Kingdom Building Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

He never heard that name. "You never heard of it? I could tell from your face. Dracous was an ancient kingdom that still exist even now. Y'know Dracous was quite introvert, shy, unsocialable and... well I could not think of words that best describe the kingdom. They wanted to be invisible y'know. They wanted to keep to themselves. For me its bullshit! Dracous was once a very respected and feared kingdom from ancient era but, they tucked their tail and scurry away. They are cowards. That's why I tried to kill the king yet, I failed. They caught me and ready to be executed yet, I escaped. Having to escaped from the kingdom was..." Ezekeil blocked his hearing to the words that came out from the

"Now, you can rest, David. You survived." "Barely," he whispers, his hands gently touching the back of my neck. "But of what use is an Alpha King who has no kingdom?" I'm confused. "No kingdom? Isn't this place.." I gesture with my hands. "... your kingdom?" "Not for long. Not with Roman Sinclair still trying to take my throne— what I painstakingly built for four hundred years." There is a glimmering darkness in his eyes. His lips may say no more words than five... but his eyes darken in a way that say a million words too many.

Kingdom to kingdom to consecrate Shirlon’s temple, which was built by the soldiers and financially sponsored by the Royalties. Although no one between the two kingdoms had the nerve to speak of it, there was a thick air of an undying hatred that has been passed down for centuries. There were some wolves I could see pointing hot lasers from their eyes to the skin of my people. I'm sure my people did the same too. This act was new. We were fruits that bore grudges from a long time tree.

The supernatural underground was no longer just a network of hidden packs—it was a global kingdom, and the throne belonged entirely to them. Clara leaned her head against Dominic’s massive shoulder, her white silk gown billowing gently in the ocean breeze. Her fresh mating mark pulsed with a sweet, comforting warmth, completely rewriting the dark memories of her past in the slums of the city. “An empire of ash we built, Dominic,” she said, her eyes shining like glittering stars. "And we will rule it with fire, my queen," Dominic growled softly, his arms coming around her waist from behind, pulling her closer into his scorching heat.

Father had agreed to pull High Cliff from its debt by marrying my sister, his only princess, off to the king of Donnelly’s younger brother, Prince Brentley. Donnelly was the youngest, most prosperous kingdom in the Outer Realms, also known as the kingdom within the sand. To me, it was quickly becoming that kingdom within the pain in my ass. Because seriously, what insane people had ever looked around at all this nothingness and thought, hey, let’s make a home here? Idiots.

but still could feel his dark intense eyes on me. This man was going to kill me someday! The council began their business once again, ideas flying around the room till it came to an end. "So we are going to build a dam by the south. The news about our victory is going round the whole world. Soon, we're going to have Kings sending their daughters for a wife to our King." I looked up at the King to see him staring at me. That was right, soon he would have females, Princesses from all over the Kingdom, wanting to marry him.

Alexa, Berta, and Carlo also returned to their house, which was not far from the matchmaking agency. The next day, King Alano and Reynold sneaked out of the palace for a walk like normal lycans. They were also dressed in ordinary clothes and dispelled any traces of the nobility's scent. They both wanted to see the condition of the people. It had been a long time since King Alano had gone for a leisurely stroll without a strict royal escort. When he was in the middle of the city, King Alano saw many lycans coming to a building like an office that wasn't too big. At the entrance, there is an inscription: The Forbidden Marriage. "Is this an office made by the kingdom?" Alano asked Reynold.

Is the Lord Drachen who met me in my subconscious, only in the Drachentia Kingdom, or is it somewhere else too? If I may label, the Haddad Kingdom is an extra kingdom whose existence is written about by the author to give a comparison to the Drachentia Kingdom. His name is probably only mentioned once or twice in the novel. But here, the kingdom exists. They have humans in them and take care of their cultural heritage as well. I shook my head. Shouldn't I now have to accept this world as my reality? But still, when I see a human who's beauty makes my jaw drop, I find it hard to say that this is reality.

And the woman who built him is finally sitting on the throne where she belongs," Knox whispered, his green eyes darkening with a raw, desperate dominance that completely consumed my senses. He reached up, his long, powerful fingers catching the line of my chin, forcing me to look at our reflection in the dark, polished glass. We stood there at the absolute apex of the world we had conquered together, a dangerous, commanding patriarch and an unbothered, lethal queen standing securely as equals. Knox didn't hesitate for another second, his lips slamming into mine with a raw, fierce dominance that took my breath away entirely, sealing our forbidden alliance in the center of the empire. The boy