Kingkiller Chronicle Novels & Stories

Kahlan was on the floor dazed from the beating she just took,she felt something on her face and touched it with her hand and saw blood on her fingers. She turned and saw Marcel poised for a fight and the man dashed towards him with his dagger raised to kill. ‘Ok he’s about to kill me!!, he’s about to kill me!!, Marcel you’re going to die, you’re going to die' Marcel chanted like mantra over and over in his head, his outward appearance showed him focused on his enemy with his muscles all tensed up but deep inside he was shaking.

he asked, eyebrow raised. “Killian, Channing has been dead for two years,” she whispered. His eyes widened. “Then how is it possible?” he asked, having already pieced that Channing is Aiden’s father. “Apparently it’s some powerful magic at work, and I’ll only be able to find my answers through you,” she replied. He looked at her thoughtfully before something dawned on him. “The golden wolf shall lead to the truth. The golden wolf shall lead the dark to the light. The golden wolf shall have an important heir. The golden wolf shall lead all,” he murmured.

Despite existing, they hadn’t been used in ages. Kailani wondered where the king’s guards sworn to king Xavier were. Did Elliott kill them all because they refuse to follow him? Her heart tightened in her chest, dreading the very answer to her question. He killed the council of elders after killing the alpha of alphas and there was the answer to her question.

Her eyes opened and she gazed upon Lucius' people: from big, slimy-looking creatures to ogres, trolls, witches, and any wicked people you could ever think of. She gulped down, "Oh Goodness." She whispered to herself and averted her eyes from the audience to the priest. The head of the council—portraying as the 'priest'—have been talking on how the first king killed thousands of mortals, how the second king called a truce with the mortals and how the peace remained constant for thousands of years. The three of them stood at the huge balcony. While the audience are standing outside the castle walls, gazing up to the couple.

Marcus barked, sweeping his gray mantle back as he began barking orders to the vanguard, herding the families toward the grand stone staircase with quick, practiced discipline. I turned back to Killian. He stood up, his towering frame silhouetted against the roaring hearth. The gold runes etched into his broad chest were pulsing in cadence with my own—a steady, synchronized heartbeat of hybrid fire that flared brighter as the heat from below rose through the stone.

"How many?" ​"Five kingdoms, Seraphina. Alpha Garrick has successfully convinced the high council that your existence is a cosmic curse that will break the treaty of the Seven Kingdoms. They have assembled over ten thousand warriors. They aren't marching to negotiate. They are marching to execute every living thing within the Midnight Eclipse forest until they find your head." Kaelor said, his voice dropping to a grave, heavy baritone as he stepped closer, his golden eyes filled with an unspoken dread.

“Haven’t you heard of the darkspire alpha curse? They never live past fifty. Ryker will get himself killed if he keeps this going.” My eyes widened. I didn’t know that, I hadn’t even heard about it by accident. My admiration for Queen Scarlett grew even more. “I’ll do my best to keep him safe,” I bowed, meaning every word. Thank goodness I met up with her! I can’t imagine what would have happened if Ryker had gotten in trouble, or worse, executed if we had failed. “Good.” “Thank you, my Queen.” “Also,” she added, turning to face me. “Be careful. You and Ryker. There has been a cosmic shift. I can feel it. Someone who is not supposed to exist walks amongst us.”

“Or perhaps… a warden, and afterwards she refined them.” A chill moved down my spine. “Refined from what?” I asked quietly. Cian’s gaze flicked to the window, where pale daylight filtered through. “Something older. Wilder. Unstructured.” My heart beat harder, “The Lost Bloodline.” His silence was enough confirmation. “In the fragments that survived,” he continued carefully, “there are references to cycles, to an age before the Moon’s dominion, when power was not centralized.” “Centralized?” I echoed.

She could finally hear her mother call out to her. “Cherry.” “Mom.” “Listen to me please. Do you see the woman who handed you the necklace?” “Yes.” “She's a friend. I need you to go with them. They are there to bring you back home.” “Okay.” The Good Witch cast a levitation spell on the girl and she was able to get her out of the tree. Then she had Isabella's father hand her the water sack. She poured the contents over the girl's tail. Her scales stopped flaking and her wounds stop bleeding. The witch took out the shell.

She vanished into smoke and reformed a few steps away. Kell attacked next, throwing three black daggers at me. I dodged two, but the third sliced across my shoulder. I hissed from the sting. Blood rolled down my arm. Charon smiled. “Yes,” he said. “Bleed. Your blood feeds our king.” I growled in anger and lifted both hands. My power exploded outward—blue spirit energy mixed with dark hybrid fire—and blasted Kell across the hall. But the blast also weakened me. I staggered.