Kingdom Building Novels & Stories

He thought as his eyes sparkled in amazement. Their parents laughed in amusement. "It is the most beautiful kingdom in this country, we say." They said. Sybb looked at them. "Well, each kingdom has its own beauty, but the East Kingdom– " they said and smiled as they looked at the East kingdom. Their eyes are similarly filled with awe. " – it is always beautiful." They said. Their kingdom, the West Kingdom, is in summer since their father, Sommer, is representing summer. Sometimes the kingdom is in the winter season because their mother, Fria, makes it winter so that Sybb and Laggas, as well as their own people, can enjoy the snow.

…then the Kingdom was preparing for war against a group of females the world believed should not exist. The Palace eventually appeared, not suddenly but gradually, rising from the horizon piece by piece until its full scale became impossible to ignore. First came the outer structures, then the towers, then the walls, and finally everything else that stretched behind them. Most people called it a Palace as though it were a single building. It wasn’t.

the covered area of what happened was so big. 'Will we be able to do so? ' Worried, he heard the king yell at him. "Hurry! What are you standing here for?? Move!!" "Yes! Your Majesty!" 'Did we really do the right thing by killing King Alexis? ' Looking at the kingdom, the knight can't help but be worried about the future that the kingdom will face. Compared to those times when King Alexis Voneveir is still in his reign, it was the complete opposite of what they have now.

The rare lineage frequency hummed out from her tiny frame, so perfectly anchored by the Lunar-Vein Obsidian beneath her mattress that it projected nothing but a calm, absolute authority. "My project is about how a kingdom is built," Patrice’s small voice rang out through the microphone, a clear, confident melody that cut straight through the silent assembly. She pointed her tiny index finger to the large drawing sheet on her poster the exact painting of the three sovereigns she had crafted with her silver ink. "A kingdom doesn't stay safe because of big stone walls or high iron gates. It stays safe because the mother locks the corporate registries, and the father stays at the threshold to gu

-The Kingdom of Eden, The Capital- Issei and Ramius finally reached the capital. The capital as expected is the biggest city in the Kingdom. The roads were packed with people, but whenever the occasional carriage passed, the crowd would split to let it through. There's a water canal in this city and there are lots of people riding a canoe. The buildings are arranged nicely, they are standing strong and tall along the roads of pedestrians. There's a lot of business shop such as blacksmithy, supply shop, delivery guild, adventurer guild, etc. But the building that stands out the most is obviously the Castle and the royal district, where the kings and royalty lives. They are built on top of a b

But there was something else now—a new thread, a new pattern. The children were not just building a pack. They were building a kingdom. I picked up my silver needle and began to write. The fire spreads. The pack unites. The children grow stronger. The King wields power he was never meant to have. The Queen stands at his side. The hunters close in. The blood moon rises. The weaver falls. But the kingdom will rise from the ashes. And the world will never be the same. I set down my needle, my hands shaking.

The raucous noise reminded her of the feasts she had witnessed in Kattegat, but this time, she was to join in rather than serve. Life had its way of playing tricks. It remained unclear to her whether they were planning to attack her kingdom or negotiate with her father, potentially offering lands in exchange for her—a typical Viking strategy. If Helen had accompanied her, Sophie might have learned a thing or two about their plans, but she was on her own. "Join us, Princess," King Harald beckoned, seated beside Floki and his brother. "Get our Princess a drink, please," King Ragnar instructed one of the servants they had brought along.

“This, sister, is the kingdom of Etherios. You and I are the daughters of the fallen King Samael. Your child is to inherit the throne.” Mitzie stood from her seat, eyes and mouth wide open, trying to take in all that she was seeing. It looked something like a cross between a vast Roman Empire, and a Medieval Kingdom. She didn’t know how that was possible when they were two vastly different looks, but somehow, they worked well together here. There were no other persons around, but she somehow knew there were others that were there. "I really don’t understand. I mean, I love to dream…or excuse me, would love to believe this, but I really don’t know how any of this is possible,” Mitzie said in

"I'm listening." "I don't really know, but I've been making my research for the last few days now, and they led me to you. The one that constructs the destiny of a great kingdom. It's like an Oracle." She stopped to stare at me, trying to make sure I digested all she'd been feeding me, and continued again after getting the reply she wanted from my already upturned eye brows and a 'what are you waiting for' hand gesture. "The great kingdom here is Talot. Well, at least with what I found out, this kingdom produces the largest weapon in the whole of history. Weapon represents a battle tool for greatness, and the one who constructs a great kingdom would most likely be the king or queen of the ki

"Wow, so it was mass genocide then?" "What? No! Nothing like that. Any tribe that was conquered automatically fell under the reign of the one who conquered it. That was how it was till there were Sixteen tribes left." "So why are there four kingdoms now?" Elena asked, genuinely curious. "Well, according to the stories I was told by my tutor, there was actual peace for a couple of years amongst the sixteen tribes. But suddenly, the Blood Kingdom, which was called the land of ice then, suddenly amassed a great bundle of power. We do not know how, and why it works for them, but it made them overly powerful. So, their past kings took it upon themselves to start a new war. The war took years, and