King Of Myriad Domains Novels & Stories

It's never like heaven if the gate makes you feel like this, let alone inside I think the inside will make me lose my mind for sure I am really very grateful that I have come to this place my happiness really just as I expected it will be the most beautiful adventure ever. Adrian looked with great pride and said to her: Of course she will be beautiful and unparalleled. You are now standing in front of the largest and greatest kingdom of the paranormal. It is my kingdom and the greatest kingdom with a great history. That is why I am proud to be one of it and I am not from another kingdom that is surrounded by nothing but blackness, hate and hatred everywhere.

“Just like I explained, you die… trapped in an endless void.” A silence fell. My heart pounded. I’d wished for death so many times, but the thought of being trapped alive in nothingness—it terrified me. “What should I do?” I asked quietly. “Simple,” the voice said. “You have one objective. Kill the King — Darius Venn.” The name hit me like a punch. “Wait,” I said slowly. “Darius Venn? The same man who destroyed my family?” “You can see him however you wish,” the voice replied. “But yes. That’s your objective. When you kill him… you’ll be granted one wish.”

The latter keep mumbling a muffled incoherent words. "Like I said, the seven pillars of leadership are also the seven kingdoms of Acient of Ancient Era. They are: Freille Aciere, Dracous Alourre, Elvious Levou, Dwaa Acre, Gaurdous Sattierre and of course Mavis Ancienterre." His father said. He was surprise knowing that Mavis, their kingdom was once belong to the legends of Seven pillars of leadership. No wonder why the other kingdoms are warry to invade them.

Scene: The Kingdom of Eldoria (Color: Deep Blue, Symbol: Silver Crescent Moon) As the story ventures beyond the borders of Aradonna, a realm shrouded in golden hues and fiery symbols, a realm of equal allure unveils itself—The Kingdom of Stardust. The Kingdom of Stardust exists in a realm untouched by mortal hands, where the boundaries between dreams and reality blur. It is a place where stars descend from the heavens, alighting upon the landscape and bathing everything in a mystical glow. The kingdom is a breathtaking spectacle, perpetually shimmering in hues of silver and purple, as if touched by the cosmic hand of destiny.

A friendship and an alliance of both of their kingdoms. Who would not want to be an ally with the Lycan Blood Kingdom? It is the strongest kingdom in the entire Scandanavia known for its advanced weapons, and most of all, it is feared by all because of its King that was rumored to be an immortal monster who shapeshift under a full moon sky. Well, that's what they heard the old folks say, but he doesn't care. It's a security to be feared up, and he can ride on with him on that fear.

"The Crown has recognized its Queen." My cheeks warmed immediately. "I'm not a queen." "Not yet." His words lingered in the cold air. Before I could ask what he meant, the mountain shook violently. Everyone froze. Another tremor followed. This one was stronger. Large cracks spread across the frozen valley beneath our feet. Liam's smile vanished. "That isn't normal." Caelan's expression darkened. "The balance has shifted." He looked toward the distant northern horizon. "The awakening of two relics has disturbed ancient seals across the kingdoms."

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.