King Richard Lionheart Novels & Stories

As he faced Liam, he snapped to attention and gave a crisp salute, starting to say, "Sir..." The word hung in the air, unfinished, as if Lukas had suddenly choked on the realization of who Liam really was. With just one piercing look, Liam brought the room to a standstill. Lukas could hardly contain his excitement and awe. He had never imagined that a simple dinner in the quaint town of Drunham City would lead to a run-in with the storied King Pendragon! However, who exactly was King Pendragon? He was the hero who faced down an enemy force of 150,000 on the frontier, taking out their chief and eight warriors of legendary prowess, all on his own!

Everyone quickly knelt in unison, "Forgive us, Your Majesty—" After the meeting, George kept Richard behind and scolded him sternly. "You've always been calm and composed. What has Stanley said to you to make you defend him so fiercely?" "I am at fault. But I cannot stand to see a loyal general falsely accused. Please, Your Majesty, see the truth and don't harm the hearts of the soldiers on the northern frontier," Richard said earnestly, fearing that the king might believe the rumors and punish Stanley. George had many brothers, but none of them compared to Richard, his brother by a different mother.

"Over my dead body," Richard snarled. Ernest’s smile widened cruelly "That my plan exactly." At Ernest’s signal, the cloaked men surged forward like a black tide. Richard rose, one arm still around Zenobia, and drew his sword in one swift motion, the steel catching the faint light of the enchanted forest. They clashed with a deafening ring of steel. Richard fought like a man possessed, fuelled by love and rage, his blade a silver blur. He felled two of the men quickly, moving with deadly grace—but there were too many, and he was alone.

How dare they? My teeth gritted so hard. I was fighting a beastly rage. A second ago, I was jittery. Right now, I want nothing but to face off with them again. I won before. I'm gonna do it again. Then I'm gonna grind them to dust, starting with their fucking Rogue King. Slice Elena up? They really went too damn far and that's gonna cost them. “I can't beat them in a fight.” Richard began. “I don't have an army. I spent all my years gathering so much wealth that I didn't bother building any bit of defense. Now I'm paying for my sins…”

​A pathetic, wicked smile twisted his thin lips as he looked down at my terrifying movements from his safe perch. ​"I was defeated, yes. My vanguards were slaughtered and some taken, my arm was crushed, and my crown was thrown in the blood. But I am still breathing," Richard sneered. "And the Lord of the Ashen Rift knows your face now, kitchen rat. He is coming back for that ring on your finger, and no amount of Northern healers will be able to stitch you back together when he does!" ​The hallucination broke as Richard violently turned away on his ridge, stepping into the safety of his heavy cavalry ranks. He didn't look back as he pointed his gold-gilded broadsword directly toward our crowd

They are quicker than I am, leaping through the air with their long, thin legs. “There's no time. Tell me you have the cure?” “I do, brother. I will find you even if it's the last thing I do. I. Will. Find. YOU!!” He snarls with conviction. I come to a halt as I glance upwards to see a Rion leaping over my head, landing on his feet in front of me. He adorns the traditional Rion gold-plated armor with a helmet to match. A black plume runs through the center of the helmet, indicating that he is a Knight of the Royal family. He swings his four-metre-long Knight lance in his hands.

Richard let out a snort and looked around. He was dissatisfied after not seeing the desired face. If he were to visit their cities, many nobility would bring their entire families to greet him, but this bastard, who hasn't even let his hair grow down there, didn't even come to welcome him! "Where is your master?" "How come he isn't here? Does–" Richard was going to yell when he was halted. He then understood that although though he had gathered a 1500-strong army, its value was far inferior to the legendary potion he was about to obtain.

Brooks furrows his brows and chuckles as if realizing something fascinating. "What are you talking about, Master?" Draco is confused. He can't help but ask. "You see, I don't know how that punk managed to do it without having anything to his name, but he currently controls most of the major families in Richmond! The Brysons, Villes, Pearsons, and even the Smiths which I heard he destroyed. It is safe to say he is the King of Richmond. His fame has spread out that even a little kid knows who Lucien Wood is and can tell tales of his adventures! So infuriating.

Richard realized he wanted the life his sister had and it was clear that she wanted his, the funny irony of life is that most times we craved something we might never get but it is okay to dream for hope is what keeps us going. The entourage came to a halt at the entrance of the magnificent Karak’s castle. It was flooded with both Humans and Werewolves, even some witches could be spotted among the ocean of people that had come to pay homage to the late Lord Haimi’s relations. “He was a Dolph,” Richard said as he embarked from his horse. “More of a Fridolf” Tyler said. “Why don’t I believe you guys?, because I believe he was a Conri” Zafira said as she drew her horse, heading towards the stab

He dropped his heavy iron sword with a loud clatter against the obsidian tiles, clutching his head as if fighting off an invisible, agonizing headache. Alistair’s calm, confident smile vanished in an instant. His eyes widened in sharp disbelief as he turned sharply toward his guardian. 'Richard? What is the meaning of this? Stand straight and hold your position!' 'I... I will not let you take them,' Richard gasped out, his voice sounding raspy and strained, fighting through five hundred years of magical enslavement. He reached out with trembling fingers, grabbing the top of Alistair’s emerald staff just as the king raised it to cast another spell.