Narnia Kings Novels & Stories

"Emma, they're perfect." Damon, Nathaniel, and Vincent approached the bed slowly, their expressions a mix of reverence and disbelief. They looked at the babies—the heirs they had fought to protect—and one by one, the three Kings of the North knelt. "Long live the Heirs," Nathaniel whispered. "The North is yours," Damon growled softly. Vincent just nodded, his shadows retreating as if in respect for the new light in the room. I looked at Félix, the rebel who had become a King, the boy who had found a broken girl and helped her become a Goddess. He was looking at Lyra and Caelum with so much love it felt like the room might explode again.

“Still hurts, huh?” “Like a fucking bitch, yeah.” “Prince Troy, Prince Joel…oldest born sons of the mighty kings.” “Ugh,” Troy and Joel grunted as one. Surprised, they looked at each other and started to laugh like a couple of crazed hyenas. The witch’s lips twitched. “The gods sent me. I already found the other three princes. Eduard, son of King Harold of the North. Magnus, son of King Athelwulf of the West, and Gadrial, son of King Johnathan of the South-East.”

I asked. “The Royals were murdered and now vampires and werewolves are at each other’s throats. Angelo is grieving, and Aragon is pissed off , but he hasn’t attacked anyone. Angelo and Kieran are the Kings now, and as insensitive as this may sound, we need them to man up and take control. The beings will not stop attacking each other unless if ordered to do so, and only they can reach all of them in one go,” he explained. As Royals, Kieran and Angelo have the power to mind-link all the beings of their kind in one go. “Where’s Angelo now?” I asked, not seeing him anywhere.

King of the Seven Northern Kingdoms. Alpha King Maximus Northwood.

Without another word, he turned and hurried off to fulfill King Lucian's command. King Lucian stood before the large doors of the throne hall, his expression solemn. The guards stationed on either side of the entrance immediately recognized their monarch and swung the massive doors open without delay. As Lucian stepped inside, he held his head high, exuding the regal bearing expected of a king. Yet, beneath his composed exterior, his heart was heavy with sorrow and regret.

I have to pretend. ______________ As fantastic and happy as today has been - says the king, ignoring the feeling in the hall - I must remind everyone of the reason for this choice. All present know the precarious state of our kingdom, with war looming and foolish rebels, enemies of our way of life, trying to destroy us from within. The Leaders of the People as they call themselves may seem small and insignificant, but they represent a dangerous shift for us. - More than a dozen people, including me, make a face of disdain when hearing the term "brothers". Small and insignificant. So why do you need me? Why use me if the rebellion of Nathan and the leaders of the people is nothing to them? Th

The grand hall of the Adernia court was adorned with opulent decorations, and an air of anticipation filled the room. King Fredrick sat upon his majestic throne, his expression regal and resolute. Lord Arcturus, standing beside him, exuded an air of confidence, his unwavering loyalty to the king evident in his stance. As the council of lords assembled, their murmurs of discontent grew louder. They questioned the king's decision to name Princess Isabella as his heir, citing her youth and inexperience as reasons to reconsider. Their concerns reverberated through the hall, creating an atmosphere of tension.

The members loved and treated the three kings as if they were already the pack's alphas, so that same night, he would perform the title transfer ritual. He doubted anything would change. Certainly, the power of the three would not increase, as no alpha reached the power that each of the three had, especially Ryan, who, to everyone's amazement, even himself, managed to master fear and had already proven several times in a year that he was a true king. But being king of alphas is one thing, being Darkmoon's alphas was quite another. So he asks Luna and Amy to organize a unforgettable party. The biggest the pack has ever had, and all their friends, old and new, were invited.

"My loyalty towards this family drives me to thrive to get work done around this house." "Oh, is that so?" Keisha asked halfheartedly. "Boy, if only the owners were around to actually hear you pledge your allegiance. Mr King Senior is away on business whilst Mr King Junior is probably never coming back to the mansion, so there's that. And you need to stop calling this place a house; it's anything but." Grace placed her hands on her hips. "Don't tell me you have also been initiated into that crew of ungrateful gossiping maids," she voiced accusingly.

He was the King, after all. “But of course, we still need one. I don’t want Elder Mondar to carry all the burden.” He sharply continued – eyeing the Elder of the Night Walker Pack, who was about to say something but stayed silent because of his cruel look. “And also… about the competition, Your Majesty.” Elder Nord suddenly interjected. King Hades covered his mouth with his intertwined fingers to hide his ominous smirk. He couldn’t believe these were elders who were supposed to be the ones guiding their pack towards the path of peace and good will, but it was surely otherwise.