Kingdom Building Novels & Stories

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

she finally asked after she caught her breath, wiping under her eyes carefully so as not to smear the mascara. Her mother huffed, looking away from her as she put away all the makeup and hair accessories. "All I said was that the King requested it because he hasn't found his mate." "He requests it of females who have the possibility to be his mate, not just every unmated female he ever interacts with," she snorted, though she didn't roll her eyes, no matter how badly she wanted to, since her mother was eyeing her in a way that made her feel like a small child again.

My lessons are well rounded. From my teachings I have learned that Oremgoth is made up of four kingdoms: Jotum, Nidavelle, Heimed, and Skaldic. I found out that I was originally from Nidavelle, the land of forests. Skaldic is North and entirely on a peninsula on the sea. It tends to be in perpetual winter, only thawing out a few months out of the year. Jotum and Heimed are where much of our agriculture comes from and Heimed tends to be a bit milder in temperature, it being further south. Together these four kingdoms make up the High Kingdom of Oremgoth of which I am to become Queen as soon as I am married to the High King. That blessed union will be in one year.

She couldn’t have broken it. And soon, I would show her the throne I intended to build with her beside me. Crimson Pack, my pack, would be the beginning. After that…? The Fiato Kingdom itself. Why not? The twin kings were soft, distracted, too young to hold that much authority without guidance. Mia would see that. She would help me reshape the world. I turned away from the mirror, collecting the stack of papers I had prepared for the meeting. Strategic expansions. Clauses for new alliances. Plans for unifying the rogue territories. And on the top, sketches, rough yet powerful, of a ceremonial hall I wanted built.

Guards on both sides reached for the hilts of their weapons, the surrounding lords backing away in panic as the two kings prepared to tear each other apart in front of hundreds of witnesses. Tiber stood behind Riccardo with a nasty, triumphant smile, eager to watch the conflict explode into violence. I looked at Riccardo, his golden eyes wild with possessive arrogance, thinking he had the right to claim me after calling my brother useless. Then I looked at Leonidas, his fierce green eyes ready to burn the whole kingdom down just to protect my pride. They were treating me like a trophy, a prize to be fought over in front of an audience. A cold, steady rage settled deep in my chest.

“You’re the next king can’t you reverse it?” “Don’t be ridiculous. You know making such a bold change to our kingdom’s rules would never be accepted. It is carved too deeply, in the foundation of our people.” He ran his hand through his pitch black hair. “Besides I can’t change anything until I’m wed, and am crowned king, and you are set to leave to Alastia tomorrow. I can’t very well marry princess Vera tonight.” He playfully leaned into me, nudging my shoulder.

This Kingdom was birthed the day King Lucien and Queen Danika got married. Kingdom Avalon is a Kingdom formed from the merge of two powerful Kingdoms called Salem and Mombana. Kingdom Avalon is the most powerful Kingdom in all the Eleven Kingdoms. A Kingdom filled with riches, prosperity, and happiness. Where the people coexist in peace. Where the people's love for their monarch is blatant.