King Of Conquerors Novels & Stories

As if attempting to recall the sensation of being complete. Beyond the boardroom, the workplace thrummed with normal activity. Within, two kings battled their history, their emotions, and above all, the irresistible fo rce drawing them closer.

I built my own business, a sprawling empire that would dwarf anything my father had ever achieved in his lifetime. Then I returned five years later, a man transformed, a force to be reckoned with. And I waited patiently for the perfect opportunity, and it presented itself, a chance to reclaim what was rightfully mine. And I seized it. He had come to me himself for help without me having to do anything, although I manipulated the situation behind the scenes a little. I don't care if my methods are questionable. I don't care if he hates me. As long as he's mine, as long as he's within my reach, I'm content.

"The contract has been signed, forever irrevocable." "But I still do not yet agree," I argued. "Close your eyes, you can see the difference," Mewo said. "No. I don't want to contract with anybody," I said. "You have been chosen. You can break the king's contract unless you die," Mewo said firmly.

Robin replied getting very curious about what was so special about this The Conquest List. "The Conquest List is a game Evans, Joe, Miller and I play every six months. We tabulate the number of girls we have slept with in the last six months and the person with the highest number gets to win whatever he wants. We also bet on girls and how long it would take to bed them." "What? You're so disgusting. How could you be playing such a disgusting game? Who owns this avatar called AXY?" Robin frowned, feeling sick after hearing what he said.

“You wanted a Queen to bend. Instead, you have a Queen who commands. You wanted to hide your rule behind fear. Instead, I will rule with strength and mercy. And you will not stop me.” The last echoes rang in the stone as the defenders parted, clearing a path toward Layla. The Hollow Crown advanced, not as intruders now, but as sovereigns reclaiming what was theirs.

“Please go ahead. Feeling your hands on me makes the pain worth it.” I almost rolled my eyes, torn between wanting to kiss him and smack him. “You’re impossible,” I muttered under my breath, but the small, tender warmth that spread through my chest betrayed me. Who would even believe this was the same dreaded Alpha King who had conquered twenty-seven Packs in the last five years? The same man whose name alone could send entire armies trembling? He was known as the God of War, the undefeated conqueror— a man whose very presence could make lesser wolves bow in submission. His intelligence, his ruthlessness, had built his Pack into the strongest and most prosperous in the world.

buried Dogos felt something more to his death, Apako was a careful king and we may say there were no other king as careful as him, he was the first king to win battle with the use of Elephant, his elephants first surfaced at the time when Solo stood against many kingdom, the king who was just a boy of fifteen years old who had conquered many kingdom, as history always goes, he was at the edge of succeeding when he stumbled upon the kingdom where all his triumph ended and was shattered, All the while when all other kings where building great walls he was busy making ditches around the kingdom the ditches where hell deep and at the bottom where tied scorpions, the he made a new map one that e

That was our last conversation before we busy ourselves devouring the food. *** “Did you really start conquering when you were young?” “I only started conquering eight years ago. Winter also just started that same year.” “But what did Geneva say that you started conquering when you were ten or eleven?” He laughed, his voice dark and cold. But somehow, it felt warm in my ears. “She’s just exaggerating. My father is the Alpha King too. The King of Spring. He was assassinated. And since I came from a bloodline of Alpha King, it didn’t take me long to start teaching the packs who their rightful king is.”

"This is not about me. The werewolves attacked our convoy. We cannot just let this go, it'll make them think that we are weak." "Dominic, who is the King of this conclave?" "You are…" "So get out of my office, you have failed. You couldn't find Adira despite all the backup you had with you, if anything I should take away your rank." Dominic was boiling with rage, staring at the floor, but there was nothing he could do. Alaric was King. "I'm sorry, my King. It won't happen again." "Yes, it better not. Now get out of my office."

Year 801, Day 48. Map on the table. 7 Kingdoms. 6 white. 1 black. Bone Kingdom. 49% white, 51% black. The only place that voted to keep Command. Not because they loved it. Because they were afraid to stop. Its King, Kargoth Bone, 60 years old. Never lost a war. Never asked a question. His order that morning, shouted to his 20,000: “Obsidian lies. Asking is weakness.