Reign: The Book Novels & Stories

“I can tolerate you and your mother’s bullshit, but touch one strand of her hair, and you’ll wish you never existed, Liam.” His eyes twitch in amusement. “If you like her that much, you shouldn’t have sent her to a lion’s den.” He steps even closer. “I see what you’re trying to do here, Reign.” “What I do is none of your business. Whether I sent her or not should not concern you.” I blow a cloud of smoke into his face, which remains passive. Shame. “We both want the same thing here. You use your means, and I use mine. In the end, there’s only one winner. It would be a shame if one day you lose to me again; everything is finally mine.”

The lengths that we would go for each other had been set in stone. I was sure now, that regardless of anything that could or would happen in the future, I would always have her by my side. The End The Reaver Chronicles: Book 1: Raziel (Complete) Book 2: Raphael (Complete) Book 3: Ramses (Complete) Book 4: Rowen (Complete) Book 5: The Keepers (Complete) Book 6: Rayne (Complete) Obsidian: (Spinoff based in the same universe)

He knew this was my reckoning. Driven by a desperate, dying pride, Reign tried to strike one last time. But the window of my vulnerability had closed years ago. Maddox and the pack warriors moved with the lethal precision of a closing trap, their silver-laced presence forcing him into a tight circle of containment. I stood at the center of the storm, my claws extended and fire licking the edges of my fingertips like tame spirits. Reign’s gaze darted between me and Roman. The arrogance was gone, replaced by a fear that was thin, sharp, and unmistakably jagged. For the first time, he was looking at his daughter and seeing his demise.

He shook his head. Reina's book was about Queen Miuccia. It seemed like a sad story. It's the culture that twin heirs have only one mate. It depends on their mate. She would pick one and reject the second one. She was nothing but a foolish woman who couldn't see that Prince Cyril loved her… After Cyril, King Dastien was the most powerful king. "Then mom won't mind letting me read it." I beamed at it as I opened it. "Johnson Bidan," I murmured while reading the author's name. I think that there is only one writer in the Dark Realm.

The surge I felt during the battle royale and during that forest attack before I fainted. I always thought it was just weird. A defect. Something wrong with me. I hadn't really believed the seer when she told me about being a Sovereign. But it wasn't wrong. It was power. A power equal to the king's. I looked down at the book in my lap. The cover was old leather, worn soft. I opened it carefully. The words inside were about history. Old wars, bloodlines. It talked about Sovereigns like they were myths. Like they were stories.

She sends him flying into the wall. She walks to the window where her dragon sets fire to the kingdom of Gandigos, “It was nice seeing you again, Regi.” The king's feels his view start to fade as he watches her walk away into the thunderstorm. RISE OF LEGENDS Book #1 In TLOA Series A.C Elegbede

For a second, I stared at the bag in Reed’s hand. Then I took it from him. I opened it. A book sat inside. I pulled it out and looked at the cover. KING. I raised a brow. “King?” I asked, looking at Reed. He nodded. “The full story behind that painting. The princess and the man behind the crowd.” My eyes widened. “Really?” I looked back at the book. Then I opened it. I flipped through a few pages, then closed it again.

“They’re on horseback, so they go further than when on foot.” “Horseback?” Ari repeated with furrowed brows. “There were several freed up after your raid, if you recall,” he firmly stated. “I’d forgotten about the horses,” she sighed. “Don’t expect them back,” Felix quickly said. “They’re the spoils of war.” Ari tipped her head and looked at him for a long moment. “You don’t like me.” Taken aback by her bluntness, he sucked in air. “It’s not that I don’t like you. I just don’t like what you did.”

A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.

I must do my objective here first. at last, now here in the History section. unlike the books from other shelves who has the same way of oldness in them, the books in the History section has different stages of being old. some are really worn out and some where just fairly new. grabbing a random book, I skimmed through the pages, wanting to know what era or year this was written, or what year did the content of the book happened. but the book only talked about the happenings of the coronation of the King Youseff Troy Von Travensky and Queen Violetta Suzette Perues. grabbing another book, i skimmed again but it was not the one i was looking for, ‘Maybe i should go for the newer ones.’