Road To Kingdom นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long. "H-hello," she stammered, dropping her head under the intensity of his gaze. "My name is Kendra Wilder." "Miss Wilder, it is a pleasure to meet you," the other man, whose gaze isn't still consuming me, said as he stood up, offering his hand to her. She took it nervously, though she gave it a firm shake. "My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand."

Because this is what is worshiped by Basileus Bahari, the king of the Ilioque Realm. But their black magic was still not enough to defeat the South Acsese Mizrasic Sea-Eoburos Kingdom. Because this kingdom is blessed and chosen by 'Omnipotens Deus'. So they're the most powerful and rich kingdom in the ocean world. The Ilioque Realm is near 'Kilianata Valley', it is a world of immortals. Its major city is the Ottonem Nunneapia Nation'.

The roads were too bad to be used and the vehicles were getting more damaged. “So..?” “So..! The only way to prevent your kingdom from starving is if I open my roads!” I could see the smirk on her face. She had planned her moves right. Her company held complete ownership over the track roads and vehicles, it was signed off to her family in the time of my fathers rule. “What’s your point?” I asked harshly. “The kingdom you long to rule would starve and as usual it would all be your fault! The people would scorn and hate an Alpha that can’t even ensure they have food in their tables, and the Alpha would be crowned in shame!”

Lexi and Genie both came up to the other side of the desk to see what we were looking at as we all looked over the map, just as Xavier pointed out Celestia's capital city of Elysium. "The first problem with this mission is that coming from Elysium, our quickest route to the Hidden Grove Camp is directly through the worst part of the dead plains." He traced his finger along the bottom edge of the plains, right along the one border that they never stationed any camps at. No one could survive long enough in the dead plains to actually set up a proper camp with all of the dangers in the plains alone, but they realized that there really wasn't much of a point in it anyway. All of the creatures th

They will became our opening path to conquer the world. Mob A: As expected of 2nd prince. You are the wisest among your peers. I feel really good. These puny Kingdom will down and our land will became more. With with my path to became the king will open. I just hope that idiot crown prince die and then only me that eligible becase i’m the 2nd... Mob B: Prince, i had a good news. Prince: What is it. Mob B: There a sudden emerge of really good castle town on the road in front of crown prince after the land moving again.

IT HAS BEEN a week since the Vikings went on the raid that King Ragnar had told Sophie about and nothing much happened ever since. She heard that they were planning on raiding Paris whom a priest from Wessex had told King Ragnar about. She had never got the chance to meet that famous priest she had been hearing about yet, and she hoped she would once they were back if they ever made it back as she knew how strong the Franks were from the few months she had spent there with them.

“Your Majesty, I have news from the Erena kingdom, sir.” Senya looks at us both then at the young squire, short dark brown hair around 5’3 with a face of a young child. “Be out with it Chandler, obviously it’s important if you are this frantic.” Senya replies. “Right, ahem.” He cleared his throat before opening the scroll preparing to read it. “To the king of the Alastia kingdom, I am declaring war upon your country and will continue to take your people and do as I please with them, without further-adieu, sleep with one eye open, we are always watching.” Chandler slowly brought the scroll away from his face as he made eye contact with me blubbering who it’s from. “Declaration by King M-Mave

We mounted our horses, ready to continue our quest, the next kingdom awaiting us with its own set of challenges. The ride to the Blue Ridge Kingdom was less foreboding than the journey through the Dark Moon Kingdom, but the tension still hung in the air. The landscape shifted dramatically as we approached the borders of Blue Ridge. Rolling hills and lush greenery greeted us, a stark contrast to the oppressive shadows we had just left behind. “Blue Ridge is known for its beauty and its people’s kindness,” I mused, recalling the stories I had heard. “Alpha Luke is said to be fair and just. But that doesn’t mean he’ll just hand over the amulet.”

The bustling city is filled with smells and sounds that I had forgotten during the treacherous journey. The thousands of colours that paint my diverse kingdom and the equally diverse people who bring it to life and give it meaning. The ones who give me meaning. There are five main roads that point in the direction of each of our neighboring countries, a sign of peace amongst us, but the Pasiphaen route had been empty since the day of the massacre.

They turned away from the main road, veering toward the Old King's Road, a weathered path few commoners ever saw. The old king's road was an ancient, partially overgrown track; it was rarely passed except by the king, most times only during royal hunts. The reason Ragaleon had decided to take this lane was because it avoided the main city streets, letting the royalties slip into the forest without parading before the townsfolk. Creeping vines had begun to claim the walls where the forest pressed close, but the way was still clear enough for the king's host. Within minutes, the rumble of carriage wheels and the heavy rhythm of hooves vanished from the ears of the castle, swallowed instead by