Lord Of North Novels & Stories

King of the Seven Northern Kingdoms. Alpha King Maximus Northwood.

If this idiot attacks me, I don’t think I will be able to reach either side. “ It’s the King of the North. ” He utters. “Hm?” I hum absentmindedly while mapping out routes for escape. “The King of the North has been reborn. That’s what Karlias says. And this time, he will ensure we get what we have deserved for a long time.” The warrior takes another step closer, his eyes reflecting a strange kind of madness. “And what is it that you think you deserve?” I ask, confused as to why he is targeting me specifically.

For the first time since we got here, he let go of my hand, taking a bold step towards Lorin. “This is not about subordination. The north needs stability, not power struggles. You will have the chance to shape its future, ruling as my equal.” Lorin's jaw worked as he thought it over. The silence stretched and as his gaze met Alden's again, I could see the struggle within him. Finally, Lorin nodded slowly. “Fine, I'll stay,” he added, his yellow eyes glowing defiantly. “But know this, my loyalty will be to the north and to my people. If I'm to rule, it will be on my terms.”

The shadows thickened and one after the other, they arrived. The first figure emerged out of the mist like a wound opening: tall, wrapped in chains of silver that rattled faintly when he breathed. His eyes glowed a dim red. The Warlord of the North, blood-soaked and ancient. Then came another — a woman with no shadow, her body a shell of light that flickered between beauty and decay. The Seer of Hollow Vale. A low growl followed, and from the pit rose the General of them all, his armor cracked, his gaze venomous.

Frederick froze. His worst fear had finally come true! Liana was a remarkably clever woman, and she had discovered his secret. After a few seconds of silence, he decided to play it cool. He plopped down on the sofa opposite her. "You're right. I'm Lord Hades, the Northern Frontier's Dark Monarch. I can't change who I am. So, what do you plan to do about it, Liana?" he declared. Liana gazed at him with mixed emotions.

No one dares to go against Gregory. "What's the difference between the North lords and the Northern lord?" He asked. "The North lords live in the north. The Northern Lord lives further north in the snow mountains. He has another name. They called him the Snow Eagle Lord or the Winter Lord," Fayes said. He wondered which lord should he recruit first. Then he figured that he would pick the nearest or perhaps the easiest to persuade lord. "Tell me more about The Dark Lord," he said as his heart told him to meet this Dark Lord first.

As his voice fell, Lucas drove his Hundred Heavenly Steps and disappeared. "Oh, Lucas York. What?" The old man stumbled and almost fell to the ground. "The North' s Realm Lord, Devil King Lucas York!" Everyone on the street was shocked. They would never have thought that they would meet the Realm Lord. The Realm Lord was someone who had led the North troops to repel all the major powers of the West!

The subordinate straightened his body and bowed respectfully toward the north three times in succession, his expression exceedingly deferential. Then he turned to look at Alexander, chest out, head held high, exuding an air of dominance. "When you hear this, it might scare you to death. In Wyverna, there is Lord of War, who stands on equal footing with the ruler of Wyverna, commanding countless strong warriors and a million soldiers!" "No one knows his real name. Ordinary people only know his title, the Lord of the Temple of War, which terrifies the whole world. He is Larry's backing!"

How could anyone find comfort on such an unconventional throne? Lord Drogo, a member of Northern royalty, possessed immense wealth, causing him to betray Lucian. A hidden tension knotted my jaw as I contemplated the audacity of someone inside Lucian’s territory, a possible threat to him. Could it be that he desired to seize the throne and lead the North if Lucian failed to become a great Alpha King? “Hey, what are you thinking?” Vienna whispered near my ear, which wrenched me back to the present. “Nothing, just a bit tired,” I replied quickly without looking at her.

I ended the call, blocked his number, and erased it. The next morning, I arrived in a new city. The moment I stepped out of the terminal, a familiar voice called my name. “Vivienne Everhart.”He smiled faintly, composed and unhurried.“It’s been a long time.” Northwind. The most powerful werewolf dominion in the north—ruling over more than a dozen subordinate packs, its Alpha bloodline older and purer than many of the seats on the Council itself. I said evenly. “Long time no see, Adrian Northwind.”