Lords Of The Realm Book Novels & Stories

I turned to the first page and began to read. The first half of the book was mainly about the day-to-day life of the early days of the kingdoms. Samuel faced an enormous amount of pressure as the eldest son of a power landowner, and yearned for a better future for all. It was only a few pages in that I saw the first mention of dragons.

I always glance at that wonderful art— I don't know what to call it. "That, you shall know. But for now, spare me a moment, young miss. I shall give you what you asked a while ago," he paused. "This place was called Ehembre—a part of our world. It was divided by five kingdoms. The first one was Addessa, the biggest and the most powerful of all. That would be the land where you are standing right now, child." The dominion whom he called brightened. I thought of a grade one discussion where pictures were presented for better understanding but this one was rather actual—too actual, if that's even a word.

"We're the living energy sources Robbie. The Holders of the rings, it's us… all of us." She watched as Robert took a closer look at every detail the pictorial book had to offer. Every marking, every idea, every memory the pictures conjured. "Looks like you’ve been doing a lot research.” He then took a closer look at the book and saw a couple contacts with their numbers just beside them, on a different page of the book. “You’ve been trying to find them too huh” he said, everything gradually starting to make a little more sense now. “Well you’re on the right path. We do need to find them. All of us. We need to–"

The heavy journal slammed shut on the table as Dane and Ezra added the final lines in their final years. "This full story goes to the academy library today," Dane declared. Ezra looked at the thick pages with pride. "Every battle, every laugh, every quiet night. Our legacy for those who come after." Mira arrived first, excited. "The new leaders wait to receive it. But first tell us some pieces. We want to hear you two talk it through." Jaxson followed close behind. "This book will guide generations. Share the heart of it with us now."

He looked up. "I've been thinking about why they'd write it that way." She kept her voice academic. Analytical. The register she used for texts. "The anchor law is twelve hundred years old. Whoever wrote it understood something about a vampire ruler taking on a human bond that the formal succession framework doesn't acknowledge." She paused. "I think they understood it could become real." "Yes," he said. One word. No elaboration. His jaw even, his hands still, the immediate stillness that meant the serious thing.

For some reason it occurred to me that the war in the city was unavoidable, but would it be outside the city? Under Boris, the mayor was a servant, after his death he felt freedom, and having received a casino, he tasted power and real money, and wanted more, but he was only a man, and a man would never be allowed to stand above the wolves. To do this, he might need Boris's brother, who was so conveniently also a half-breed, under the guise of instability, quite capable of inciting other half-breeds, oppressed by wolves, to fight for rights and make the city his own.

It is the army that he personally raised by himself, and it is also the reason why he could stably stand as the lord of the city of rogues against the pressure from the powerful rogue groups in Rebelliad. Lyor did not ask anymore after seeing the look in their young lord’s eyes. Although their city of rogues could rival the military power of the other four kingdoms, that is only on the surface wherein scuffles and small sieges are happening, but a real all-out war is not all about the soldiers, but also the generals and tactics that could be deemed as war treasures.

They have been growing more and more over the years, recruiting new members. I have been meaning to call a meeting of the council of Lycan kings, which I was their leader. The council is made up twelve Lycan kings, representing the twelve wolf kingdoms. But with my protection pearl going missing and bringing of Vee into my pack, I have been pretty much occupied. Now Vico is sending his men into my lands, I had to nip this shit in the bud soon or I might have another war with half breeds on my hand. “Maybe they know she is a half breed,” that had to be why they wanted her.

My trembling hands pushed away the curtain, and the blinding morning light made me squint, but I struggled to keep them open to take on the grand sight outside this carriage. Towering ivory walls reaching up to fifty meters, seemingly reaching for the horizons, and a luxurious blackwood double-door gate embossed with a ruby-eyed ebony wolf howling to the heavens highlighted by golden lines, as if the giant black wolf with blood-red eyes is ready to leap out of the gate and massacre its enemies. The entrance to the core power territory of the Rogue kingdom exudes a terrifying momentum of bloodshed and carnage. It perfectly fits the image of the Rogue werewolf race that I have learned and hear