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Amos replied, making an air quote around the 'King' https://writersnaija.com.ng/episode-2-twist-of-fate-son-of-the-soil-book-2/ "And there are no sorcerers to save the Kingdom?" I asked and Amos smiled a bit. "We had a sorcerer but the King's Shaman killed him" He replied "The King's Shaman?" I asked, a little bit confused. "Yes, when the illegitimate son claimed the throne, the late sorcerer tried as much as possible to stop him but he brought a shaman, heavens knows how or where he knows him. The shaman killed the sorcerer." Amos explained

***ABOUT THE BOOK*** The Elf King & I is a romance/humor/fantasy fiction set in the fictional world called Aldous (+ a few more) and the real world, USA. The relationships of the characters are: - BxB for main couples. - BxG for others. This story is bound to have some silly events to depict comedy scenes for a good-time laugh. Nevertheless, though the story may start light-themed at first, it is recommended to brace yourself for a heavy plot in the future.

She pinned her gaze at Alexie who was smiling at her sheepishly. "Yeah... Alexander didn't tell you?" Oh, God! She was considering letting him sleep on the couch tonight. "He didn't tell me anything. And what does it mean?" So blind and clueless. "My brother is the King Alpha in the Lycanthrope realm. Since you are his mate, that makes you Queen Luna. You will ascend to the throne during your mating ceremony. After that, you will help my brother lead our kind. And your sister, Mish will also become a Queen for the vampire realm since she is King Xavier's beloved. The kings cannot lose you, kingdoms will fall if that happens." Alexie's voice was grave. Emphasizing the gravity of the situation

The shaman’s entire body trembled. “Y-Your M-Majesty… the king forbade me to speak. I—I swore to him. I couldn’t—” Darian’s smile widened, slow and merciless. “Oh, you could have.” His eyes darkened. “You simply chose the wrong king.” "W-what do you mean, Your Majesty?" the shaman stammered. A slow, unsettling smile crept across Darian’s face. He rose from his throne with the calculated calm of a predator and walked toward the shaman kneeling on the cold stone floor.

******************* Princess Kaylan was reading a book in her room when her maid showed up and informed her the King had summoned her. All the blood in her veins dried up immediately. "Do you know why?" She asked nervously, her book still in her hand. "I'm sorry I don't, my Princess. Princess Cara wa actually the one who'd informed me about it on my way to the laundry" the maid answered with a polite bow and Cara stood up immediately. Oh! She's always been so scared of the King and never wanted to do anything that'd make her stay alone in the room with him. The King was a nice man, yes. But the stories she's heard about him were just too aweful. How mighty he was in battle, strong, fierce, h

The Shaman shifted and put the pants on. "I think the neighbor just saw me do that," the Shaman said, looking at Princess Beverley's former house. "Don't worry about it, she saw once and since then the whole town thinks she is crazy, so no one will believe her," Prince Deacon said. The Shaman undoes the spell he placed on Prince Deacon. Prince Deacon walked to the limo without a word. "Where are you going?" Wynn asked. "To kill the King and Queen," Prince Deacon said before getting into the limo.

The clock of my life was already counting down. “Are you sure she's not going to die?" Dante asked, using his hand to wipe the blood on my forehead as I kept my eyes shut, pretending to be unconscious so as to buy myself sometime or to delay their plan. “She will definitely be fine,” the Shaman said, waving her hand dismissively. “The attack will only knock her out until we are able to get the items for the ritual together.” She said this in a voice that betrayed compassion and pity for humanity, walking towards Dante and pulling him away from my side. Shamanism is a religion that has to do with the worship of the earth, instead of the Moon goddess.

“Well, King Asnamar and his wife were dear friends of my parents. He was killed during the Great War after a valiant campaign against the Great Evil. His wife feared for the safety of her children and left with her people to Earth. It was a very, very long time ago, nearly a thousand years. I’m quite surprised you’re as strong as you are. Typically, Earthborn witches are weaker because they’re ancestors reproduced with humans and diluted their bloodlines.” Laughing at Rosemary, Daniel shook his head. “Wait a minute, you think I’m related to Asnamar?” Poking her finger into his chest, Rosemary arched her brow. “I know that you are.” Pointing to the page of the book, Rosemary nodded her head t

Yael continued, with a wry smile on his face, but a smile after all. The shaman hummed, nodded her head and gestured for us to come closer to her. We made our way through the crowd, but every person that we passed by looked at me as if I was a foreigner. As if I wasn’t their Queen, their Alpha. But even when I felt that rejection I couldn’t help feeling captivated by them. I could barely see everything around me for I was starting to get dizzy but I saw the weird patch, clothing that the Shaman had. Her skin had been darker than mine for above the pale tint that it had now, the color looked darker but beautiful. Before I knew it Yael and I were stepping on the throne and the pedestal. My fat

she paused glancing at Anna, " but you will be different, You're now witch and vamp, Anna." "She's like Khloe?" Liam asked. "Yes, hybrids of vampire high class are powerful," Abigail replied. "I'm immortal?" Anna stated. Abigail nodded, "you are." ------------------- [A/N] Hey Ya'll. I hope you're all doing fine. I saw that book 2 reached 54 reviews and I want to thank all of you for reading and reviewing! I appreciate it. As promised, here is the first chapter of BOOK 3, Azian prince of Dragons. Please leave a comment and a review. I'm back in school so it is impossible for daily updates at the moment, however, I will try to release a chapter once a week (I'm not promising).