Kingmakers Series Novels & Stories

"Breathe, Marinah." King talks me through the sudden rush of Kedorine 5, or K-5 as King calls it, that tries to shove itself into my veins. K-5 is the miracle that brings on the shift for Shadow Warriors and it's packed with other powerful hormones too. You can't catch it, it's not a disease, it's something you're born with, and I'm the lucky woman to be the first female Warrior in hundreds of years. "Inhale, exhale. Don't allow your beast to win. You say when she's in charge, not her."

Purity them replied causing both brothers to give each other looks. “So why are you interested in them?” Marcus then decided to ask her while sitting in the back sit. “Why should i not be? In America we don’t have a royal family so it’s sort of exciting to me that here in Netherlands they actually do that and have actual Kings, Queens and princes. I mostly see them on TV so wonder how they are like in real life.” Purity then replied both boys unaware of how they both sighed in relief when they realized she did not know the real truth.

: She sobbed greatly but it didn't make any difference; It never did. *************** Aiken drank thirstily from the water guard, feeling so relieved because he'd really needed one after that long race with the archer. "If they tried to kill him, then it means these guys are monitoring us and knows our every moves" Princess Martha stated observingly as she stood in front of him with Roseline and the King. "But who could it be?" Roseline asked timidly. "The same people that wants to kill me?" "It's obvious" Martha concurred. "They know you're bonded to the King and are trying to kill you, and they also know we'd found a solution and were on our way to get him. So, they tried to kill him!"

He calls out again, and I take a slow breath before finally removing my hand from my neck, revealing the mark that rests clearly on it, the mark that refused to disappear and confirmed that Cole Drakov is my mate. "You have been marked... by whom...?" Alaric lets out, and that's when I hear people murmuring around me, shock covering their features as they all turn to each other. "...The Rogue King." I finally answer, letting out a slow breath as I realise the confusion this will bring, and this is only the start of the chaos... I look at the people standing in front of me, and suddenly, I can't bring myself to say a single word. Ronan's expression begins to change as he looks at me, Kassandr

"Oh! Is that how you welcome me home father? After many years of sending me away and now the first thing you noticed about me is my late arrival to this meeting at this very morning." I followed his gaze and did not move a tiny muscle surrounding my eyes when I walk closer to sit at the empty chair across him in the table. I'm in for the challenge but he never responded for a couple of seconds so Maleficus starts to discuss the plan on the table. He is good with pretending that nothing happened. "Gentlemen of the Royal pack, we have known that the wolves who hurt the people in the City is non other than the wolves who refuse to recognize the Alpha King and the Moon Goddess. They call themsel

“That makes sense. Is that what they had me handcuffed in? I remember Marva had what looked like black handcuffs, and Claris said she wouldn’t remove them until she was sure that I was on their side.” “Yes, it was schorl” “Why would she need schorl for me?” “Darius has the powers of his forefathers,” he began, “which means your father King Samael, his father King Aurelius, his father before him, back through the millennial lines. Each generation of kings inherits the previous generation’s powers, making each stronger than the last. While the powers are akin to sorcery, they are untainted, which means, if we look at it from a magical perspective, Darius would be the male version of the ‘white

The pages were brown as words were written with a black sort of ink. King Markus, the great warrior and the first werewolf descendent of the Earth. The tales of his bravery and courage were endless as he conquered the Arendiel at the age of seventeen. Useless. I flipped the pages and stopped as I saw a very familiar name. Kendrio. There was a table in the middle of the book that includes names of very familiar and shocking people. I read the heading. Heirs. The first name written was "King Markus Baros, married to Princess Leona," after her name a symbol was made which represented a....sun. And after Markus's name, there was a sign of the moon.

She was basking in the hushed whispers of the crowd. “Is that really Aris?” “The legendary hermit has finally surfaced.” “This is it, Anna,” Gabriel whispered, his eyes gleaming with a hunger for redemption. “After today, Daphne Franklin will be nothing but a footnote in our success story. We don't need her money when we have this code.” Anna smirked, adjusting her headset. “She’s probably crying in the VIP section right now, watching us take the throne she couldn't buy.” The announcer’s voice boomed through the arena. “And now, representing the National Selection, we have the return of the prodigy, Aris, presenting the high-octane gaming server Arena-Bound.”

“The Mother appeared. She was created from pure love, devotion, and happiness. All her joy and love materialized and formed the world we know. The Mother divided the world into six parts. The Kingdom of Winter came first, with its tall mountains and northern location, a place of endless cold. The Kingdom of Darkness came next, farthest to the south, where the sun didn’t shine as brightly, and the stars shone the strongest. The Kingdom of Summer came third, where the sun shone the most, and the warmth filled and illuminated the kingdom. The Mother combined the three kingdoms and created the Kingdom of Autumn and the Kingdom of Spring from them.” Only five kingdoms were explained—no mention of

“I carry life.” The seers bowed. “She is the bearer.” “She is the mother.” “She is the change.” — Three days after the flame entered Aria, the Grove sent its final message. A crown appeared. Not golden. Not silver. But blood-red. Forged from bone and fire, it hovered above the altar, pulsing with ancient magic. The seers gathered, trembling. The elders stood back, wary. Even Kaelion’s mark flickered with unease. Lucien stepped forward. “That’s not hers.”