Kingdoms Of Amalur Reckoning Alyn Shir の小説・ストーリー

I said quietly. Her emerald eyes softened. "Thank you," Ayla whispered, and I gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead and pulled away. "After we marked you, the war against the Lycan and the Werewolf Kingdom exploded, we invaded the Kingdom, Ghost killed Hoff and retook the throne, while Soren and I, with the help of allies, destroyed the Necromancer." I described what happened in a few words. "I swore allegiance to Soren and Victor." Ghost said, smiling. "Many things have changed in the Kingdom, we've abolished slavery and restructured the packs."

A friendship and an alliance of both of their kingdoms. Who would not want to be an ally with the Lycan Blood Kingdom? It is the strongest kingdom in the entire Scandanavia known for its advanced weapons, and most of all, it is feared by all because of its King that was rumored to be an immortal monster who shapeshift under a full moon sky. Well, that's what they heard the old folks say, but he doesn't care. It's a security to be feared up, and he can ride on with him on that fear.

They have been growing more and more over the years, recruiting new members. I have been meaning to call a meeting of the council of Lycan kings, which I was their leader. The council is made up twelve Lycan kings, representing the twelve wolf kingdoms. But with my protection pearl going missing and bringing of Vee into my pack, I have been pretty much occupied. Now Vico is sending his men into my lands, I had to nip this shit in the bud soon or I might have another war with half breeds on my hand. “Maybe they know she is a half breed,” that had to be why they wanted her.

One thousand five hundred years ago, before the Fires of Alira, the great dragon kingdom of Highmire lived in unrest. The king, Sindre, was lost on what should be done. His most trusted advisors and close friends, Sixten and Lochness, found themselves in disagreement. Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another.

“You forget who trained you, amore mio.” They moved as one — two predators, side by side again after years of fighting on opposite sides. Blood and smoke filled the air. And somewhere beyond the firelight, a girl’s voice echoed — soft, almost prayer-like: “When the king and queen fall, the crown returns to the child.” ALMA From the shadows of the courtyard, she watched them — her creators, her curse. Luca and Amara. They moved together like vengeance and desire, killing with grace, defending a home they didn’t deserve.

she asked, her voice a whisper. “Tillium is the only known source that is able to fatally wound those of royal descent,” he explained. “Grandmother Sheloah is a descendant of Shirin royalty.” “Your father told me that schorl could wound me and that’s why they had me bound in schorl.” Darius let out a little chuckle. “Yes, schorl is known to wound royals, pretty badly at that, but it is not fatal to us. Schorl is only lethal to celestials who do not descend from true royal blood.”

The borders of what was once Blackclaw and Bloodmoon had been redrawn, and the newly united kingdom stretched far and wide, its people flourishing under their reign. In these years of peace, a new council had been appointed, and among them stood Darius, the Prime Alpha. His journey from Alpha Saul’s trusted Beta to a leader in his own right had earned him this prestigious title. He had proven his worth in the most trying of times, displaying the strength, wisdom, and compassion that made him worthy of the role. Now, he stood at the forefront of governance alongside Malakai and Amani, ensuring the kingdom remained just and fair.

The Kingdom of Aylon, a kingdom under the reign of King Aaron Bert, it is also one of the six kingdoms independent from the Southern Empire ruled by His Lordship Bishop Ekmond Alexander. Aylon is a small growing Kingdom, stationed on a cliff. It's Royal compound stands at the cliff top followed by the town, split into two by a vineyard and a meadow, just outside its walls, lies a large Fir forest.

I feel shivers in my spine at the danger of it all I step keep moving until I am very sure he is around and there he is. King Alonso, ruler of the Alistair Lycan Kingdom, my best friend since childhood. But it is not really him anymore. The beast that stands before me is twice the size of a normal Lycan- just as a Lycan king should be.

Hundreds of years have passed. Echor build 5 kingdoms named: Alpenglow where the powerful and wealthy creature ones live. Alamort, the cursed kingdom where the evil creatures of Echor come from. Raconteur, the kingdom of the dwarves who take the lead in making weapons. Habromania, the flying kingdom that is isolated from everyone where simple elves live. They avoid getting into trouble that's why they're called 'The Lonely Kingdom'. And finally, Ataraxia, where the creatures called 'Muggles' live quietly and simply They lived quietly, and without any disturbance.