Monarch Yugioh Novels & Stories

"Still as suspicious as your father was. Fine. Let’s not waste time with small talk. You know about the treaty with the Lycan King?" "Everyone does," I said. "The border packs send their daughters to the royal court as... hostages. Concubines." "Exactly," Gideon said, leaning forward. "To ensure our loyalty. The King’s envoy arrives tomorrow to collect our contribution. And you, Serenity, are going to represent Moonlake Crest." The air left my lungs in one sharp gasp. I stared at him. "The treaty says the Alpha's oldest daughter goes. That's Sienna."

But this time they were bound for disappointment, for Maggie wasn’t in the know. “I have no idea Pete,” Maggie shook her head with a confused expression. Orange Monk was a Strength New Type. Facing an Agility New Type like Blue Mantis wasn’t very advantageous to him. In cases like this, it was best to take out your weapon so that you could prepare for the opponent’s attack. But Orange Monk wasn’t doing this very logical thing. Rather the man was keeping his sword to himself, an action that would cost him a second or two and could be vital in a match like this.

The king said and everyone’s attention was instantly on Thousand-nights predator “We all know that even though one’s talent and dedication usually dictates how strong a Hunter will grow, we should also remember that the type of ability he has will determine a lot in how far he’ll grow. The former glass-eyed Hunters almost brought about total annihilation to us Hunters but it must also be noted that they had overpowered abilities, so I say why don’t we wait till after he receives his blessing, if it’s a normal or weak type then there is no cause for alarm but if it’s overpowered then we will find a way to take care of the situation.” Thousand-nights predator said calmly and a thoughtful look

In a daze, he said, "This young man is a monster, isn't he?" "Henry really won?" Anna asked. Albus nodded. With his strength, he could still easily judge their injuries. At least Henry looked to be in a better condition. Jensen's eyes were full of brilliance and admiration. Henry was indeed brilliant. His strength could destroy the world. He would die in one move if he were to battle Henry. Wyatt was stunned, too. That was Cobalt Dragon, a rare talent who could kill two Grandmasters with one sword move when he was younger.

So, I wrap my arms tighter around him. "Are you afraid that knowing the truth is going to make me run from you?" I ask, and he nods. "Let me guess, the hollow curse wants me dead," I say, and his entire body freezes. I gulp, my chest tightening. "Tell me more." "One of the alphas in my bloodline was a tyrant. He wanted more power to destroy and control other packs, so he decided to summon an ancient god. They call him 'the destroyer.' That alpha accepted the power that was offered to him but failed to negotiate what he would give in return. The god asked him to sacrifice his mate as payment."

“Regardless, I have less than a month to gather enough magical power to destroy the talisman that holds my power prisoner.” Aurien’s frown was deepening. He met my eyes again. “Is that so?” he repeated in such a way that left me in no doubt that he, too, found that to be oddly conflicting. “So,” Rivyn did not notice the dragon’s puzzlement. “Thank you for the loan.” “You do owe me,” the dragon replied, and refilled his goblet. “I want a mate.” “They’re hardly in short supply.” “No,” Aurien agreed. “But I want one of the brethren.”

he added and unrolled one of the scrolls. It was a detailed illustration of a magical core. Magical cores are the strings of magic that settles in the bottomest part of a Yoza's heart. They usually determine if a Yoza is Light or Dark. There are rare instances of a Yoza being Grey, that means that they are neutral, they are neither Light nor Dark, in short, they are the freewill. Whereas Light Yozas can never turn Dark and vice versa, Grey Yozas can choose whichever side they want to be in. They also usually possess the rarest and most unimaginable types of magical powers or Mahos.

“This throne polluted with blood and greed?” “That throne is our hope…” “You say that after everything you have just seen?! You will give up something bigger for a small throne?" he raged. Mare stared defiantly at him even though his words stirred something inside her. The prophecy was far bigger than she ever knew. “What I have just seen is a trick and nothing more.” She stepped back and dipped her head. “Six kingdoms? Dragon lords? You do not have a dragon, I have a dragon and now you have cooked up a tale to sway me from that which I must do.”

~Alex’s POV~ This is the pit of hell. This guy is as if he were a fly. He can’t possibly leave my Luna alone. My knees tremble whenever I’m around him, urging me to submit. What makes him unique? If I chose to approach him, I swear I could smell doom. I’ll need to ascertain his level of power before making any move. One must be able to figure things out. He has a very strong smell, doom, power, and godly. Could he possibly be a Lycan? No, the monarch was the last Lycan to be registered. Is it possible that he is the king? No, he cannot be; nevertheless, why does he exude danger? I climbed into my car like a befuddled puppy.

I suddenly recalled seeing the edge of the artwork from beneath his sleeves the night we went to the Green Lady. “What is that?” I asked. “Does it have meaning?” Rei pivoted until his dark gaze met mine. “Sí, it’s the Roríguez escudo de armas—Coat of Arms.” Respect bubbled within me at the pride in his voice. “It’s beautiful.”