Kingdom Hearts Novels Novels & Stories

A bitter expression crossed his face. "Where is The Heart of Magic now?" “In the hands of a Warlock named Leonard. The location is in the royal palace of Fortis Kingdom. He disguised himself as King Damien Leonardus Fortis. He implanted The Heart of Magic in the dragon prince's lover, Astrid Lewis," replied Edmund with a hurt expression. There was an exclamation and gasp in surprise. “I didn't expect the facts to be so shocking and sad,” Kyron said in surprise.

They are Vicious. They are Cruel. They are Lethal. Their names are not known, and their origins trace back to the first Lycan that walked the earth. They are three Alphas that rule the most feared kingdom separated from the human realm by a magical portal that opens once every five years. Ariadne had only heard of tales of the Beasts and believed those that cross the realms to be fools. Daring to cross such realms had never truly crossed her mind but as her eighteenth birthday begins to approach, she knows her future is already set in two paths; sold as a slave to another cruel master or work in the brothels as one of the many town whores.

They met my eyes with a degree of smugness; they had won. “One of my ancestors waged a war against the Fae and brethren,” the Queen said to me. I looked again at the two mages; we were the only three within the room who were not entirely mankind. “He and his servants left extensive libraries of writing on the subject matter. My mages have been reading those works since your surprise arrival at their college.” “Phimion,” I supplied, as the pause indicated she expected a response. “King Phimion was my ancestor’s name,” she repeated.

Stefano’s pattern of hot and cold behavior haunts me - the way he pulls away after our heated moments, his eyes turning to ice, his words laced with indifference that cuts deeper than any knife. I toss and turn all night, my sheets tangling around me like a cocoon of uncertainty. Questions swirl in my mind like a tempest - would he push me away again, even after a kiss? Could my heart survive such rejection? The first golden rays of dawn creep through the curtains before I finally admit defeat, abandoning any hope of rest.

Getting the potions from that witch was the easiest part of my plan. I had to blackmail her to get these potions, but I’ll do anything to win. Blackmail, cheating, and maybe kidnapping. Whatever it takes to get the life I deserve. I need to win the heart of the Alpha King. I’ll win or trick his heart by any means necessary.

For him, it was like a dream… What Aefstine did not expect is that it will soon turn to be his worst nightmare. ***** Randal has it all- the bravest warriors, a massive castle, and unmeasurable riches. Except for a queen. With a heart as cold as ice and hard as stone, the Warlord King didn’t think much of it when his soon to be Dalli arrived for their upcoming wedding. It was nothing but a political marriage anyway, and he had no intention of getting involved emotionally with anyone other than to perform his duties. He never felt attracted in anything other than war, and the same goes to people.

I… can't believe I'd given him my heart and despite my low-key waywardness, I was loyal to him. Loyal to a fault. Does he dip his cock into the bitch's pussy and tell me to lick her cum off him? I think it's high time I get my hands soaked in fucking blood. It's hard to breathe. But I just sit there, letting the cold from the tile seep into my bones. Hector is my first love, and not just any type of first love, but one that I defied my brother for. Maybe this is Karma's way of getting back at me but one thing I know is that heartbreaks hurt like shit.

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.

The two things were entirely different. Yet the king of Velmoria had not said so. He had told her, very plainly, about the wolf-debt. He had not uttered a single word about the secondary pulse in her chest, even though it was currently the loudest thing in her body in the soft yellow light of the blue chambers. And the King of Velmoria—who had carried her for three days west across his kingdom in his own arms, who had measured her shifts by candlelight in a forest clearing, and who had personally ordered the gowns in her wardrobe—was not the kind of observant man who would fail to notice a second heartbeat in the chest of the woman he held.

“Then don’t close them.” When he kissed me, it wasn’t passion—it was survival. The kind of kiss that keeps you breathing when the world is gone. And in that moment, I knew— Whatever ghosts haunted him, haunted me too. But as long as we had each other, the throne would not own us completely. Not yet. The candles burned low. The empire slept. And in the heart of the villa, the Ghost King and his Queen stood alone—still ruling, still burning, still breaking. Because love like theirs didn’t end when the war did. It just changed shape. Became something quieter. Something far more dangerous.