Latte Cookie Run Kingdom Novels & Stories

Annabelle said. I blushed and looked down at my empty plate. “Really?” Lisa turned her attention to me. “I know you are a good runner, Annabelle, but for you to admit Layla is good baffles me. You must be super fast, then,” Lisa said, looking at me. “Don’t listen to Annabelle,” I told Lisa, raising my head to look at her. “Rubbish,” Annabelle waved away my statement. “She competed with the king.”

Just their own, where they find their mate and live happily ever after. To the west of the Kingdom of the Moon is the Lunar Storm Pack. The pack occupies the Great Plains and desserts of the west. Their pack borders a vast desert where packs of rogues caravan. They largely mine silver and gold and herd sheep and goats. The cheese from this kingdom is divine; especially paired with their honey and date molasses.

I swallow and exhale, trying to dull the pain in my heart. “That’s Coe Wren,” Klevon supplies. “A minor lady from the Penrose Kingdom. A small but very lovely place.” He takes another drink and adds, “The blonde lady on the King’s right is Brylie Stockett. Another minor lady from Stine.” “The same Kingdom as Brandon?” “Same kingdom. But for the lady, Brandon is an enigma. I even think she has a crush on him.” “And the other women?” “From the right, those are minor ladies from Berka, Djambek and Orttenburg. Mara Gere, Panya Lubis and Eshe Orttenburg.”

Pheonix says, always trying to bend the rules. "My loves, I've done it. Give the message to King Leonardo. Kathleen has left the safety of these bitter-sweet castle walls. Soon, my dear pets, we'll rule havoc all of clone-dearest's kingdom." I command to my little pets, soon I'll give them the world. Once I do, I'll finally be able to leave mine.

Wearing only thin clothes, barefoot. “Welcome to the Kingdom of Voneveir!” That voice was so familiar in his ears. Alexis can never be wrong about it. It was his son, Allan. "Your Majesty, Do you have any last words for your people?" Being humiliated like a criminal who purged innocents, does he really deserve to receive such disgrace? “Your homeland whom you loved…” Remembering every sleepless night he had in order to manage every problem his kingdom is facing… “… your people whom you cherished… “

Mouths dropped and whispers filled the room. "Settle down." His voice boomed across the room and it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. "We still have a reason for celebration tonight. I, Prince Damien, have found my mate, your future Queen of the Nothern Territory. She is from your pack!" He turned to me and held out his hand. I looked back at the crows whose eyes were now glued to me.

CHAPTER FOUR -ANTONIO- It was now late into the night, almost midnight, and the celebration was coming to its last event; the Run. The Run was an age-old royal tradition. It was a game, a chase under the dance of moonlight. Only the King and Queen's children were allowed to participate in the event. Whichever of the royal offspring reached the age of maturity would have to compete against their older siblings. This would demonstrate the royal's skills and formally initiate them into the competition for becoming the future ruler of the Lycan Empire. Tonight, under the moon, Alina would prove her worth as the princess of the Lycan Empire.

Jade and her packmates finally crested the last hill, and the breathtaking sight before them made her heart skip a beat. No wonder they call it the Golden Summit Pack, she thought. Below them, nestled in the valley, was a kingdom unlike any she had ever seen. The land radiated prosperity, with golden fields stretching far to the east where farmers tended their crops under the warm afternoon sun. In the west, a massive training ground sprawled across the land, filled with warriors sharpening their skills.

quipped Kenneth, who always remembered what the princess said about marriage. "She also told me that no man could bring her to her knees. But after she attended her coworker's wedding, I guess her vow turned into karma," Zella continued, laughing at her daughter. "There wasn't one before. More precisely, there was no man to control the dominant lion inside me, but Logan turned that lion into a cat." "I know Logan is rich. I'm not from a poor family either. Just think of the island I'm asking for as my lifetime wages that will serve the winery," Angel continued. She had to get the island for Logan.

"You didn't think I was aiming at the capital's convoy, did you?" The King turned his head, his face pale as his lead guard dragged a white fox out of the thicket—a rare pelt, drilled clean through the left eye socket. "A clean shot," Aeon whispered, his voice trembling slightly despite his efforts to maintain his composure. "The fur will make a fine collar for the Queen," I said, tossing the bleeding carcass toward his lead driver. "Consider it a token of our hospitality." "Did the supervisor give you that broth because you're special, Obi, or did you find another hidden safe under the platform?" Amira Cole asked, setting her laundry basket down on the floor of the Silver Chamber.