King Richard Lionheart Novels & Stories

If they did not need him alive to give them information, he would have killed him at this very moment. He tried to keep his temper in check as he hesitantly approached Leon, keeping the other warriors at a safe distance. This was the opportunity to capture him. Richard clenched his fists tightly as he moved closer, his temper flaring with every step. Every ounce of control he mustered was failing him step by step. Leon was the reason his son was dead. The reason his granddaughter became a lone wolf. The reason why the half-bloods overrun more than half of their settlements was him. Even attempting to stage a coup. If Ophelia had not arrived, most of them would have fallen for his ploy. “You

this was her moment. “1438 AE Earldom,” she said with confidence, her voice clear and bright. A hush fell over the room before the lecturer smiled approvingly. “Very correct.” Liana leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. “It was recorded by Monk Alphonso, he's the only true witness to the story.” “Excellent,” the lecturer replied, pleased. “The Raven King was known as one of the most brutal rulers in history, feared for his tyranny and endless executions. It’s said he burned down the world after a great betrayal from his wife and best friend.”

"You must very love him," "Of course! I love everyone too, they are my precious family!" "You're very lucky," "I think so!" "Then, who's next? is that all?" Next up is Richard, the youngest son who is naughty and very brave. We call him a figure who has no fear. He fights wild dogs, catches wild boars alone, challenges Randall to wrestle just to find out how strong he is and fighting with Vincent. I'm so sorry for the wound on your arm because of the arrow, if you don't dodge, it can be very dangerous!"

He had to admit, he loved the way he placed Lucian, seeing him sit on his throne with tears rolling down his eyes and frustration oozing out of him, he was close to making him submit to power which was higher than his. "This time i went straight to the point, unlike you, I don't need mercenaries to kill the heir of the alpha, I did it myself, and I'm about to do even more..!", Richard said with his cold tone, his eyes changing colour as usual, into something dark. He drew out his sword from it's scabbard, the blade was perfectly sharp and reflected a tiny ray of light, courtesy of the lamps which lit up the room perfectly. Throwing up the head in his left hand high up in the air, he swung hi

Matteo Romano. He rose from the shadowed corner, towering, broad-shouldered, his black suit tailored with the precision of a king in exile. His face was carved in lines of command: sharp jaw, straight nose, lips that could give orders like death sentences. But it was his eyes that froze the blood in her veins. obsidian, fathomless and unreadable. Il Re di Ferro. The Blood King. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through dry leaves. No one expected him here. No one dared to speak his name too loudly.

I needed to be reminded. “I had no idea you loved watching sweaty men train” King Leonidas' sharp voice snapped me back into reality and I stared up at him. I did not notice I’d stopped walking while I watched them. “I don’t” I said in a dry voice. “Then…” he paused and looked up and I followed his eyes. Richard was running towards us, a panicked look on his face. “My lord” “What’s it?” King Leonidas' voice changed instantly. “There has been a situation”

This allows your waste to sink to the bottom. You might think that the toilet will be a weapon that throws or drops feces. No! That's not how it works. On the contrary, the toilet can be an entry point for opposing troops. Gaillard Castle was built by King Richard the Lionheart. The fort was built with an impenetrable purpose. However, less than 10 years since its foundation, Gaillard Castle fell.

he washes himself unseen, by some mysterious spirit. An impulse to which he sweated for years and with unshakable will he had fought with various weapons in his great battle Bosworth and defeated the equalities with the king who fought with the same interest, Richard III, keeping them only for himself, at that time the Earl of Birmingham was only twelve years old, the age of a lad quite dark for the serenity of his countenance, so all his servants and lackeys left him speechless with their frantic impassivity, of admiration on the evening of August 22, 1485, a pity that this had not gone well with a bad mood of the king, who, with his hands stained with blood from the sword and baltag cuts,

In a large, brilliant neon advertisement, the representative face of Romance Homie was Henry Jackie, a top model. Henry has long, narrow eyelids, a sharp slant, pale skin, and looks as if this fashion brand was born for him. The shirt has narrow, horseshoe-shaped sleeves, tight against the slender body, and a long tie embroidered with a honey bee, the symbol of Napoleon's power. From a distance, Henry Jackie looked like a vampire duke, his beauty filled with a sense of illness. "What a witty Vampire Duke of the East!" In Henry Jackie's first year on tour in Milan, one photographer commented.

Leona speaks in a soft and motherly tone. Just then, Richard made his way to the celebration that is happening within the courtyard, though the borrowed shirt is untucked and on the side of his right hand is a blood splatter that he covers with the other hand. He looks over the crowds of loyalist that he has attracted but all of them seem too busy to notice him which is a good thing until one of the partygoers cross his path and looks over a table. Rory is known to be faithful to the pirates of the old world, but now he follows the king’s lineage. His voice is heavy and rustic like most of the men that are a part of the Valadin. “Some party, eh?” He says while he grabs a goblet and pours som