Lord Milori And Queen Clarion Novels & Stories

A human soldier with light blonde hair gets off his horse and approaches them. “I am Knight Arthur Milo,” he declares himself. “Leading the Ezealyran troops in the absence of our Grand Knight, Sir Leo Romana. Our Emperor and Empress are inside the carriage, seeking your formal invitation to enter the castle as your humble guests.” “A human, huh?” Phillippe murmurs. “I am surprised to see a human being in charge of the army of Ezealyra!” Timur, who is still seated on a nearby horse, speaks up, “He is efficient and capable of running the army in Sir Leo’s absence, Your Majesty! Sir Milo may be a human but his sword is deadly enough to kill even Lycans.”

Once she left, I turned back to ScarClaw “Her name is Morgan, she is the daughter of Orion.” Lines formed between his brows, and he pinched his lips together “Why?” He asked with a slight bite to his tone. “I am second in command to her Highness Queen Lamia. Queen of the shifters and I have been asked to find her and bring her back to the first continent.” I watched as his eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped.

Vinlot was unhappy throwing the wood into the fire-red stove and said, "It's slow, Roley. The Queen is stronger if she waits for the day when she regains her strength without memories. It's very hard for us to convince her," "I need more time, Mrs. Vinlot," Roley pleaded patiently. Vlaire sat next to her and interjected, "You're too strict; after all, Roley is the last guard general descendant of the Red Alpha clan; he's the queen's powerful arm," Roley hurriedly knelt, "Please don't say that. Serving the Queen is my honor," "You must do it quickly; you need to regain the queen's power memories before she wakes up."

A murmur of approval spread like controlled waves. —The times ahead will be dark —she added—. But I assure you, no shadow will cross our threshold without facing fire first. We are the Moretti Clan. And we are still alive. The leaders nodded. She was the queen. Her commanding presence left no room for doubt, nor for questioning. But at that moment, the queen was a grieving woman, a widow burning in silence. A mother determined to flee… But she couldn’t do it just yet. The Moretti Clan had to appear intact.

There, I came to meet eight people waiting for me. "Your Majesty, Luna Queen," they said in unison as they deeply bowed their heads. I chuckled. "Raise your heads." I beckoned my head after ordering them. I turned to Jack who bestowed me the folder. "Piran Polister, Samson Brisco, Cornelius Haynes, Jarrett Devon, Flora Wallace, Aurora Risackin, and Eden Valentin." I looked up after reading the reports in the folder while mentioning the names of my eight commanders of my elite soldiers called The Eagle Mist. "It has been a long time since we gathered together," I said cheerfully as I gestured my hand to have the seat. "Let's have some tea before I will discuss some matters. Shall we?"

This was hers. Across the clearing stood her rival—Queen Maera of the Crimson Claws. Once a powerful ally, Maera had broken their ancient truce and claimed Selene’s child would bring imbalance to the werewolf order. Maera, with her hair braided in crimson silk and eyes gleaming with challenge, looked every bit the warrior queen. "Selene Moonborn," Maera called out, her voice resonating through the clearing. "You carry a child conceived through unnatural bonds. You’ve made pacts with ancient forces and turned your back on the Old Ways. You are unfit to rule."

“With the power bestowed upon me, I now pronounce you Kaerlia King, The Supreme Luna Queen of the werewolf race! Long live the queen!” With her heart swelling with resolve, the priest placed the luna crown atop her head. It felt weighty with its significance, yet she stood tall, knowing that she was ready to lead. Her eyes met those of her subjects, reflecting their hope, trust, and unity. The Supreme Luna Queen Kaerlia was crowned, and the hall erupted into a crescendo of applause and cheers. She took her place on the majestic throne beside Mobali knowing that her journey as a leader had just begun. From this moment forward, she would guide her people, protect the realm, and uphold the trad

"Ah, I have yet to introduce myself. I am Lavendori Moltimer, the High Lord of Nerinvat, the Headmaster of Kozen Akademis, and Millennium Glory of Nervas Army. It is nice to finally meet you, Cyan." But seriously, are men here usually this tall? ಠ_ಠ "As you already know, Millennium Glory is the highest rank in the military, may it be from Nerinvat, Vuculv, Aslan, Winacellu, or Malecoy, it doesn't change. From that, we have Diamond Guardian, Gold Paladin, Silver Knight, Bronze Soldier, and the lowest of the ranks, Sentry," High Lord Lavendori explained, serving himself a scoop of the soup in his bowl. "The only difference is that we have different names for our armies. Nervas Army for Nerinva

[Bob, step forward now.] Noe notified Bob who was leading the cavalrymen on the beach to attack the enemy. [Yes, Your Majesty.] Bob who was riding his horse turned around to face his troops. "Our turn has begun, according to His Majesty Al's orders, no one of you must die! We are indeed the weakest soldiers here, but show that we are also able to compete! Show everyone that we deserve to be called Danirmala soldiers! Show the results of your hard training ! We are the chosen troops! The Lamris troops, also the Danirmala troops!" Jade rushes to cheer up her troops.

In fear. Because for the first time, their Queen was not kneeling. She was fighting back. Lira lifted glowing silver eyes toward the King. And under the black eclipse, she made her choice. “I refuse the crown.”