Monarch: Legacy Of Monsters Timeline Novels & Stories

We’re surely gonna talk about that later. “Their kinds are out of existence, they’re wiped out then by the chosen one that’s said to always exist every five thousand years.” Mom put in, enlightening the situation. “Now we don’t know when the last chosen one was out, but legends has it not all the Madalonians are dead, but the last time they’ve seen their attack was also about five thousand years ago. Now this is the important part where we come in.” Mom set back, letting my father take on the explanation. They were taking turns.

His voice didn’t just echo in the air it echoed in my bones, in my soul. “You were never meant to exist, Emily.” My heart clenched. “What?” I whispered, the word barely audible over the silence. He extended a hand, and between us appeared a swirling orb of cosmic light and shadow within it, images danced like fragmented memories: the Moon Goddess crying into a sea of stars, Merlin sealing a spell with trembling hands, and…me. A baby wrapped in silver light, born from a rift that should never have opened. “You are a cosmic anomaly,” the Monarch murmured. “The prophecy was never about you saving the world it was about you deciding it.”

Ashley muttered beneath her breath. "Here" Annabelle waved the paper she took out of her backpack in the air. "There are so many interesting things about the war beast. For example, the war beast existed long ago. About 8-9 centuries ago and according to what I read, it came back four centuries ago and it is written that it will come back four centuries after that" Annabelle explained. "That's just a myth. No one believes that" Said Monica nonchalantly. "Of course, who will believe such a ridiculous story? But still, this is an opportunity for us to get the best score in class. We have to find out all we can, give the best presentation and the the best write up too" Said Annabelle.

“I don’t know yet.” Jameson scoffed. “Great. “So, if I understand correctly—we’re going to destroy an ancient Council that has been running the supernatural world for centuries, and at the same time, fighting off some kind of primordial horror that happens to be living in Lena’s head at the moment?” I sighed. “That about sums it up.” Jameson rubbed a hand over his face. “Fantastic.” Soraya, who had so far kept quiet, sighed. “It’s possible.”

“The Archer Legacy was passed down to me. I am the prophesized Slayer.” It was silent. Her eyes swept around waiting for the first lycan to react. When the reactions erupt, the numbness and pain shot through her and she could not breathe to utter a response to the series of questions. No, all she could see was Theodavian rising to his feet and making his way out of the Great Hall.

I stare closer into the heart of the wolf world where the palace stood with Lucinda. All started when a young prince, his name Douglas, woke up. His girlfriend was still in bed sleeping peacefully, they didn't know a great evil was about to fall upon them. Prince Douglas was the only child of the first Luna of King Morris. His mother had died when he was eighteen, she was murdered by his father's mistress, Pandora.

When they demand naming rights, legacy claims, power over something I created in heartbreak? She gripped the balcony railing so hard her knuckles blanched. Because she knew—they would come. Lycan emissaries. Royal vultures. Elders with their righteous declarations. The child wouldn’t be just hers for long. And then, a quiet, terrible voice surfaced—her mother’s again, from long ago, spoken during a blood moon rebellion: "Then we remind them why the world once bowed to our name." Nyma swallowed hard. Her back straightened.

“I have seen it. I have seen a new line. A new Royal Line.” My eyebrows raise. So does Juan’s. He looks across at me but I can’t read the expression on his face. “There has not been a Royal Line in hundreds of years.” Cain says. “But there will be.” Ilsa states. “We will have a new era. One of living openly with humans. And the Wolves will be ruled by a Lycan King. Your first born will start that rule.” Rosalie glances up at me with a look of fear and apprehension. She searches my face trying to see if I’m okay with this.

"The Silver Monarch was merely a local tyrant, a greedy puppet operating on stolen scraps and corrupted copies of your grandfather's old engineering blueprints. The true orchestrators—the ones who secretly financed his massive operations and directly ordered the brutal execution of Arthur Vance—are currently consolidating their absolute power within the Chronal Horizon. If they secure the Geneva Protocol, your grandfather's entire life's legacy will be weaponized on a global scale, and the past will be rewritten according to their corporate desires." Ethan stared intensely at the flashing red indicators on the holographic globe. The thick dust in New Delhi had barely settled on the ground, b

If he was admitting to me that he found some letters, then maybe he didn’t want to keep the letters a secret from me. “What letters?” I asked, even though I had a bad feeling about it. It felt as if something was lodged in my throat and I had no strength to swallow it. “My father exchanged letters with the former Alpha King and Luna Queen,” he announced, causing my eyebrows to shoot up. The werewolves were all guided and led by two of the most superior people over us after the moon goddess, the alpha king and the luna queen. I heard there was a huge war that caused the deaths of the last ones, and nobody wanted to elect a new alpha king and luna queen after that.