Kingdom Building Mga Nobela at Kwento

“We build the baseline. We build the watchdog. And we build a consequence layer that makes it very, very painful to use the architecture we’re fighting without respecting the lines we draw.” Niko’s mouth quirked. “Queen move,” he said softly. “Exactly,” I said. “Kings move one square at a time. They’re slow, they’re obvious, they’re easy to surround. Queens move any damn direction they need to. That’s what we’re doing.” Dante let out a breath that might have been a laugh. “So what’s step one, Your Majesty?” he asked. I picked up the flash drive Dominion had handed me. Rolled it between my fingers once.

Chapter 34 Centuries of Caputos have run this kingdom without any type of wars and here I have been queen for a year and everyone is preparing for the war no one saw coming. The kingdom of Witchland falls is my home. My whole life, generation after generation of Caputo’s has stood and faced whatever came their way no questions asked. But as I stare out the window of my bedroom at the war that's coming towards us with no way to fight back is a scary and horrible feeling.

The Kingdom of Aylon, a kingdom under the reign of King Aaron Bert, it is also one of the six kingdoms independent from the Southern Empire ruled by His Lordship Bishop Ekmond Alexander. Aylon is a small growing Kingdom, stationed on a cliff. It's Royal compound stands at the cliff top followed by the town, split into two by a vineyard and a meadow, just outside its walls, lies a large Fir forest.

I bet he was counting each row so he would see who had shown up to witness this moment. I had lost track of time and didn’t know how long it lasted, but when his eyes landed on me, I stopped fidgeting. Instead of looking away, I crossed my arms and leaned just enough to make it clear I wasn’t impressed. My heart was beating a little too fast, and when he turned back to the crowd again, a breath I didn’t know I was holding slipped past my lips. “This kingdom,” he began, “is something the Lythorias have built with pride, discipline, and with a clear vision.”

Playing a victory song inside your head, you look around for any signs of a creature lurking around. Again, you find none and race towards the door, slipping it open and finally getting exposed t the outside world. The palace's surrounded by a huge wall that strangely resembles the wall of china. Spikes decorate the surface of the wall but in the middle, you can spot a huge gate that will eventually lead you to the outside world.

“Ok, ok mister future king. They are all your people, all our wolves. We care for all of them, even the ones who make stupid choices. If it isn’t illegal, it isn’t our issue.” “I know,” he tells me as we finally reach the field and find that its full of warriors. The King’s army is unofficial. We’ve never actually been to war with another kingdom, mostly because the kingdoms are all on different continents, with ours being the largest with 8 packs out of the 19 in the world. We had an impressive army, recruited from within our packs, but everyone who joined our pack and became one of our warriors was by their own choice. No one was forced, only offered the position. And the army was actually

I instructed before ending the call. The Kingdom Council was made up of a collection of old men and women descended from the founding families of the kingdom and the nobles of the land. Officially they acted as advisors to the king, but most of the time they spent half of the meetings arguing over matters that never required discussions in the first place. When I was younger, after accompanying my father to several meetings, I had told him that once I became king, the first decree I would sign would be dissolving the council altogether.

It’s almost dark, and he is doing his usual end-of-day checking of the things I have learned. “All the human families who served and gained recognition during the war are given their own kingdoms to rule. So, from a single Kingdom, humans are divided into different lands. And the Pitchford is the thirteenth Kingdom founded since the war of hundred years ago.” “And the name of the original Kingdom?” “Orttenburg.” “Correct, tomorrow, we will—” “Harbin!” I look at the sound of the voice. It’s Theo. “King Eugene Theo Pitchford,” Harbin starts. “You are not allowed in this room. You have other documents that you need to finish right?”

At the very end is the palace where King Lucien is. Like I said before, Revelous Kingdom and the rest of the vampire kingdoms from other provinces are like a town that consists of houses and establishments. There is a market, a school, a large garden, and other things you can find in a town. It is big, at the end of it is the palace.

Dante being my number two and good fighter would naturally come with me. "They will only allow two wolves in and the king has taken personal offence." I rolled my eyes "He wants the works. The king has been itching for a battle to prove his power for a while." "Will it come to that?" Dante asked, sitting up properly and looking concerned. The Kingdom had not known battle for a long time, other than a few rouge fights here and there. The rouges refused to be under anyone's rule and were largely disorganised, making for short and easy battles. The official werewolf packs had all fallen into line under the King decades ago. Getting to a battle with a proper pack meant war. Everyone would