روايات وقصص ضمن Kingdom Of Ruin

We have already suffered a great loss, anymore and this home will seize to exist. It seems the plan I’ve been working on, simple bones without concreate structure will need to be taken into effect. “Evacuate the Kingdom.” I spoke aloud and through the mind-link. “Yes, King Lazarus.” Their voices echoed in unison as they sprung to action. The Golden Kingdom was no longer safe. It seems Bjorn goal was to destroy me and everything I’ve built. What he doesn’t know is that the crown will never die, even if I do. Because I’m replaceable.

Aurora was intrigued by the premise of that statement, “‘As long as he remains in the land dominated by the rogues?’ Then what if the King leaves the rogue’s territory? Is he no longer protected by that power?” Andre nodded, “You are pretty damn smart. Yeah, that is what I am getting at. The land dominated by the rogues is the key. To kill the King, there are two ways. One, you kill all the rogues in the Grace Ruin. With all the subjects gone, the King loses his power. Or, alternatively—” “We lure him out of his land and kill him there,” Damien said. “Yes. Those are your options.” Aurora bit her lip.

Now, hearing that the same man who took their father from them had also taken the woman they considered a second mother, each of them had raved mad with rage. Hours later, everyone had had enough of crying and had begun putting ideas into place. “Did you rebuild your father’s organization?” I asked. Izzy hummed. “I didn’t rebuild my father’s organization, I built mine.” My interest piqued. “Really?” She nodded. “We are Abyss.” My eyes widened. I was casually kissing, hugging, and having a chat with the most deadly assassins in the underworld. Abyss was a crime organization which stood apart from the mafia. They belonged to everyone, and yet, they belonged to no one.

And I stood there, staring at the sister I thought I knew, realizing that what broke me wasn’t just losing my fiancé… it was losing the one person I never thought would hurt me like this. The sound of my mother’s sobs echoed through the house, and Adira’s last whisper trembled through the air… “I never meant to fall in love with him… but I did.” And that was when I realized… this wasn’t the end of something. It was the beginning of ruin. “Did you just say you love him???!!"

“Then tell me how, Amara. Tell me what’s left when everything we are is built on lies.” She met his gaze. “We burn it all. And rebuild it from the ashes.” Later that night, she found herself on the rooftop again — the city lights below glimmering like dying stars. The wind carried the sound of waves, the faint bells from the harbor, the heartbeat of a kingdom holding itself together by will alone. A figure stepped out of the dark behind her. “Queen of Ruin,” a voice whispered. Feminine. Cold. Familiar. Amara turned sharply — her hand already on her gun.

“Now that you know that, I suggest that you leave this village alone.” The red mask Finder laughed. “Why should I leave when you are not dead, Warrior Kien! The Alpha King of the Azure Kingdom already gave his orders to have you killed and this island burned to the ground.” Azure Kingdom? I thought about where I had heard the name, and I remembered the history lesson my mother had taught me. The Katula Continent was home to werewolves under the rule of four different Alpha Kings. The king of the North, the Azure Kingdom; the king of the South, the Katula Kingdom; the king of the West, Salvador Kingdom; and finally, the king of the East, the Kingdom of Ferulon. All four kingdoms made up the c

Your future is your own. Kara’s mind became a battlefield. One part of her, the Omega part that had been so long beaten into submission, drank in his promise like a dying woman finding water. It preened under the warmth of his voice, instinctively recognizing the calm, immense power of a true Alpha King. Safe, it whispered to her, a feeling she hadn't known in years. He is a King. He feels like a mountain. He will protect us. But the rest of her, the part that had survived Kael's long, slow betrayal, screamed in protest. It's a lie! it shrieked from behind the walls she’d built around her heart. A beautiful, well-crafted lie!

“Take every last drop baby, we're not wasting any of this." Her knees buckle and she begins to fall apart, but I pick her up in my arms and lay her on the bed, her eyes drifting close from exhaustion. “You're ours now, Principessa."

It was a strong kingdom showered with prosperity. However, the people live in conflict. Everyone wants to stand out more than anyone in wits and in power, and so, an internal war occurs. Thousands have died and the world went into chaos. The throne of the Ultimate was threatened. Other lands join forces trying to conquer the crown. But, the Ultimate King was a freak keen. Before everything turns into a burning hell, he divided the utopia into three realms: the Burgh Xelestia which comprise the Lightens, the Neitheria which holds the Darkens, and the Alluvium which contains the Mortals.