Kingmaker Book Novels & Stories

People scream and scurry away in fear, they are right to fear me, I am too angry to show mercy right now. I remember reading a book when I was a girl, all about dragon lore and the special things they could do, so I lift my right paw and bite into my finger/toe to draw blood, then lower it to Drake. I let a few drops fall onto his chest and then one into his mouth, before sealing my wound and returning my attention to those around us. These tiny things are all my enemies they all are trying to take Drake away from me! “RAARR!! Grrrrr!!”

Kieran said, handing over a very huge book to me. “Every one?” “Every single one,” Kieran nodded. “The ones she commissioned humans to fight, the ones she was present at, yeah, everyone.” “I have a lot of work to do then,” I muttered, flipping through the heavy pages. The material used to make them was different because it was way better than ordinary paper. It had the weight of gold and the thickness of steel. “If you ever want to come here, all you just have to do is touch one of the spots I did, the rest will come to you,” Kieran said, looking to the side, giving a chance for the rays of light to hit his pretty red eyes.

“Nirvana, you’re here.” I turned around and saw Dylan. “Hey. How long you’ve been here.” We hugged each other. “Yesterday. Congrats, by the way. I’m happy for both of you.” “Thanks. So what are you doing here?” “Apparently, Zarah forgot to mention the Alpha King had vast collections of books, and I read some of her Grimoire and other Wiccan books.” “What’s Grimoire? Wiccan?” “Book of spells, Book of magic. Wiccans are people who believe in supernatural magic,” Aira answered. She looked like a girl you just wanted to sit with on the couch, had some margaritas, and talked all day.

It was no ordinary book and neither was it meant for ordinary people. ‘’I need to get something for myself’’ Mara says walking onto the shelf hidden at the far end of the room. It is composed of books from history to spell casting and some hybrid notifications. She was not interested in any of the books, not until the red cover book fell to the ground catching her attention. ‘’Ways to make it work’’ the title read. Mara had no idea of what the book was about; those words were all it had and the back was completely plain and painted red.

And once you reach for it, you will identified as one of their leader. Every born child of Alpha's will have their own book. And this book will lead them to a quest. A quest will help them to level up. These Alpha's were created by Mother Tree, she was the most powerful of the underworlds. She can give more life to every creature in their land. But creating the Alpha's would be her greatest mistake because instead of protecting their land they were the one destroying it by killing each other just to be a leader. The four Alpha's can be recognized which group of clan they're belong by the color of their eyes.

Welcome to chapter one of 'how to take revenge on the elf king 101', written by Sean Cooper, Sean thought to himself, finding it hard to control the smirk that threatened to come out on his face.

🌘 Fenrir POV Martha waited until we sat, her eyes never leaving Arria. Warm tea had already been set on the table. “You’re better,” she said with a gentle smile. “Stronger.” Arria nodded. Martha turned to me. “Marking her helped… but it wasn’t what I expected. This isn’t just a bond.” “It isn’t,” I agreed. I placed the book on the table between us. Old. Worn. The king’s crest etched into the cover.

Everything led back to her and our kiss and I wanted to do it over and over again, and more. I fell on the bed, kicking my shoes off and picking up my favorite book. La Divina Commedia, a three-part poem about the travels through the three regions, Hell, Purgatory and Paradise. It was an immediate distraction from my tormenting thoughts and the fact Emiliana was only down the hall. Or so I thought. Soft knocks, almost inaudible, tapped on my door. Louder ones followed before the door swung open.

Emma said, walking deep into the living room. "Thanks." She walked to a set of shelves on the far side of the room, running her fingers over the spines of his books. A lot of them were classics, novels by Dickens, Voltaire, Dumas, Melville, and Hemingway. She smiled when her fingers ran over the spine of not one, but three copies of Mitchell's Gone with the Wind. There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others.

“Eh. Don’t know what goes on in her brain.” The moon princess lips quivered at that. That scared her a bit. An evening with every single one in Greece. *** I closed the book, almost relieved that the chapter was over. It did feel kind of weird to read my own story, my previous life story. Shaking my head, I leaned back and pushed the book in my lap. Judging from the pages in the book, I was in for a ride. ***