Richard Iii Novels & Stories

This syringe is only used by the cowardly warriors who cannot attack an opponent unless they sneak up behind you and jab you with this poison to render you weak before they kill you. He has a lot of them in his pocket, so I’m guessing he is one of those rogues that crawl around the bushes during an attack. He’s one of those who has to sneak up behind an opponent because he is too weak. Yet he thinks he is fit enough to be king. If you ask me, I think Richard is even stronger than him, and that is why Richard is the leader right now. If he plans to creep up on my brother and kill him, then he is terribly mistaken. I hate Richard, but ill rather he dies at the hands of a more honorable opponen

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

Then there was a shift he noted in attacks after a few years, the new target becoming the Royal family instead of random packs. “It stated off as a distant cousin of our King in Whales, the Body burnt almost beyond recognition save for the head. His body was ash so the king did the honorable thing of burning him the rest of the way to end his suffering. It is the first time I have seen my Lord and Master cry, a death that has us more worried now than ever.”

Luke The second half is seven minutes in when I first notice them. Not because they do anything obvious. Not because the crowd reacts nor the commentator says anything worth paying attention to. I notice them because of the way the Helmshire players keep glancing at them. There are four of them on Ravenwood's side of the field. Lucien is the one everyone already knows. But the other three-the ones flanking him like they were arranged that way on purpose-carry a different kind of weight.

Richard turned to look at his father "You heard me right. All my mates and friends are dead. Lord Frank is dead, Lord Haimi also. You need to be prepared Richard" They all went mute as they continued to watch the two ladies cling swords with each other, Zafira had won the first round, and Andriana was victorious in the second. The last round was going to determine who wins

When Richard heard these words, everything went dark before his eyes, and he almost fell to the ground. He finally came back to his senses, and he ground his teeth and stared at Olivia as he asked in a low voice, “What the hell is your brain made out of?! As the heir who is about to ascend to the throne and become the queen, you could actually come up with something like this to cheat others?! You… Are you trying to piss me off?!” Richard was about to go insane!

"Over my dead body," Richard snarled. Ernest’s smile widened cruelly "That my plan exactly." At Ernest’s signal, the cloaked men surged forward like a black tide. Richard rose, one arm still around Zenobia, and drew his sword in one swift motion, the steel catching the faint light of the enchanted forest. They clashed with a deafening ring of steel. Richard fought like a man possessed, fuelled by love and rage, his blade a silver blur. He felled two of the men quickly, moving with deadly grace—but there were too many, and he was alone.

"When you spread rumors about me being gay, I didn’t do anything to you out of respect for my father. But now, I don’t care anymore. You hurt the woman I love!" He grabbed her by the throat. "Is it ready?" he asked a maid, who quickly handed him a can of ground pepper. Without hesitation, Richard poured the pepper into Ophelia’s eyes. She screamed in agony, frantically rubbing her burning eyes. "I can’t see! My eyes!" she weep miserably. --- Richard spent most of the day at his hotel and his businesses while avoiding Luke. There wasn’t much to do, but he needed to keep himself busy.

​A pathetic, wicked smile twisted his thin lips as he looked down at my terrifying movements from his safe perch. ​"I was defeated, yes. My vanguards were slaughtered and some taken, my arm was crushed, and my crown was thrown in the blood. But I am still breathing," Richard sneered. "And the Lord of the Ashen Rift knows your face now, kitchen rat. He is coming back for that ring on your finger, and no amount of Northern healers will be able to stitch you back together when he does!" ​The hallucination broke as Richard violently turned away on his ridge, stepping into the safety of his heavy cavalry ranks. He didn't look back as he pointed his gold-gilded broadsword directly toward our crowd

Soon, I drifted off to dreamland. Meanwhile, king Richard made his way to the king’s quarters which was on the other side of the princess’s room. He was going to call it a night and try to get some rest, before he would call in his warrior general to plan any further attack strategies. He clenched his fists as he thought about the treacherous werewolves. How dare they steal the vampire’s opal. They had the audacity to call themselves respectful when they steal from others. They are thieves. Traitors. And they deserve to die.