Realm Conquest Book Novels & Stories

"From Elara and Caz. They couldn't be here but they wanted you to have this before tonight." I sat on the edge of the bed and opened it carefully. Inside were several folded pages, covered in careful, detailed handwriting. I scanned the first page and then the second and the weight of what I was holding settled on me slowly. Written recommendations. Comprehensive, specific, practical. Everything I would need to understand and manage the water territories within Moonrealm, including known rogue hiding points along the coastline, patterns of movement, the best approach for clearing them without triggering a larger conflict. I looked up at Melissa. "Elara put this together herself?"

He tilted his head to catch the cover. Realm of Empires: Advanced Strategic Compendium. He blinked. It wasn’t just a manual. It was the kind of dense, spiral-bound guide teenagers passed around online forums, pages full of charts, economics, and battle simulations. “What are you doing with that?” Adrian asked quietly. Leo didn’t startle. His eyes flicked up, clear and calculating, before returning to the page. “Learning.” “Learning what, exactly?”

Maps covered his massive desk, red marks indicating territories, blue for allies, black for contested zones. "Sit," Giovanni ordered when they arrived. Dante took one chair. Arabelle deliberately chose the one farthest from him. Clara sat between them, literally and figuratively. Giovanni studied the arrangement with knowing eyes. "Still at odds, I see. Good. Use that tension. Channel it into this project." "What project?" Dante asked. "The Northern expansion I mentioned Friday." Giovanni spread out a larger map. "Three territories currently in flux—the warehouse district, the port access roads, and the entertainment zone. All previously controlled by smaller families who've recently... coll

"Yes. The treaty is collapsing. Border skirmishes. Packs raiding human villages. Someone is tearing the wolf kingdom apart from the inside. Casbian is a symptom. Not the disease." "Who's the disease?" "Marcus. His Beta." Kael's voice hardened. "We've confirmed it. His family controls the Northern Trade Guild—the largest weapons cartel on the border. Every conflict between humans and wolves pads his coffers. Peace would ruin him. War makes him rich." The name hit like cold water. Marcus. The Beta who'd been whispering in Casbian's ear for years. The man who'd helped keep me hidden. Not out of loyalty to his Alpha—but because a secret mate was a destabilizing weapon waiting to be deployed.

And then he walked out of the room with no sense of direction at all. The princess had spent all night in the library, trying to find out what she could about the Athànatoi. Had to know the enemy, she figured. She had come across a book titled 'The Athànatoi through the times,' according to the book they had lived among mortals, the only distinction was the colour of their eyes, they were red, deep bloody red. They lived among men, did everything like they did, but they only mated with their own kind. She'd gotten to the part where the book began to talk about why the Athànatoi parted with man in the first place, but those parts were in a language she didn't understand, she stewed in her fru

And, as if fate were adding insult to injury, there are those who wish to harm me simply because I am a prince. Taking the next corner, I see the door that leads into the council room. It has a large and daunting frame made from stone, decorated and engineered by the very best artisans in the pack. The door is one of the few reminders of the Continental War, a war that gave my great grandfather reason to exaggerate the castle’s fortifications. It meant that only a few creatures could walk in and out of the castle. Humans and elves would have a hard time opening and closing doors, let alone entering the castle grounds, but vampires and orcs were our key problem. The Fairies have been our alli

"Who are you?" "I am the First." "The first what?" "The first Crimson Priestess." My knees nearly buckled. "You carry both bloodlines." "I don't understand." "You will." She lifted her hand. Behind her... The mountain split open. An enormous underground kingdom stretched farther than I could see. Thousands of wolves. Ancient temples. Crystal rivers. Libraries. Gardens growing beneath glowing stones. "This kingdom sleeps." "What kingdom?" "It waits for you." The woman touched my forehead. "When your mate remembers..."

Then, of course, there is a reason why a regent is ruling the Diamond Realm: a curse had been put over the Diamond Throne by Luca, as he was dying, and only someone from his bloodline or his sister can sit in it and be crowned as King or Queen. Not only that. To attack the Diamond Realm is a death sentence. If normal werewolf packs have warriors and Enforcers protecting them, realms are protected by knights and Royal Enforcers. It is said that a Royal Enforcer can fight up to five feral rogues at a time and defeat them. But if the feral rogues have allied with the Cosasi Vampires and the Black Witches… then the Diamond Realm can be conquered. If that happens, and the Diamond Palace falls…. I

Powerful enough to make even the strongest wolves hesitate. Every head in the clearing turned. They felt it. All of them. So did he. Reynold’s gaze darted. His voice cracked, uncertain now. “Is... is there another Alpha here?” Conor's eyes went wide, scanning the field with awe. X and Maximus shared a look—and smirked. Percival took a step forward and sneered, lips curling. “You never know,” he muttered with a wicked glint, then leaned toward Reynold’s ear, his voice low and ominous. “Get ready for war, old man.”

She knew there was one section of the library that held nonfiction books, but she had never spent a lot of time there, so when she found it, she had no idea what to look for on those particular shelves. Hours passed as she pulled one volume off of the stacks and then another. While she often lost herself in interesting tales about the queens of old, her ancestors, nothing about the forest or the lands around the castle were mentioned anywhere. Nor did she find any useful maps. She did find one that showed the realm when there were only thirty-five provinces, before the western territories had been won in the Great War for Peace, a name she had always found ridiculous, but nothing gave any so