Lord Of North Novels & Stories

They still have their Moon Goddess, whereas the Lycans have been abandoned because of an incident with the Alpha Queen over a hundred years ago. A legend, really, of how the Lycans have come into being. A story that starts in a hunting park and ends here. It was the previous Orttenburg kingdom, but the legend really centered around the Pitchford kingdom. Now, Pitchford is a hotpot of unique races and proved to be one of the most powerful kingdoms, although they are neutral when it comes to war. “Are you going to manage the military, now that you are back?” another general asks, interrupting my thoughts.

Odell asks me, finally letting his feelings open. "I don't know Odell, and if I do, I believe he has a greater reason for this." I hold unto his shoulders. "What greater reason? Huh? He specifically told us that the stake was nowhere to be found, hid it from us also, only to release it into the enemies hands," Odell speaks with rage. "And still yet, there is nothing we can do about that..." "Yes I know because, he is the Lord of the heavens, that's not new news," Odell cuts me off making me stare at him with the amount of doubt he has in the creator.

Alpha Isaac grew in strength as days passed, his army also grew in numbers as other pack members joined in. Few years later, Alpha Isaac had conquered all the territories in the whole of Northern region and was tagged the Supreme lord of the Northern region. With all this conquest, Alpha Isaac was not satisfied, he wanted more and so decided to spread his tentacles beyond his region. His first target was the Eastern region, a region occupied by the ancient witches of the mystical order. This plan would alter the course of event in the life of this great general" George noticed the kids were fast asleep and so he stopped reading his book to them.

Above her head, the royal crest of the Northern Royal House—a silver crown encircled by radiant moonlight—flared vividly for every noble, warrior, and citizen to see. "That isn't dark sorcery!" a clan lord in the front row shouted, his voice cracking with sudden, overwhelming awe as he dropped onto one knee. "That is the Royal Sovereign Light! She is the Heir of the North!" Gasps and shouts of revelation echoed across the crowd as dozens more clan members fell to their knees in unbidden reverence. Lord Vane’s smug face turned ghastly, chalky white. Panic flared violently in his dark eyes as he scrambled backward toward his inquisitors, his crimson robes twisting around his legs.

Ziegler tried to get in control of the situation, his emotions driving him into a frenzy, finding himself in an empty room, when he heard his father’s voice. “He is your brother, Ziegler.” said Lord Lucian in a deep rumble of an ancient, lifeless voice that shook the dark empty room in its echo. “Your respect for me as your Lord and the respect you owe him as the new Crown Djhord should motivate you to serve him as you should, otherwise, you incur the wrath of the Alpha Lords. And besides, contrary to all expectations and the custom we had been keeping, Lothaire let you live. You should be grateful for that, for honestly speaking, you don’t deserve it.”

“Is he your relative?” “No, My Lord.” The noble shook his head. He glanced at the man before answering, “The Lord is an archmage assigned by the king himself to administer lands east of Clementine forest.” “Ah, is that so?” Norman turned his head towards this arrogant, grumpy man. “May I be honored to hear of the lord’s name?” He was very respectful with his words since an archmage has immense power that could topple a town by himself, even a city if he exerts his best.

The lord. TBC.

" Can you stand?", Asher asked Liam, he looked around them as they were about to get into the fight of their lives, at least, the boys real father had done the harder part of the journey, now was the time for them to complete the mission, the young ones were their legacy and must be protected at all cost, he had heard about a king that ruled in the North, his power unrivalled, Rome claimed he had the blessings of the moon goddess, however some argued that it was forced. A sharp pain went down his spine went down his neck as he knew that would be the last time he would set his eyes on the boys and of course her.

Spoke Zander. " Well that border I'm talking about is beyond the forbidden northern part the one many of you also call frozen wasteland. There are Roughs is a huge number which is lead by a wolf who likes to call himself King of the North" Leonidas explained as everyone stared at him in confusion and shock. " How is that possible?" Asked Adam in shock. " I don't know but the man who wanted to meet me was one of them or you can say he was forced to become one of them," Leonidas explained.

“Do you know why the fake emperor ran away?” Caestus and Baron exchanged a glance and remained silent. They were indeed confused. Andrius’ lips curled up with a hint of mockery. “It’s because the Northern army’s forces have already been defeated by Noir! The Northern Warzone is now under the control of the Lycantroops! “Noir personally led tens of thousands of surrendered troops from the Northern army, cutting off the fake emperor’s retreat, so he panicked and fled the battlefield. You two are just cannon fodder to help him buy time.