Kingdom Royale Novels & Stories

During my time, however, I catch bits of information that pique my interest. While the Dragon King is the ruler of this land, there isn’t much known about him, or the Royal Family. I learned many things this eventing as I dusted cornices atop wobbling ladders. His name, Zarek Nightflame, rests heavily on my mind. No matter how much I try to ignore it, I find myself speaking it in silence, just to see how it feels on my tongue.

The woman rose to her knees a stunned look on her face “our queen has not had a familiar in a very long time and as such the only feeling left to her was anger which can look alot like cruelty to an outsider” the boy said standing the rest did the same “i choose you... i am luke my queen” he said bowing his head, black hair falling over one of those lavender eyes, eyes turned just a bit upward, pink lips thin nose, she liked his look

My trembling hands pushed away the curtain, and the blinding morning light made me squint, but I struggled to keep them open to take on the grand sight outside this carriage. Towering ivory walls reaching up to fifty meters, seemingly reaching for the horizons, and a luxurious blackwood double-door gate embossed with a ruby-eyed ebony wolf howling to the heavens highlighted by golden lines, as if the giant black wolf with blood-red eyes is ready to leap out of the gate and massacre its enemies. The entrance to the core power territory of the Rogue kingdom exudes a terrifying momentum of bloodshed and carnage. It perfectly fits the image of the Rogue werewolf race that I have learned and hear

Bane, however, seemed to grin at that as he stretched out along the railing in front of us, being sure to whip his tail over it to show off his full size as he took up at least eight feet of the railing from the tip of his snout to his tail before yawning just to show off the razor-sharp teeth lining his jaws. "So, you must be Aria Primrose then. I heard your father was unsuccessful in acquiring you for your marriage contract to one of my loyal advisors. It's too bad, you would've made a lovely bride." The king said, and I felt his slimy gaze roam over my body as I fought the shiver that crawled up my spine at his slow perusal. Taking a breath, I channeled just a little of that "fuck everyth

host:- as we all know they are going to send an unknown island, it's a tag team match, and whoever survives till the end, without dying, or quiet shall become the next king, usually king doesn't play but this time, our king will going to play, fair and square. everyone starts to get excited, for the match, this game going to break psychologically and mentally, only a true king can win this game. host:- the rule is simple, many games going to be played there and rules are going to write on the wall, if you want to win this tournament then you only have to win, 3 games, and if you are lucky then you can find cards that can turn the table, one thing if you die, in this game or get injured, the

Never had her father made such a grave error, and this time she knew it would cost him dearly. "My people thirst for blood," King Ragnar declared. "We're Vikings, it's our way." "There has to be another way," Sophie urged, attempting to keep her voice steady. "You're the king; you can-" "I'm a Viking king," he interrupted before signalling to someone behind her, prompting Sophie's hand to rest on the sheath of her knife, anticipating whatever was to come next. She felt two hands seize her, causing her to swiftly spin around and unsheathe her knife, swinging it at her assailants.

Majority of the campers are boys because game addiction is their thing – to be exact, Dungeon Raydens-addiction. Dungeon Raydens is a sandbox-style MMORPG that’s a one-stop-shop for a lot of things. Kate remembers that, when Ecto was still around (darn, it hurt to think that), they did almost everything there except PvP and the MOBA-esque Battle Royale end game, which Ecto abhorred for their violence.