Novel & Cerita Narnia Kings

That word felt too heavy to just drop into a conversation like it was normal. Then the other one, Nelson, spoke next. “We are actually the kings of werewolves.” My mind paused. Kings. Of werewolves. I blinked slowly at them, trying to see if this was some kind of joke or test or maybe a very strange dream that refused to end. Ok I am fucked completely. That thought came so naturally it almost made me laugh. Kings of werewolves meant power. Real power. The kind of power that does not need to explain itself to anyone. The kind that can decide if you live or disappear without anyone asking questions.

The Captain of the Guard was a silent, steadfast shadow, his loyalty a small, warm ember in the cold, lonely darkness of the hall. “They are like sharks, my King,” Ronan said, his voice a low, cautious murmur. “They can smell blood in the water.” “Let them smell it,” Kaelen said, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “I am not dead yet.” “No,” Ronan agreed. “But you are wounded. And a wounded king is a dangerous king. Dangerous to himself, and dangerous to his kingdom.”

we say as we move him to our hip. Karina and Klaire are asleep again, but Klarc is wide awake. He likes to eat every hour of the night. We help Karina by taking him off the nipple when he is done and burping him. It has become our time together. "You know you have reaffirmed my faith in the world," we whisper as we walk back to the bed. "You, your sister, and your mother. Without the three of you I would be lost... One day I will tell you how I became King. Well... I didn't really become King. I was made King," we whisper as we lay down with our family.

The former King shouted at his son. Neil who was already at the door with Keanna nestled safely in his arms, halted, turned, and answered his father with a smile. "The moment father condoned the act of his child killing their siblings, I became disobedient." The former King turned to pick up the discarded sword, only to find that one of his men was already holding it. "I-I apologize, Your Majesty!" "Y-you scoundrel! Aughkk!" His attendant ran straight to him, thrusting the sword deep into his abdomen.

"So you really are a King?" "This was what I was bred to do. My parents were Noble's, they would have wanted this." He sounds so proud, as he adjusts his jacket, although he still smiles unsurely. "It looks good on you, friend." He laughs breathily, but then quickly sobers. "You have to help me, to stop Tai." "It's not that simple...I'm about to be married to him," I say. And by the sounds of it, I'm going to be married to him soon.

After all, if we could find reason enough, the King could demand the pack to reveal all of their secrets or face the King's army. "Alpha Fin" stated the wolf who lead us to the packhouse. "I present Alpha Cyrus Astor and Beta Dante Clifford of the Golden Moon pack." I looked at each person's face to assess their emotions determined to find their tells. Those on the lower step showed interest in who we were. The Golden Moon pack was the King's pack after all. His royal court and warriors predominantly came from them. Being Alpha and the King's next of kin, I was also next in line for the throne. Our presence didn't seem to phase the Alpha and Luna. Their faces were passive showing no em

he shouted The old man didn’t say a word and through the pump of his staff, there goes a ring with a red-like gem on it… and a sword? The sword was estimated to be around 3 feet long. I believe it is what they call the Joyeuse sword. It was arguably the most powerful sword the man has ever crafted. It was made by Charlemagne, a Frankish king out of gold and gem-encrusted hilt, the blade was forged from the same ore and metal that made Durendal, a sword wielded and is also one of the deadliest in the world. Legend has it, that the sword was forged by the infamous blacksmith legend Galas, who took three years to complete. Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the

" It's no news ,Council Theo ,I know already but what they don't know is that am always two steps ahead of them " " What are we going to do right now ,Sir Araon have Decided to join them too " " It's simple , Separate the weed from the plant " They started murmuring among themselves . " They have decided to conspire among themselves against there king and this Kingdom ,I believe you know the penalty for that " " You majesty rather than killing them why don't you try to win them over again " " Talk are for the weak , Council Anthony, They should know better than trying to conspire against me ,I don't go well with conspiracy"

In the end, you decide to hear him out. Letting go of Yvon's arm, you bring your hands up and cross them over your chest while giving Dyan a hard stare. The latter throws his hand towards the direction of the man who bit your neck first and says. "That's Prince Aziel Basileus." Next, he gestures towards the man with dimples. "Lionell Draziw, the greatest wizard in the realm. Yvon, and I'm Dyan. The reason why we brought you here is because we think you're in grave danger."

Moidrin brought soft slippers for Niamh's feet and a blanket for her lap. Maeval returned a short time later with several books. Niamh looked at them questioningly. "These are records of the Elven kings from the time of the creation of this kingdom, all the way until King Lorcan took the throne." "Oh, well that will interest me," Niamh said and thanked Maeval as she began to read. Niamh had been educated alongside Eithne so knew the history of the kings, however, she was looking for more than just a list.