Kingdom Hearts Light Novels Novels & Stories

" Bella called out, waiting for someone to appear. All of a sudden, the lights came to life, making Bella wince as she tried to adjust herself to the sudden brightness. "I suppose you are Red?" A familiar voice asked. It was the same person who had spoken to her earlier. "Yes. And you are?" She questioned back. "Jacob. The leader's right hand." He answers before adding: "I see you've brought company." He glanced at Jace, who gave him a sharp glare. "Shadow, nice to meet you." Jace says sarcastically, obviously not enjoying their hospitality. "Alright then, let me explain-" "No," Bella cut off. "I want your boss speaking to us. I didn't come here to talk with a right-hand man."

“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

My hands go cold. Prince Noah Roarke, crown prince of the Lycans, stares at Dane. His eyes are hard, big hands curled into tight fists. “Take care of that mess,” he barks. “Right now.” “Respectfully, Prince,” Dane says, “but the Luna-” “Is under my protection now. This is not your territory, it is mine. Take the corpse and go.” I count my heartbeats. Five of them, and my past is gone.

“It’s inside me now, Luca. But it doesn’t want blood. It wants balance.” I frowned. “Balance?” “Every kingdom born in blood must end in mercy,” she whispered. “Maybe I’m its witness.” I wanted to believe her. But I knew what I’d seen in Mateo’s eyes before the explosion. He wasn’t dead. And whatever he had called from that darkness wasn’t finished with us. I turned away from her and poured a glass of whiskey, my hands shaking. “You think this is over, but it isn’t. Not with him alive.”