Kingmakers Series Novels & Stories

he shouted The old man didn’t say a word and through the pump of his staff, there goes a ring with a red-like gem on it… and a sword? The sword was estimated to be around 3 feet long. I believe it is what they call the Joyeuse sword. It was arguably the most powerful sword the man has ever crafted. It was made by Charlemagne, a Frankish king out of gold and gem-encrusted hilt, the blade was forged from the same ore and metal that made Durendal, a sword wielded and is also one of the deadliest in the world. Legend has it, that the sword was forged by the infamous blacksmith legend Galas, who took three years to complete. Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the

the king turns to me, wait that means I have to leave, but I don't wanna leave Kyle or Grace and well, Emma I guess. "Okay your majesty" I say, my eyes just on the ground to maybe show him respect, my nerves were just everywhere at the minute. "My love, you're the one person who doesn't have to address me by that, it's Grayson to you" he smiles, I just nod still looking at the ground. "Sorry your maj- I mean Grayson" I smile, he puts his hand under my chin lifting my head to look in his eyes again. Four mean looking men with swords walk over, they bow their heads towards Grayson than at me, why are they bowing towards me?

"She supplied us with answers, the best she could, it was she who told us to come back to the castle. A battle comes, King Asher of Brone. Martha predicts blood." "Whose blood?" "I do not know. I can not know." "Does Martha know?" "I do not know." "It's alright. Thank you." Asher took off his crown and raked his hand through his Raven black hair. Jasper noticed he had bags under his eyes, and that his eyes seemed somewhat reddened, as if he hadn't slept for days. It struck him just how much king Asher and his daughter needed each other in these times. In fact, the whole royal family, all three of them needed each other. He didn't understand the beginnings and the ends of the problems father

But being near the Mad King will open his eyes to a world he's never seen before. Keith will break the rules trying to save his friend, but stepping inside the palace will bring untold tales, uncovered secrets and bloodbath. ⚔ Welcome to The Mad King And His Guard! If you like ROYALTY, ROMANCE and HATE TO LOVE, then you knocked at the right door! This story will contain: ⚔ Historical theme (not necessarily any era inspired from a certain country, but just anything that comes from my imagination) ⚔ Violence ⚔ Twins (I'm telling you, you're not ready)

Alejandro King Lycan Former Alpha King, King of Lycans and werewolves Long Chocolate brown hair Sky Blue eyes Tall with strong muscular built 6'ft Power:- Alpha King, different kinds of power. Ivory King Magical Alpha King's mate, Queen of Lycans and werewolves, true heir of Davister clan and magicals Long waist length golden hair Amber eyes 5'6 inch, petty frame Power:- Antheia, the light flower, goddess of peace Clotho

Princess Cirella was the Southern Kingdoms only heir. Her father King Demos lost his wife in child birth. He was able to save his newborn daughter by having one of the wet nurses tend to her until she was able to feed on her own. King Demos was not related to Demetrix or Orlex. His Kingdom was the warmest part of Hellstrom (Demons named Hell a fancier name) Orlex commanded the coldest part of it. His warriors were told that they held no emotion and could kill with out remorse. Demetrix was at the center of Hellstrom, he also commended the Aegis River and the Obsidian Mine. Something that Belle has been dying to get to. The Obsidian Mine held a specific rock that if molded into a weapon, it w

“He doesn’t understand the choice. The next Alpha King will be chosen, not by strength alone, but by blood and will. The council believes they will guide it, but the child decides.” I looked at the baby. His tiny hand moved, pointing deliberately. Towards Damon. Damon noticed and frowned. “What is he doing?” “The council underestimates him,” I said softly. “The child sees more than they ever will. He is the Kingmaker, Damon. Not you. Not me. Not even the council.” Damon’s eyes narrowed. “Kingmaker? He’s an infant.” “Infants can see truths adults blind themselves to,” Lucian interjected. “He is not ordinary. He will choose. That choice will shift the balance of power.”

"No, I should be the one to ask that, Lord Saxoni." Dimitri and Genevieve materialized behind them. In their hands were daggers that were infused with the black meteor rock that became a weakness of us dragons. The previous kings had amassed a good amount of it throughout their battles with the werewolves, insuring that these deadly weapons wouldn't be used again. As I watched the tip of the blades on the traitors' throats, a rush of pride hit me. I didn't expect I'd use these weapons against my own kind, but I'll overlook it. These men deserved to die in every way possible for hurting my mate.

If killing her is going to kill, I am ready for it now. But I am never going to forgive her. Vengeance is so sweet, that if you taste it once, you can never stop it from claiming your heart, soul and body. And I, Cain Reyes - The King of all Werewolves is an addict to Vengeance. I am going to kill Miracle even if it kills me too.

"Mr. Schulyer, you always thought that I was the catalyst for the Schuyler family. What you don't know is that three years ago, after that accident, Jack lost his ability to father children. The doctors said it would be nearly impossible for him to have any." A choking sound rattled in Robert's throat. "Matthew and Mark were born because I sought out every specialist I could find. I paid the price to keep them. As for Luke, that was the last trace of your family's fortune, and Jack threw it away." I stood up and looked down upon the old man. "The Schuyler family bloodline didn't end because of fate. It ended because of Jack." At the same time, the imprisoned Jack was welcomed by a few of his