King Of Conquerors Novels & Stories

Once upon a time, the kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana were at peace with one another. That peace, however, was broken when the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch, Prince Cone, took over. Prince Cone has always been hungry for power, always wanting more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and queen were killed, and the prince was taken into slavery.

"It's about time someone looked at me and saw what I actually am." Rowan said nothing. He just stayed beside me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of him against the cold air, staring at the same horizon. Geneva waited. The Kings were no longer just defending a name or a legacy or an empire built on careful control and calculated distance from anything that could hurt them. They were deciding something much larger now. Whether to conquer the world that had just quietly, elegantly announced itself Or be consumed by it.

Not submission. Recognition. The mark on my palm burned bright. The throne spoke inside the chamber. THE CONQUEROR MAY CLAIM THE CROWN. THE QUEEN MAY CLAIM THE CONQUEROR. Raiken stepped closer to me. Cassian’s red eyes did not move. Orochi descended from the black throne. Three kings stood before me. One bound by love. One bound by blood. One bound by ancient conquest. The false king laughed from inside the floor. “You still do not see it.”

I asked. ​"Yes, Master," Krug panted, crawling back toward me. "He conquered every pack in the North and the West. He is a King of wolves. He was looking toward the South when he found his mate." I stood up, and a wave of shadows followed my movement, sweeping across the room like a living cloak. I walked to the window, my long black hair whipping in the cold wind that blew through the cracks in the glass. I stared up at the moon. If Calhoun is a Conqueror, it meant he did not inherit my curse. He can walk in the sun while I am forced to hide in the shadows.

“Lord Juraj is frailer than ash, but he has the ear of half the generals; he could decide tomorrow that a military coup would be the best for his family and end all our worrying here and now. But if I am a king with no achievements to my name—” “No achievements?” Father scoffs. “You have read every book in the library.” “Twice,” I mutter. “You are the reigning champion of bolar.” An ancient strategy game Father revived some years ago, it requires planning a semi-realistic attack on your opponent’s pieces, and the winner is the one with the fewest casualties. He’s right, but it’s another skill I’ve developed in my room. “I simply do not believe that kings are supposed to spend this much time

He pointed the sword at the fallen King's face. "There's nothing you can do, Valor. This forest is mine! I will own everything you own," said the victorious King. Hate and anger are evident in his voice. When the King drew his sword to sink completely into the neck of his opponent, it immediately preceded him. It happened fast. Their position reversed. King Valor grabbed the sword next to it and quickly buried it in front of the enemy's chest as he flew his sword. "That's enough of your greed, Hellion!" The King who was the winner is now gradually overthrown. He was called Hellion. Then he is King Hellion.

At this moment, Connie was at a loss for words. With eyes full of shock, she stared closely at the King Black Iron Token in her hand, her eyes constantly sweeping back and forth. She wanted to compare this debauched man in front of her with the Seven Kings of Disciples, the kind of heroes who stood above the rest. In just a few seconds, Connie collapsed! One of the Seven Kings of Disciples—the battle gods in the eyes of all disciples and the kings with the highest honor—was actually this guy in front of her!

Then with its mouth still shutted hard, a resonating voice with growls, if possible, began speaking inside him. ' I, ALEXANDER, ALPHA OF SILVER HELLENIC PACK AND KING OF MACEDONIAN KINGDOM, AM CONQUERING MOON ARGENTUM PACK OF ACHAEMENID EMPIRE! WHOEVER WISH TO HAVE THEIR HEAD SEPARATED IS WELCOME TO STEP FORWARD AND TRY THEIR AUDACITY ! '

“Back in your great-great-great grandfather’s rule, there was no galactic peace. Each of the kings wanted full intergalactic control, and to be considered the supreme ruler. The galaxies fought amongst each other for that control, but none of them had the power nor forces to acquire the great feat. This battle went on for many millennia, and bled into your great-great-grandfather, King Dominic’s, rule. One night, he had a visit from the goddess Aliyah. No other king in history could ever brag about a visit from the greatest celestial being. He asked her for the power to conquer the other galaxies to become the supreme king. She refused to grant him that request, but did give him a promise. S

Aldrich smiled thinly as he looked from me to the dull coloured grass ahead of us and then let out a long breath as he sighed “I had hoped the rumours about your father’s rule wasn’t true.” “Rumours?” I asked curiously. He nodded as he continued to speak. “There are kings I am allies with. Well, in fact, over the years they’re more trusted friends than just mere allies. There are some that have come here a long time ago now and they all had the very same descriptions as one another. These are the same kings that have refused to join in a truce with Edric” “And what did they all say?” I asked in a mere whisper, my heart beating faster at the dread of what I was about to hear. I knew it wasn’t