflection of the human world, except the creatures that lived here were powerful ones whom human thought existed only in books. In addition, in this place, kingdoms existed like the kingdom of Ebrosirka, ruled by a powerful werewolf. But the creatures living in that kingdom were not werewolves but those individuals rejected by society. It ranges from witches, mermaids, fairies, and anyone.

Elijah’s palace rose from the ridge like a dark crown forged from stone and oath. Obsidian walls laced with veins of silver reflected moonlight in fractured shards, making the structure appear alive, watchful, and eternal. This was not merely a residence; it was a declaration. It was a place built by generations of Alpha Kings to withstand war, magic, and betrayal alike. Now, it belonged to a Queen who had never asked for it. Rebel stood at the threshold, her breath hitching as the sheer magnitude of the Obsidian Palace pressed against her senses. The air here was different. It tasted of ancient pine, cold stone, and the sharp, metallic tang of dormant magic.

They had faced countless trials before, but this time, the threat was unlike anything they had encountered. Rumors spread of a malevolent power, an entity known only as the "Eclipse," that sought to plunge the Enchanted Realm into eternal darkness. Whispers of its dark magic and shadowy minions haunted the land, leaving a trail of despair in their wake.

I peered at Aqualia through the side of my eyes. "Rumor has it that King Rainard ruled from an island," Aqualia beamed. "Some say, it has this huge magical castle that half of it is out of the sea while the other half is below it. All Kingly assembling is done there. They said that when King Rainard died, the island disappeared. Mother told me stories of this new King who will call to the island. Once he does that, it will appear again." Huh? I blew out an exaggerated breath. "My life keeps getting more and more complicated. I have no idea what you are talking about and the fact that I believe you make this much harder. I'm getting tired of not knowing what I'm supposed to do until someone s

Only a cursed one could have turned her mother, father, and the rest of her family into pillars of sand. Several moons ago, on the day after Shia turned five, her father discovered that she can make all kinds of plants magically appear from the ground if she wills it. At that point, his father decided that the whole family must leave their village in secret and must begin to live a life in hiding. Ever since the appointment of King Caldwell, cursed ones – people like Shia who could do unusual feats – must be immediately reported to the Imperial Palace and be killed. An old prophesy foretold of the fall of the Kingdom of Gascone in the hands of a Demon King – a king that possesses a power so