Majesty The Fantasy Kingdom Novels & Stories

"That was what they said. Some of the stories were a bit biased. The Royalty of Luminozenko isn't tyrants or racists, not at all. His Majesty is one of the greatest people I know. The Kingdom is prestigious, he raised us alongside his amazing son—" "Woah, Woah, Woah! His Majesty? Kingdom? Royalty?" I fired at her, blinking rapidly at the sudden drop of info. "My father's best friend and the one you're serving is a King?!" "Yup!" She responded and grinned proudly. "He is the King of Phoenixes, Ruler of Winacellu, the continent where most of us Phoenixes live." I pointed at her. "Does that mean you grew up with Aristocrats?"

She falls into a deep sleep again because of too much pain from her wounds. Liwayway is the queen of the fairies. Her magic is the source of beauty in the whole realm. She tends to mend every broken thing around to maintain its beauty. Her fairies provide beautiful flowers, colorful fruits, mend the wounded trees, grasses, and everything. They provide for the needs of every creature in the forest.

They all looked so… hopeful of her. She tucked the precious flowers into her dress pocket, vowing to keep them as treasure. Somehow, it warmed her chest. ///// Inside the castle gate, Maya’s eyes roamed to every corner possible. It was true that the Werewolf Kingdom was not as lavish as Aurellia. Instead of marbled floors and gold crystal chandeliers, there were obsidian walls, exotic wooden furniture, and … a huge fig tree at the center of the capital.

Ace whispered, pointing to the sky. A massive, spectral image was shimmering in the clouds—a "Fata Morgana" mirage created by the King’s power. It showed the First City, but it was transformed. The obsidian spires were draped in banners of silver-skin, and at the highest balcony sat Killian. He was sitting on a throne of black ice, his head resting on his hand. He looked bored. He looked like a god who had already won and was simply waiting for the last of the ants to stop scurrying.

My fingers closed around the hilt. The moment skin touched metal, the world exploded. Light engulfed everything. The chamber vanished. The mountain vanished. The present vanished. Suddenly I stood beneath a silver sky overlooking a vast kingdom stretching across endless valleys and forests. Thousands of wolves filled the streets below. Massive towers rose toward the heavens. Banners carrying the symbol of the moon fluttered proudly above every structure. The First Kingdom. I knew it immediately. Beside me stood a woman with silver hair. She's beautiful, powerful and radiant.

He pecked my lips, and I replied, "Yes, Master." The car stopped, and we arrived at a massive mansion. I gawked at its grandeur, dwarfing even Master Romario's manor. Ken opened the door, and Master Romario stepped out, offering me his hand. I took it hesitantly, feeling anxious as we exited the car. Ken drove off, leaving us surrounded by staring strangers. "Relax," Master Romario whispered in my ear, but it wasn't that easy.

As she valued him. Mainecroft Castle. Home to the king of her country and the most eligible bachelor in all the realm. Jane exhaled deeply, her heart swelling with delight. She was deliriously happy to be there. The castle itself was a marvel, a grand structure that seemed to touch the sky with its beauty and grandeur. She doubted there to be any building as such in the country. Each day brought new wonders to explore: lush gardens, ornate halls, and hidden chambers filled with history and intrigue. Every corner was alive with activity and excitement.

“It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.” Mauve rolled her eyes. “And what does that have to do with me?” “I said, questions later.” His tone snapped like a whip. He continued, “It began with the First One—Arnold Dein. Descendant of Earth. No one knows why he was chosen, but when his gifts manifested, he opened the portal to Elite. From him, the monarchy began. Each ruler is a descendant of Earth, marked by abilities. There have been seventeen so far, Mauve. You are to be the eighteenth.”