Kingmaker Book Novels & Stories

'Book forty-three of the Kingsmen Chronicles. He leaned the book back towards him and pulled it from the shelf with grace. He smiled as he looked at it in his hand, his eyes carefully considering the intricate pattern of the gold decorating the cover. Gingerly, he cracked it open, leading through the pages until at last he found the desired portion. "The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not laid hold of it," he read aloud, proclaiming the fate of the nations.

Clio said and Erica nodded with an impressed look on her face. “That sounds so magical, So, Dominic is the king of Heaven?” she asked and Jenny nodded, “Yes, we learned about all of this in last ten years since we are here. The ‘Book of Kingdoms’ contain it all,” she said and raised two fingers at the shelf, “Give me the ‘Book of Kingdoms’” she said in commanding manner, the books moved and a book in black color moved out of a shelf and floated in front of them, the book floated to the table and was placed on it elegantly. Erica whistled lowly, “Will I be able to do that?” she asked as she touched the book, the velvet covering it was so soft and silky. She had never touched a more expensive

A faint click sounded, followed by the slow grind of a concealed door sliding open. Inside was a safe—my own personal vault. It held only the things that mattered. Money, letters, secrets no one else would ever see. And the stolen book. I pulled it free, my hands steady despite the storm in my mind. The cover was worn, the edges frayed, but the power within had never faded. I flipped through the brittle pages, scanning the text with a sharp, desperate focus. Then I found it—The Mark of the Triarch. The inked script told a story as old as the first wars of our kind. Unlike the Mark of the Septarch, which granted sevenfold power, the Mark of the Triarch was lesser—but just as powerful. An awak

I give Marcus his gift after the cake. It is a book. Old. The cover worn smooth at the corners. Inside, the history of King Alaric's reign — edited carefully, the dangerous parts removed, the good parts kept. The stories of what the Lycan kingdom looked like when someone led it with both strength and care. Festivals. Alliances. The way ordinary wolves lived under a king who remembered he was one of them. Marcus holds it with both hands. Looks at the cover. Looks at me. "Is this a real king?" he asks.

Ava asked, probing the moon goddess to say more. "There is indeed a way. And that way is the prophecy. I can see it happening. The sacrifice of three souls. I am not sure what it actually is because it was created by my great father, but whatever it is, even as gods we can't interrupt in it." Moon goddess said with a loud sigh. "Honestly, I think it's fun. Let's see if the hybrid can survive this or not." God Alaric smiled. "She will be. If you've forgotten, then her second mate is Daniel Neptune. The witch-king of the dark witches who have access to even the dark books prohibited from the white world witches. He will try and do anything in his power to get his mate and only his mate alone.

“They look good on you.” I gave a fake smile. “Thanks. I'll be on my way.” He just nodded. The moment I reached the door, there was a sudden knock causing me to jump. Someone was coming and I needed to hide. Before I could even react, the door had opened and an unfamiliar face walked in and I could instantly tell he was a Beta. “My King.” the beta bowed his head. “Alpha Reid has asked you out for breakfast.” King? Kiinng?! My eyes were popping out instantly as I stared at the stranger in utter shock and confusion . He... this man.. is the King?!!!

“I know what he is.” “He’s the most dangerous wolf alive,” Makar said. I laughed, I couldn’t help it. “Most dangerous wolf? Seriously dude. You sound like one of those villagers who gets scared easily.” “I am not afraid alpha. It’s just that Kieran is a dangerous warrior. He’s not like the rest. He doesn’t fear death.” “He should,” I said, lowering my voice. “He should fear me.” “But he doesn’t,” Makar replied evenly. “He walked into your court, looked you in the face and didn’t even blink.”

I need more juice. "Time to face my karma again." He said to himself while cleaning himself up and the gem. * Cai Kang and Kurai continue reading without much interruption but they read by chapters and compare notes before reading onto the next in silence. The book is the abridged version and around thirteen chapters detailing successful dragon kings although the details are more on the originals.

“You’re serious, you’re not messing with me?” She shakes her head, “I swear to the goddess Tawny, this book has words. I’ll read it to you.” She clears her throat “Three gifts will be given to each of the chosen one’s Knights: The King, The Commander, The Councilor, and The Savior. Connected as one they will protect what she carries, and the realm from the destruction of the gods.” “Isn’t that what Ashe told you and Mathias?” “It is,” she answers me, her nose still stuck in the book. “I think it’s a prophecy or prophecies.” Lamia looks up and around at our surroundings. I think they are all prophecies. Ashe’s visions, past and present.”

They moved deeper into the library until Pat stopped at a lone pedestal in the center of the room. Upon it sat a thick, dusty tome bound in what looked like pale, cracked leather. The cover bore no title, only a symbol: a blazing fire crowned by three horns, with jagged lines splitting its base. Pat opened the book carefully. “Mad Kings of the Underworld,” Jo read. She leaned in, studying the strange, curling script etched in faded ink. She flipped through the brittle pages until something finally caught her eye. A name. Malrik. Jo’s heart skipped.