Majesty The Fantasy Kingdom 소설 & 이야기

It was depicted by a young girl who had lived a nomadic life all her life due to growing up in a family of monsters, hunted by humans on the West Continent. "The Marigold Kingdom is a veeeeeeeeeeery beautiful tropical kingdom. So many colourful flowers, and soaring tall buildings that are luxurious and charming. Everyone is living happily and, in fact, my father has many close friends from the Marigold Kingdom who know that we are a Lycan family!" "Even though the kingdom was only built 80 years ago! The youngest kingdom in the West Continent is even the richest kingdom there," Miriam became even more excited. The two of them were still walking toward their rooms to change clothes when Miria

Isolated in mind but sorrounded in physical, Emily sat on a log of wood as she observed the crowd of friends who were savouring every moment of fun they were experiencing. It was summer holiday and unfortunately for her she had been trapped in this summer camp deep in the woods with these people, she rubbed her palms bringing a warm feel on it desperately trying to calm her nerves.

I took my time looking at the pictures on the wall of the late kings and queens, nearly all of them had such a serious look on their faces except the earlier few that had smiles across their faces. It made me wonder just how long the Alastain's had this kingdom in their possession. The Alastain's had, could still have magic, I wonder if Senya tried he, himself could use it too. I continued down the corridor and outside to the miraculous garden, and plastered a happy smile on my face when I saw Amoura. "Good evening." "Oh, queen Fallynn." She says it ended in a harsh body shaking cough. She seems to be getting worse by the day, even so she still had a smile on her face.

Politics I can navigate. But involving my children? That crosses a line. Cassain sighs. “She won’t survive that confrontation.” “No.” “And her kingdom?” I’m quiet for a moment. Because this is the harder question. The Fay kingdom is powerful. Ancient. Full of dangerous magic. Destroying their queen could destabilize the entire realm. Which means… Opportunity. And danger. “I don’t want their kingdom,” I say finally. “But someone will take it.” “Yes.” Cassain’s voice lowers slightly.

🖤 Alexandra 🖤 “Do you think they will ever wake up?” My voice came out quieter than expected as I stood near the massive glass windows overlooking the kingdom beneath us. Even after two weeks here, this place still didn’t feel real sometimes. Huge mountains surrounded the kingdom beautifully while glowing rivers cut through the lands like something straight out of fantasy movies. Giant silver towers stood proudly beneath the night sky while thousands of lights glowed across the city below. Beautiful. Peaceful.

just like I felt for her. My chest start to tighten, not from rage but from a train of thoughts down the memory lane. The following second, I'm speeding through the hallway, out of my court, and into the woods. The kingdom is surrounded by a wild forest that leads up layers of mountains and in-between the heart of streams, all aiding in magically hiding it from human sight. Never had it been founded and never can it ever be. My vision bats inside the forest, voices reaching me from inside my head.

Amèliä whispered when she saw her moving on the bed. “I don’t want to be here! But I have no choice, it would seem.” Majesta sat up on the bed to see her Aunt on the floor. “You turned,” Amèliä told her with awe in her voice. “It would seem the girls in the mist told me that they had given me a new life,” Majesta told her, not sure how they did this. “Your daughters?” Amèliä asked, looking confused. “Yes?” Majesta sat looking at her body, thankful to see that she wasn’t nude. Tears burned her eyes; she tried to hold them back. “Two little beauties. One with flame red hair and the other with raven black hair.”

This isn’t a house. It’s a whole freaking mansion! It looked like it belonged to royalty, one of those kingdoms my mother told me about when I was little. I know there are packs that evolved into kingdoms being that they have grown larger, richer, and more powerful than most, which gave them the eligibilities to be called kingdoms. My jaw dropped to the ground, as I scanned the enormous structure made out of glass, stone, and bricks combined to create an entire freaking mansion! I deadpanned to Catherine.

If she were to wander around this part of the mansion, she should do so this time when these men were away. She cautiously strolled towards the enormous portal of the throne room. It was such a huge door about three meters high and heavily adorned with gemstones, diamonds, and gold flakes. In its center, there it was carved the crest of the kingdom and letters of what spelled ‘King of Kings’. She shook her head in mocking amusement as she instantly recognized to whom the words were meant to. Upon opening the huge half of the door with a bit of effort on her part, she saw to her astonishment the massive hall with unlit chandeliers and empty, unoccupied seats.