Kingdom Hearts Books Novels & Stories

’ So maybe Skylar was always meant to be one and with Julian as her mate and Prince Nathaniel nearby, she would be the most protected treasure of the Royal family… Well, at least until Prince Nathaniel found his Princess… And then they both would be protected equally. I close the book and whisper, “My Bloodline's Book of Power, My Bloodline's book of spells. I return you to which you came.” The book then disappears from off my lap and I look over at Victoria before moving the blanket from my legs, getting to my feet and making my way over toward the bathroom. Unfortunately, I only take three steps before I nearly collapse as a sharp pain shoots through my whole body. Victoria seemed to move

So we walk in that direction and enter the area after unlocking the doors. Then, we look through each shelf and each cupboard, checking all the books. After spending a good hour, we have a handful of books—four in total. The copybook of Euthoria Kingdom rules. The thick book that has all the history details regarding my bloodline. The golden cover book that has all the details about the fourteen districts. The worn-out book that has details regarding all the nobleman families in charge of the districts from a hundred years ago till three years back. "These books are confidential, aren't they, Princess?" Micah asks.

Two souls, the other by which a mortal princess and the one who is the immortal God, from Yin and Yang, the love that was created, the two souls that pave the way for the dimensions, their shattered hearts, their souls created the 7 Books. “To the sin of this world, move forward, but look back, in the game that was manipulated from the start, change your loop and wake up, before it’s too late.” With the howling whisper as the weakest and coldest voice echoes. The seven books had finally made their way, as each book is predestined to own one of the sins. Now as HE created the dolls and the worlds alternating the original, the chess game HE is playing is setting everything to his desire.

This ability was so rare I doubt many knew that it even existed. Those who did were old, and I doubt they would tell me anything. Hamal does tell me that whoever is holding her heart would be someone no one else would ever guess. Shit that could be anyone. I knew it wouldn’t be her family since that meant that heart would be somewhere in the castle. I also knew it wouldn’t be the lycan king since I am guessing he learned of this ability not too long ago himself. The video clearly shows his pack getting attacked by rogues.

VICTORIA’S POV Alexander? I am sure I heard Alexander’s voice. What is he doing here? How did he reach here? Is everything okay with the kingdom? Has my grandfather come to visit him? Many questions were swirling inside my head, and as darkness was consuming me, it was as if something or particularly someone was stopping me from entering the dark abyss. But what could it be? The magic was nothing like Neptune’s magic. While Neptune’s magic appeared cold and soothing, this magic was something warm that was filling my heart with care and love.

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.

“I didn’t know all those legends. Thank you for sharing them with me.” The King shrugged. “I only know them because my father made me read them. Ready to see something else?” Ayla nodded, and King Rhobart showed her how the books were cataloged – from history, mathematics, magic, and astronomy to poetry and literature. After the tour, he escorted her back to her room. “You can use the library any time you want,” the King told her. Ayla bit her lip. “Can I? Slaves are not allowed to read.”

Lamia looked up at me, her green eyes holding astonishment and full of questions. I nod affirming the titled book. “This belongs with you. For you to give Seneca whenever you think the time is right.” The young shifter was going to need all the guidance she could as she grew older. The diary depicts Ascenas life, the things she discovered, the things she went through. And most importantly it held the history of how the the Lycan wars truly started and what led to the near extinction of humans in our realm. Lamia lays the book down on the table in front of us, turning once her lingering hands leave the cover of the old book, and takes both of mine in hers. “Thank you, Tala.” She says sincerel

It was old, the pages having yellowed in time, but when he held the bound pages he felt as if his father was there beside him again. It was his voice that Jaxsen tried to simulate in his head as his eyes roamed the pages. He found himself clutching the book to his chest, but to no avail. Cora Weaverly snatched the book, an old copy of Utopia; a fifteenth century novel of political philosophy, from his small and defenseless hands. He tried to get it back but she slapped him down. He held the tears back, ignoring the stinging in his cheek. He did not want to give her the satisfaction of physical manifestations of pain. He narrowed his eyes trying to be defiant. Then in a matter of a nano-secon

He must have come during his short break, not even bothering to change out of his royal attire. Beneath the cloak, his gold-inlaid armor gleamed faintly under the soft light, every engraved pattern glowing with a muted, refined sheen. I could hear the faint, rhythmic clink of metal with each movement he made, low, steady like the heartbeat of a man whose heart had long turned to steel. A silver ring shaped like a crescent moon encircled his finger, catching the light and sending a shiver through me. It was the royal seal of the Lycan King, the mark of one who commanded thousands and the symbol of eternal solitude.