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

I punched three more times before it broke through. “There it is.” My eyes darkened with satisfaction. I grabbed the panel and slid it open. Inside were only two books. An ancient-looking tome, and a thick grimoire. I picked both up and quickly unlatched them before flipping through the pages with growing anticipation. Unlike the others, none of the pages were torn. I heaved a sigh of relief while a faint smile tugged at my lips. “Now, let’s see what you are,” I whispered. I scanned the titles carefully. The grimoire was titled Makisteia. The tome beneath it was Malkara Lyk — Vael Sorcery and Curse of the Wolves respectively.

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.

Both books are combined together, and Abhimanyu's book is titled *Taken: King's Rights Reserved*. ... Thank you, ShineeSunshine ❤️

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.

It was a portrait of a fierce young man with piercing golden eyes. Killian. Beneath the flawless illustration, a single line of elegant script was written: > *The Last King has awakened.* > The masked woman frowned, leaning closer. "So the prophecy was never actually about defeating the Voidborn?" The man let out a soft, amused chuckle. "No. That was merely the opening act." He gently closed the massive book, a small cloud of dust filling the air. "The true game begins now." Suddenly, one of the floating books nearby violently burst into flames. The fire didn't burn orange or red; it was a deep, consuming pitch-black. A disembodied voice echoed from within the dark fire—ancient, freezing col

Why were there only four kingdoms? "There's one more thing Your Majesty should keep in mind," Theo continued. "The Merfolk are the enemy of every other race." Anna is confused. "Why?" She tilted her head. "Why are the Merfolk the enemy of everyone?"

His hand closed around her throat in a flash, lifting her off the ground. “Say her name like that again,” he hissed, eyes burning red, “and I’ll end you.” Chloe clawed at his arm, choking. “Gabriel… I’m carrying your child! I’m your Blood Queen!” He laughed. Cold. Empty. “My Blood Queen,” he said slowly, “has always been Isabella.” “What makes you think you could ever replace her?” “You’re nothing but something my brother used—secondhand trash. A whore. I never once intended to make you my Blood Queen.”