Kingdom Hearts Novels & Stories

The butler’s glance lingered longer than it should have, and Cass felt the ripple it left behind. In Leo’s mansion—his carefully guarded fortress—someone like that didn’t just look without reason. It was a message, a subtle shift in a game Cass wasn’t supposed to see.

Wearing only thin clothes, barefoot. “Welcome to the Kingdom of Voneveir!” That voice was so familiar in his ears. Alexis can never be wrong about it. It was his son, Allan. "Your Majesty, Do you have any last words for your people?" Being humiliated like a criminal who purged innocents, does he really deserve to receive such disgrace? “Your homeland whom you loved…” Remembering every sleepless night he had in order to manage every problem his kingdom is facing… “… your people whom you cherished… “

She is smitten. Unexpected circumstances led them into a hurried marriage, and the unexpected marriage brought Ryan’s truth out for the eyes of Jenny. After knowing everything about him, Jenny did something that Ryan never expected from her. Will being with Jenny dispel the horrors of his childhood that haunts Ryan every night ? Or will his childhood trapped in his bedroom, his inner demon of darkness and the self loathing that fills his soul drive Jenny away and destroy the fragile hope and love she offers him ? His Heart Ruler is a dark romance book with lot of twists and turns that would give you a rollercoster ride of life of Ryan and Jenny.

While Sanskar is busy in his own world forgetting other worries. After some hours of passion and pleasure, Sanskar releases himself deep down inside her womb to make sure his seeds remain protected inside her to form a baby of their own. And he lays upon her by keeping his head on the crook of her neck. He sleeps there in that position only by keeping his manhood inside her . As if he is afraid to distance himself from her.

My friend is clearly not giving up yet. "He kissed me. " "Waaaht? " Stacey does not hide her surprise. She pounces on the topic with enthusiasm. "I think he likes you. " "Hey girl. I don't know about that. " "He does. It's in his eyes. The man likes you. " "Stacey please.... " I say to cut her off. Deep within me, I wished it to be true. "Who is Prom King and Queen? " I ask trying to change the topic.

“Your Majesty, I have news from the Erena kingdom, sir.” Senya looks at us both then at the young squire, short dark brown hair around 5’3 with a face of a young child. “Be out with it Chandler, obviously it’s important if you are this frantic.” Senya replies. “Right, ahem.” He cleared his throat before opening the scroll preparing to read it. “To the king of the Alastia kingdom, I am declaring war upon your country and will continue to take your people and do as I please with them, without further-adieu, sleep with one eye open, we are always watching.” Chandler slowly brought the scroll away from his face as he made eye contact with me blubbering who it’s from. “Declaration by King M-Mave

Silence. Dangerous silence. The Queen hesitated. And that hesitation alone terrified everyone. The King laughed softly. “There it is.” He spread his chained arms slightly. “The truth buried beneath every Lunar lie.” Silver energy exploded violently through the underground district again as the sanctuary reacted unpredictably to the growing emotional instability surrounding the Heart. Kael rubbed his forehead. “Can one ancient person answer a question normally?” The King ignored him entirely. His eyes remained fixed on Aria. “The Heart does not create bonds from love.”

My time pretending to be a mortal has now ended, I am back to being the crown princess of one of the main kingdoms. I am simply not just Olivia Lilan Santiago, the adopted daughter of a police lieutenant, anymore. But I am now Crown Princess Olivia Lilan Wind, the future queen of the Wind Kingdom. One of the expected war heroes in this upcoming war.

They stood before the Obsidian Heart, its malevolent energy pulsing ominously. The Obsidian Heart pulsed with a sinister energy, a malevolent energy that was both terrifying and alluring. It was the source of the Obsidian Circle’s power. Lyra knew that destroying it was a high-stakes gamble. The heart’s connection to the entire fortress was immense. Severing the connection could lead to a catastrophic release of dark energy, capable of decimating Silvermoon and everything beyond. But the alternative – a prolonged battle against a regrouped Obsidian Circle – was equally catastrophic. Lyra had to take the risk.

“No. Ruthlessness builds kingdoms of fear. But you—you’ll build one worth fighting for. That is why they follow you. Why I follow you.” Her heart thudded. In that quiet moment, it would have been so easy to forget the crown, the bloodlines, the prophecy. To let her heart claim what it desired. But then she saw Darian’s scarred hands, Isolde’s exhausted eyes, Cyrion’s haunted silence. She saw every soldier broken at Black Hollow. And she pulled her hand back. “My heart cannot be mine to give,” she said, her voice cracking. “It belongs to them. To the kingdom. That is the chain I wear.”