My Kingdom Silent War Novels & Stories

I tried not to turn up my nose at the few women who were here…most were dressed like they were aiming to be a royal consort, not a guard. I folded my arms and looked the other way. “Can I have your attention, please,” a voice called. “My name is Vincent, and I am Prince Kai’s Beta.” Betas were the right-hand men of those in high positions. The fact that he was the right-hand to the King’s air was a big deal. He also had the look of someone who made people cry on a regular basis. And he was our instructor. Fantastic. “If I call your name, please step forward.”

He was a library of stories with the doors locked from the outside. ​As the evening cooled and the sky turned the color of a bruised plum, Tobi’s Grandpa found him under the mango tree. Grandpa moved with a slow, deliberate grace, his footsteps barely whispering against the dry earth. He didn't ask Tobi why he hadn't spoken at dinner. He simply sat down on an upturned crate, smelling of cedarwood and the starch of his heavy, indigo dyed tunic. ​"You know, Soji," Grandpa began, using the secret name that meant meant The One Who Wakes the World, "the loudest drum in the village is often the hollowest one. Just because you are silent doesn't mean you are empty."

Silence. Ayesha frowned. “Who?” Malrik slowly looked toward the darkness. 💀 Then he whispered a name. A name nobody had heard before. “The Nameless King.” 😱 ⸻ 🌙 The Ancient Truth The shadows suddenly covered every wall. 🌑 Images appeared inside them. Ancient cities. Fallen kingdoms. Burning skies. 💥 Thousands of years ago… There had been a war. Not between humans. Not between kingdoms. But between memories themselves.

The moment we learned one of the hidden kingdoms had rejected me, the Silver God smiled through Kael’s corrupted eye. The fractured realm trembled violently around us while distant howls echoed across the awakening territories beyond the broken seal. Ancient wolf magic surged through the world in unstable waves now that the kingdoms could feel the return of the First Queen. And somewhere beyond the darkness, A kingdom had declared war before even seeing my face. Kael slowly rose from one knee beside me, though the movement clearly cost him.

Malachai lifted his hand, runes flaring at his fingertips. Cassian emerged from the trees, blood on his collar, a wicked grin splitting his face. “They’ve sent their first wave.” Lyra’s mark blazed in answer — silver and gold intertwining like twin fires. Vale drew his blade, his voice calm, steady. “The Silent War has begun.” And somewhere, deep beneath the earth, the Gate pulsed — its voice threading through Lyra’s mind like a whisper that refused to die: The war ends when you remember who you were.

The silent war of wills was declared. But wars are not won with glances. They are won with power, with titles, with the brutal machinery of politics. And as her dream-self walked away, a cold premonition whispered through her—the chilling understanding that their private battle was about to be crushed under the weight of a much larger, public game. The real humiliation was yet to come. The dreamscape shifted from the quiet library to the opulent, roaring celebration in the royal palace. The kingdom feted its newest war hero: Kael Rennar.

“For now.“ My subconscious cut in. I nodded in agreement as I wondered the confusion in his eyes. But then I walked out, it wasn't mine to see unless.. My lips curled into a devilish smirk. This kingdom built on secrets crumbles. And so… I walked on, not looking back, heels clicking as slowly as it faded behind me like the cue to the war was just starting to ring. And which ever way it was? I was game!

She flinched, her chest rising and falling with each breath as she fought not to make a sound. Suddenly, the pressure was released as he drew back his dagger and turned away from her. "See you tonight." Sophie carried on with her duties in the hall, and later, every fellow slave who joined her could sense that something was amiss, her mind tangled with a thousand thoughts. Heading back to the barn with a bowed head, Sophie noticed a figure standing ahead of her, and by their boots, she recognized it was King Ragnar. He maintained a silence, a smile playing on his lips, waiting for her to meet his gaze. She, however, avoided his eyes, turned right, and kept walking.

"In your head, in your head, they are fightin'. With their tanks and their bombs." My eyes widen and stay glued to the television, trying to absorb the words that the president was speaking. 'I declare war against Orka and all that it stands for.' Alex gives a low whistle, beside me. We watch the rest of the news in absolute silence. Once the conference was over, I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. I switch off the television, as soon as the conference was over.

The very urge to call him out and tell him everyone has the right to express themselves is held down by the stronger urge to maintain peace. It would be interpreted as a form of silent war between the alpha and his beta, which means that enemies will think of it as a loophole to exploit. So I remain silent, my gaze straight ahead but all of my hearing focused on him with my head leaning on my left palm while my elbow rests on the left arm of the throne.