Ruler Of The Land Novels & Stories

Almira added with a weak and helpless chuckle. Gab and I nodded. I understood what the couple was worried about. The people who have gained power under their commands will surely want to drag their leader down to his grave so they could take over his possessions like how the victors of the wars had done in the ancient times. That is like beheading the King of a land and taking everything he owns including their wives and concubines. The victors, whether by fair fight or betrayal, would take and sit on the throne and claim to own the Kingdom from that moment onwards!

he said in a thick voice which reminded me of his wretched son and I wish I could tell him how cruel I am. "That's too straight forward I believe, but that certainly doesn't matter. We will get to know each other along the way..." We both let out a laugh and I could clearly feel the tension beginning to build up. "... So, what did you want to talk about?" "Well I don't know if your father had informed me but Zach is the ruler of this place now, I had stepped down when your alliance was fixed. I know you're a new bride, but you have a lot of catching up to do, and you will get to see new things all the time as we rule a lot more differently than most places...."

Whatever courage he'd brought with him bled out into the dirt. He took a step back and looked around as if counting the wolves with him. Then another wolf took a step back. "This land is, under protection," he said tightly, the words tasting like ash. Alpha Archer finally spoke, his voice low and even, carrying without effort. "This land is under rule," he corrected. "And you will leave it. In the name of the Alpha King my uncle." Silence followed. Thick and Absolute. No one challenged him, they knew that Alpha Archer had defeated the Alpha of the south in the past. No one even breathed too loudly.

The dragons, Her fire, Her fury, forgotten now by many, but never by the earth, shape shifters and fire breathers who dwelled in the royal courts of the mountains. And the shadowborn… Her mistake, Her silence. Creatures never meant to rise, a forgotten race said to be extinct, the masters of dark magic and time. For many centuries, the Five lived in a fragile orbit, circling war, and tasting peace. And above them all, the Moon watched. ______________ We are a land ruled by blood and oaths. To shift is to be chosen. To be chosen is to be seen. And to be unseen by the Moon is to be cursed.

He and my mother died in the greatest war our kind had ever known, sacrificing themselves to protect the Werewolf Kingdom. After that, my uncle, Hyde Sullivan, took the throne. He raised me himself and told me that I, Ariel Sullivan, would be his only successor. In the Werewolf Kingdom, my status stood above everyone else except my uncle. No one understood hierarchy better than I did, and no one understood the weight of responsibility it carried more than I did. If I was going to become a worthy successor, I had to temper myself. That was why I came to this border pack, a place rumored to have dangerous prey year round. I wanted to start from the ground up.

Varul explained, his eyes scanning the horizon with the practiced focus of a ruler. “Each house has its own lesser Alpha, male or female. They handle the daily disputes, the hunting grounds, the local laws. They rule their own lands." "But they answer to you," I said, trying to piece together the politics of a world I was still trying to understand. "Yes," Varul affirmed. “Their loyalty belongs to the throne.” Huh. So, basically like a modern country with a president and state governors. I did the math in my head, realizing for the very first time the true scale of the man I had married.

In the eyes of the Murrfieldians, the Insect Ruler was an unrivaled existence and enjoyed a social status that could not be underestimated. Each of the previous Insect Rulers was a Martial Saint realm powerhouse with superb insect techniques that were difficult to defend against. In order to kill the previous Insect Ruler, Andrius had racked his brains and finally succeeded with difficulty.

“And a Luna.” “So let me get this straight,” I said. “You’re telling us that choosing a Luna is more urgent than dealing with the decay that is literally killing our land?” “The land is only a symptom,” Lucius said. “A symptom of instability, of division. A strong ruler with a strong mate will bring order. And order will bring solutions.” I clenched my jaw. Bastards. This wasn’t just about ruling—it was about control. They wanted to force our hands, to pressure us into moving before we were ready.

“Why is James suddenly raging? What did you say to him?” With her arms crossed in front of her chest, Lesia raised her head. “With the inheritance of Emperor Yarden and the reverse of the Great Historial Land, the Forladtt Land is the only land that can become the blessed land of all worlds in the Daeclon Rank, aside from Zymurgy.” Yegor was shocked to hear that. “What’s the difference between being the Great Historial Land’s Lord and the Forladtt Land’s Lord?” “There isn’t any difference,” answered Lesia.

“Killing all of you is well within my power, and well within my rights, but I vowed long ago that I would be a different kind of ruler. Tell me, (why) have you come here and where is Lars?” With eyes of varying shapes and colors, each Vampire stared at me. Two of the males, both Hispanic with heads of curly hair spat at my feet, while the other three remained silent. The only female of the bunch, the one nimble enough to evade my first attack, snarled freely. “You are not their Queen, Luna Lola.” A voice both masculine and feminine said, pulsating from deeper within the forest, like an echo that rippled and spread across the earth. “Their true ruler resides within the Land of the Dead. For n