King Of Myriad Domains の小説・ストーリー

"Pesky little things." "Forgive me, Your Highness." King Orion waves disinterestedly. "You are right about one thing. I am not obligated. And this is why we need the werewolves even more. Now we have two enemies to contend with." "Your majesty, you forget. Of all the nine dimensions, three--including King Arhuk's dominion--cannot set foot outside their kingdoms. They will expire..." King Orion looks unimpressed. "And just last week we found an entire camp of sphinxe Shifters, even though they were believed extinct centuries ago. Do you understand what I'm saying, you fool?"

“So, if its okay with you… do you want to share why you’re here?” Shahila cleared her throat. Will she admit what she really done? “It’s only a misunderstanding. There has been an attack and the king thinks I’m involved. I’m not.” The woman nodded. “Is he your mate? You’re a Ruben. The Lycan king’s too fortunate to have you as a mate.” A pang of hurt clutched her heart. Reality hurts. “No. He’s claimed a Redmayne to be his mate.” “oh. A Redmayne.”

I unlock the cell opening it, walking over to him. A frown appears on his face as he stands to his feet. "You expect for my father to run away in fear? Your father's time as king has passed. My father is king and I to will be king one day. My father got the wolf from underneath your father relentless ruling once and he will again."

"Wait! What did you say? The Obsidian Dominion? The Shadowfang Royal Pack? Both maids nodded simultaneously, seemingly confused by her reaction. Kaelara nearly dropped the goblet as her hands trembled. A kingdom? Not a pack territory. Not another region. Not an allied estate. A kingdom? An actual kingdom? For one brief moment, she genuinely wondered if she had suffered brain damage. Kingdoms weren't ordinary places. They stood above packs, above territories, and above regional Alphas. They ruled entire nations. And among all kingdoms... One stood above every other. It was the oldest, strongest, wealthiest, and most feared... The Obsidian Dominion! The Shadowfang Royal Pack!! She had read abo

"If you really want to leave me, all five of the rich cities along the Aegean coast are yours." He had the air of a king dispensing alms. "I can't give you the power of the thunder. But the wealth of the gods is endless—spend it however you like. Or, if you'd rather go through with the ceremony, the queen's throne stays yours. Forever." Just moments ago—the omens lighting up the sky, the gods bowing, the gentle way he had placed the laurel crown on my head with his own hands. I had honestly believed I was the luckiest woman alive.

She wanted to buy some nice things for the two donkeys. Next Chapter

He cocks his head at my question, so I add, “I hope you understand a little jealousy from your Luna when it comes to your shikra.” I smile sheepishly, a look that usually has males falling all over me. He doesn’t seem fazed in the least. “I can empathize with that,” he says, clearly being careful with his words. “But my first priority will always be my Kingdom, and right now Evelyn is at the heart of our most pressing issues.” “Our Kingdom.” The words pop out of my mouth before I can stop them. “Excuse me?” he says, not following. “You said, ‘my Kingdom’, but it is our Kingdom now that I’m your Luna.” His face falls as if I’ve just revealed my true intentions.

Especially fae, who came from another realm called Faeland. As predicted, the "coming out" didn't go well with humans and they announced the war on all supernaturals. Unfortunately, they underestimated the power of supernaturals. Within months, more than 3/4th of the human population has been wiped out. To preserve endangered species aka humans, the supernaturals decided to divide the world into kingdoms, equally sharing the leftover humans among them, who are nothing but a handful. Hence, the kingdoms are created. Borders are drawn and interaction among different supernaturals is kept to a minimum. No one wants another war on their hands which might be close to world damnation because this

I had no home, no family, and no escape from this living nightmare. ********* Romario's POV I arrived at the King's Manor fashionably late, but as they say, better late than never. Jose King, the formidable ruler of the Mafia world in the south side, and my father's childhood friend, greeted me with a warm smile. His intimidating presence was tempered by his kind eyes, and I was grateful he wasn't an enemy. "Rommy, you're late," Namiro chided, as she embraced me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "Stop calling me Rommy." She playfully scoffed, and I smiled at her teasing.