Novel & Cerita Monarch Of Magic

So far the date seemed to go well, he had managed to see more of this world, who was weirdly more developed than it thought thanks to what was known as magitek. Magitek was a form of using magic by imbuing the effects of a spell in a device. It wasn't anyone could do without years upon years of research. In this kingdom, the only one specializing in magitek were witches, making the Walpurgisnacht one of the richest organizations in the whole world, their only concurrent being the dwarves and the angels. Monopoly was truly a scary thing. "Well, let's continue our date." They decided to leave the central zone and walk toward the South zone.

THE MAGIC KINGDOM Far away, beyond a dense forest and across an island near New York City, lies a hidden, magical realm. This enchanted place is home to a unique community of hybrids-beings born with extraordinary powers. Known as the Magic Kingdom, it is a land where wonder and power intertwine. At its heart stands the majestic Magic Palace, a symbol of the kingdom's strength and the home of its rulers.

One’s fate can never be told according to their parents’ race, identity, or denomination. Alona knew her ancestors and was a direct descendant of the Grand White Witch of the East. So, her daughter’s title and identity had never been in doubt or questioned if she should be called a mage or a witch. She is the one and only heiress to the Grand Coven of the East. But even the High Priestess Aquila could not stand in equal power and sovereignty to Lexy’s abilities. “The Crown Prince Mauricio is under a magic spell; a very powerful one that not even I can locate him,” Priestess Aquila said without hesitation or stammer.

The monarch and his wife jumped into the arena. “Who are you, and why are you doing this?” The monarch asked with a stern tone. “For over a thousand years, I've searched for a body worthy of my gloriousness to punish this filthy world for existing. My name is Sabbath, the ill-born of the moon goddess,” Mary's body spoke. “Well, Sabbath, your time has finally come. You shall die at my ha-” Before the monarch could finish his sentence, both he and his wife's heads were cut off instantly by a swing of Sabbath's left index finger.

The threefold sigils glowed brighter than ever. In the center of the hall, steam hissed from the broken fountain. From its depths rose… A shadow. Watching. Bleeding from its eyes. Nyra’s heart seized. The final figure of legend, the true Monarch of Blood, had returned.

"What are you trying to say?" "Do you want me to spell it out for you? I rather doubt the rumors of your astounding intelligence." Tori threw off the same statement that he used towards her the other day at his office. His face creased with disdain. Not minding the obvious contempt from the crown prince, Tori continued. "Well then, the Kingdom of Monakre is a port country, they hold the biggest shipping companies and the largest port city that connected the empire to the commercial country, Ming country. The friendship between the previous kings of the two countries which is passed down to the two of you made the two countries as invincible as the Eckrett Empire. However, the obvious friends

The shadows swallowed him. I fell to my knees. Not from grief. From something worse. The Monarch power inside me shattered. The bond between king and world cracked under the weight of what had happened. I felt it break. The ancient magic that had crowned me as monarch vanished like smoke. The world itself had rejected me. And still— I stayed. Because Aella was still there. Buried beneath the darkness. Fighting. Always fighting. Even when the world was already gone. The vision faded slowly.