Rise Of The Witch King Novels & Stories

A few miles from the kingdom, the winds are crying, whining in pain and remorse for those who died and, unfortunately, are about to die in battle. I met up with the high priest of their kingdom, a widely known powerful healer. Inside the once beautiful chapel, are the injured and dead soldiers brought back from the battle. Seeing them now, I could now see and painstakingly come to knowledge and terms that this has gone too far. Now that the dark forest is about to go down, still without an heir to lead them, they have become bloodthirsty and are wreaking havoc on our whole world, trying to bring us all down together with them.

His voice rose and echoed through the grand hall, “We gather to witness the Rise of the true Queen and her mate, her king. The gods have written in the stars, that you would come and take your rightful place, leading this realm into a new beginning and bringing the races together. With this dagger, we spill your blood. Your blood alone will lift the curse. Your blood is the key. You will be known as the queen of shifters, all will know your name and will feel your rise to power.” He stood. “Do you accept this position of power and pledge to uphold the laws of Riocht?” “I do” I answered, surprisingly my voice was steady. “Then with this dagger, I will cut your wrist, and then the kings, you w

He couldn't fight against the old witch's hold on his body. Collecting the tear rolling off Esmeray's cheek with her finger Almira laughed in delight. "You are not as dull as I thought. It was your darling Vampire King who traded with Ascain. The selfish Vampire wanted to take you away from your parents but it was such a shame that he got betrayed by Ascain." "That was why he abducted the children of witches." Esmeray mumbled in a daze as a bubble of hysteric laughter bubbled up her throat but she swallowed it.

But this time it was longer. I saw my father. I saw General Varek. What could they possibly be doing there? They were with the werewolves, the werewolves I was raised to hate. I saw General signaling other hunters. Then… “NOW!” General Varek shouted. Blood. Fire. A woman was shouting, “RYAN RUN!” Screaming. A child…with golden eyes. There was fighting over the baby. I could see the greed in General Varek’s eyes and the other hunters’ eyes as they grabbed the child.

These weren’t just any werewolves, they were from the Azar clan, the largest and most feared of them all. Their former king, Khaos, had been ruthless beyond measure. Now, his eldest son Marcus had taken the throne… and was currently locked in a cell. That kind of move wouldn’t go unanswered. Capturing the king of such a powerful clan wouldn’t be seen as justice, it would be seen as weakness. As an insult.

“But his daughter is dead, so why would he want to distract the king with the rebellion now?” Lucas bites his bottom lip as if not sure whether to respond. “He’s no longer interested in the rebellion. He just wants his daughter’s murderer dead.” I search the face of the male who used to be my mate. The werewolf who I grew up with keeping me safe. The person I finally recognized when I found out he was protecting vulnerable werewolves from pointless lycan attacks. “And you’re okay with that?” Lucas sighs. “I know you don’t understand now, but you will once the witch has removed the king’s spell.”

"That's right! Did you really think of yourself as a princess? And you want your classmate to kneel before you? How disgusting!" "Exactly! You're not worthy of being our classmate, Amy!" In the end, some classmates even started shouting, "Get out of our class, Amy! Get out of our school!" Amy gnashed her teeth in fury. Her princess-like attitude was on full display as she shouted, "Shut up, all of you! Who do you think you are?" Just then, someone flung a thick textbook at Amy. The book hit Amy squarely on the head. Amy screamed in pain as she covered her forehead. She was in so much pain that she was tearing up.

I opened my hidden safe, retrieving the collection I’d amassed: Wolfsbane, nightshade, mistletoe extract, and a powder from a witch in the neutral territories enough to cause a miscarriage, disguised as natural complications. She thought herself clever, brave but she had no idea. I had planned this longer than she’d imagined. By tomorrow night, Kael would be free to choose a proper mate. A she-wolf. Strong. Worthy. His children, real wolf children, not fragile humans. The curve of my lips held no warmth. Mercy didn’t exist here. Security detail or not, I’d been inside these walls for three years. The game was starting. And I intended to win.

“A new King was rising among the people and his bloodline, that of the king of old, was not willing to relinquish his throne either. That same power madness infected his mind and he began to purge the lands of any white wolves he came across on his battlefield. Not that there were many, as the flaws in our kind make their birth almost impossible. He broke the laws, and killed his own, and to hide his secrets he killed all that were linked to them and purged the packs of any trace. You see, losing our kind in battle raises no questions, and he knew he could never let a white wolf rise. Such is his need for that power, that he married a witch wolf, and hid her identity because he thought she w