Kingdom Keepers Disney の小説・ストーリー

She questioned looking at him a bit concerned, she thought she had seen every room in that beautiful underground Kingdom. “Yes, the Keepers Ward, it’s just this way.” He moved a purple tapestry to the side and opened a hidden door. “The Keepers Ward is a place in the kingdom for children of the realm, some have lost their parents, others were abandoned, and few were left because of birth defects amongst other things.” “Oh my,” She gasped, putting her hand over her mouth as she headed down the narrow hallway following behind the Ealdorman.

Alpha Matthew said, excitement clear in his voice. I nodded eagerly. “I can’t wait to see what this mythical kingdom is all about!” As we continued on our journey, our hearts pounding with excitement, we finally caught a glimpse of the realm. Towering castles and luxuriant gardens took our breath away. “Wow,” I breathed, staring in awe. Upon entering the kingdom, Theophile greeted us warmly. “Welcome, my brothers,” he said, his eyes sparkling with joy. “We have much to show you.” And so began our adventure in the mystical kingdom of Neo Greenpeace, filled with wonder and excitement at every turn.

Rocco’s head was tilted back, the bite mark on his neck on full display. My eyes drifted down to the caption that had set New York's elite on fire: "The King and his Queen."

“Declaration by King M-Mave of E-Erena kingdom.” “That’s absurd!” I yelled getting to my feet. Senya placed a hand out for me to quiet down for a moment. “Chandler, let me see that scroll would you?” “Of course, Sire.” He passes the scroll to Senya, and he reads it for himself. Senya looks over at me and nods. “It’s an official declaration, this is not forged.” I go to his side and he points out our Kingdom’s crest on the scroll. “You see right there.”

They belonged to Marquess Justin. He had arrived with his wife and their two children. The remaining ships carried the knights from his territory. "Greetings to Your Majesties, the King and Queen of the Sea Dragon Kingdom." Marquess Justin, Marchioness Clara, and their two children bowed together. "How have you been, Marquess Justin?" Alex asked, shaking hands with the middle-aged nobleman, who still looked remarkably vigorous. "Very well, Your Majesty." Justin laughed heartily as he returned the handshake.

“Anyway. I would like to know if there is any way to track down who my parents were. Is there a register of all dragons or anything like that? Is there even like an actual kingdom, or all there all separate packs like wolves have?” I don’t miss the nervous glance they exchange, before Aiden speaks up tentatively. “No, it’s a kingdom. All dragons answer to the King. But erhm, there isn’t a register of some sort”. My face drops a little, but then he continues. “But I believe we could help you track down who they were, yes”.

“Yes.” He shifted slightly in his seat, turning more toward me. “There are these three men. They’re called the Keepers. The first, Eamon Virek. Fifty-six years old. From the Ironclaw Pack. He’s been serving the council for twenty-two years. The second, Darius Holt. Forty-eight years old. From the Silverfang Pack. Fifteen years in service. And the third…” Aric paused briefly. “Kael Renn.” Something about the name felt off.

As if attempting to recall the sensation of being complete. Beyond the boardroom, the workplace thrummed with normal activity. Within, two kings battled their history, their emotions, and above all, the irresistible fo rce drawing them closer.

He steps close instead, resting his hand briefly at the back of Arlo’s neck, thumb brushing lightly against his skin. “Try not to think tonight,” Kevin says quietly. “Just… exist for a few hours.” Arlo stills. That kind of touch— Easy. Casual. It should feel natural. It does. And it doesn’t. “Okay,” Arlo says. Kevin smiles. Satisfied. “Good.” The party is already loud when they arrive. Music heavy. Lights low. Bodies moving too close together. Everything Arlo doesn’t like. Kevin, on the other hand—