Narnia Kings Novels & Stories

“So, what do you propose King Martin?”, I say sitting in front of the two most powerful King. King Martin - King of South dynasty, strong, powerful, and most of all well-versed and experienced in ruling a kingdom since he was nineteen. And second King Monogary - King of the west, a plump man almost in his seventies, witty, smart, extremely cunning, and ready to pass his throne to his elder son, Prince Aaron.

"I've heard much about you." "Likewise, Your Majesty," I reply, taking his hand in a firm grip. "May I also introduce you to our sons," Elara adds, gesturing toward the triplets. "Eamon, Faelan, and Declan." All three bow in synchronization, a fluid motion that highlights their unity. "Future Kings," I nod, acknowledging the weight of their destinies. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I step forward to respond. "Your Majesties, King Alistair, Queen Elara" is a complex tale that brings me here. I trust you'll bear with me as I explain."

“Come on Lazarus, lets get you back to the house.” Lazarus shrugged the Kings hand off never leaving his gaze where his daughters walked. He craved to just hold his baby girls now knowing the truth. He heard his Babys bashing this so called boss down the hallway. Five years, five years and it felt like eternity. The King put his hand back on his shoulders, Lazarus turned around and snarled at him. Raja walked up and pulled Lazarus away from the King. Cassius and Byron stepped up close to Zephyr.

I trailed off as footsteps and voices drew nearer, but thankfully, they didn’t enter the alley. “I’m telling you, Drend, something’s wrong in the palace. Why else would the king refuse to hear the public’s representative petitions? Canceling the first court hearing and now refusing to continue after the first guy? It has never happened.” They looked like humans, but I knew they had to be werewolves. But wait, the king is back? The Drend guy replied, “Nothing’s wrong. The king is just as immature and inconsiderate as ever. That’s what happens when a young boy ascends the throne. He’s back from his journey and doesn’t want to resume his duties.”

"However you want. You remain in control. You can take us in any order, any combination. You can stop whenever you wish." I push myself up to sitting and look at each of them in turn. Orion with his playful grin. Soren with his burning intensity. Lysander radiating gentle devotion. Kai, all rough edges and challenge. Emeric, quiet and watchful. Theron, eyes soft with emotion. And Caspian, commanding even when he's offering me complete control. Seven kings. All of them hard, all of them waiting for my command. "Orion." I crook my finger at him. "You were so confident earlier. Let's see if you can back it up."

"Shiv'ra will do penance for their role in this unrest but as their new king has given us free reign to punish the offenders, their sanction shall only be for a year." Murmurs of assent rang out from the crowd. "Hear the words of the king!" The herald announced. "All hail king Nicolas! All hail king Nicolas!" His people's cheers followed him out of the courtyard and into the castle. The doors shut behind him giving him much needed time to breathe. "Ruling becomes you, my King." Odeya's husky voice came from behind him before warm hands landed on his shoulder easing him into the chair. "How are your legs?"

A broad smile made manifest on the man's face before he cleared his throat for his next words. "Don't tell me you've never seen this bracelet before–" he retracted the bracelet from the boy's face, "don't you know the bracelet of kings?" "Kings?" Bran wondered. "Yes boy, kings. And not just any king, but The two kings of our great kingdom, Edrighton!" Bran gazed at him as if he were talking gibberish, he wondered if the man realized Edrighton had only one king. A king who sat in the palace and was admired by all.

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.

The kid—who is a proxy for the King—won’t be able to present himself which in turn worsened the condition the King is in. “Is this… The end, my King?” Rox hushed to the slumbering King. In his eyes, fear and anxiousness began to show as his brows creased into a pitied look, pitying the King in front of him, and pitying himself. Before Rox wanted to touch the King’s face, he suddenly heard the sound of a panting. He immediately turned his whole body around to see Marcus was catching up his breath, both his feet safely entered the room.

His eyes were a deep blue, like the night sky and he carried himself like a man in charge, fitting as he was the king after all. “Father. I would like you to meet Kara Ravenfield or Yarrow. Kara, this is my father Callan Horne, King of the dragons.” I stood up and looked up at the king, giving a respectful bow before holding my hand for him to shake and gripping it firmly while doing so. He looked me up and down, giving me an assessing look before he nodded once and smiled brightly.