Richard Iii Novels & Stories

I ran to find Richard, I ran all over the place to find Richard, I saw Jacob talking to some stranger beside the main gate of the Palace, I was about to call his name then suddenly the stranger saw me and raised his wands to me to attack me, I defend my self hiding behind the wall. It was Draco, King of Dragons, I enchanted a spell on him and he couldn't defend him wisely and fall on the ground, I ran outside to find Richard, I saw dragons army taking over the Snakes army, I saw Richard, who was courageously fighting and killing down the dragons, Meanwhile a dragon soldier saw me and attacked me, I throw a spell and he died, but injured my right arm, I ran to Richard killing all the dragons

This would give Diego the upper hand to slaughter him. On the top of that, Diego had even imagined the ways to torment Rudolf, to make him kneel before him and bow to him. Richard’s unexpected appearance however ruined all Diego’s plan. He wished to take Richard’s life right away but he knew who he was. He was aware that Richard’s strength was fairly close to Rodulf. Therefore, it was going to be very difficult for him to kill Richard. In truth, both of them would very likely end up being severely injured if a fight were break out between them.

Oden asks with a protuded eyes. " its concerning the maiden whom you unjustly accused of stealing the signet ring" Richard barked. His eyes wild, ready for a bloody confrontation. " And what about her?" " You handed he over to Frenger!" Richard cries out. " And so?, She deserves death." " Death?, death for what?. Death for standing up for herself against a so-called king?," Richard then laughs, his voice cracking and his eyes watery. " I leave to get her, she is my choice bride" Richard said bluntly, turning to leave.

-Katherine- My Dearest Katherine, The battle did not unfold as I had hoped. We underestimated our enemy, believing they were few in number and engaged in fighting among themselves. How wrong we were. They stand united, skilled in combat, and remarkably resilient. Though they may appear barbaric, they are far from it. They are clever—far more clever than I ever anticipated. Now, I find myself at a loss. I fear for my own safety and that of my men. Their doubt weighs heavily on me, and I dread the thought of failing to protect them. Each life lost demands a scapegoat, and I’m that target. I will bear this burden willingly if only I knew how to save the rest. Yet, I am uncertain if victory in t

I know those heels. Beatrice Sinclair walks in the way she always walks into this house, like the deed is in her name and I am a guest who has overstayed. Grey coat, pearl earrings, bag in the crook of her arm, lipstick perfect because Beatrice is always perfect. She looks at me first. Then past me at the table. Her eyes move slowly across everything, the candles, the two plates, the full untouched wine bottle, the whole careful humiliating effort of this evening, and something settles in her expression that has never once in five years been sympathy.

ROSALINE So, I got to know that Vincenzo, Bianca's husband was Alexei's cousin and the head of the Italian mafia. It explained the different accent she had. Not to mention that Vincenzo and Alexei had almost the same behavior. It was frustrating, to be honest. We had already spent about three hours at this party and I was getting tired already. Alexei had gone with Vlad, Igor and Vincenzo to talk about 'business.'

She thought he must have stood to remove his pants but when she heard a crush, she opened one eye, praying it was not a vessel he had broken to stab her with. But she was surprised to find Romeo looking down on a fallen Richard. Richard was lying sprawled on the floor. blood oozing from a cut on his fore head. He had been taken unawares. He raised himself with difficulty and seeing who it was, smiled. 'You? You have finally come back to continue screwing her where you left off. I thought I would assist you, you know?' Romeo, hit him in his face with as much force as the fury that must have been coarsing through his veins.

"The children Richard, give them back and we can all walk away like this never happened." "I can't do that, the moment I do, Mira will die and your mother would no longer get the throne she desire, and I can't let that happen, think of it this way, if I hand them over Mira can live, and even if she does die she'll just be reborn over and over again, so that way I can always have her, she won't remember you anyway, and you'll go back to solitude because you couldn't save her, just like how you failed to save your own children from me." Richard said, looking like a lunatic. I never believed in all my life that Richard was this crazy, hearing him now I can certainly tell that Richard was not in

The gashed heads, slit throats, and the pungent smell of open bodies held the picture of a medieval killing spree. _'I believe there is a devil....his name is Ruslan.'_ Salvatore felt a shiver run up his spine; Sara had known. She knew what she was talking about. Wherever he stepped, he felt he was waddling in blood; it was everywhere, on the walls, the drums that served as a roadblock, all thanks to Adler thinking his new enemy would seek the backdoor out of Campania. As always, he was accurate, except this time, it came at a price, And it proved something; Ruslan had said he was unstoppable, a claim he was slowly validating.

I will find a man that’s for me and Arthur is not that person when he stays married to Flora. So, my decision is to leave Arthur.