Sigtryggr Last Kingdom Novels & Stories

I raise a brow at her, “And? What does the legend say?” “Well, it’s not so much a legend as a story, Grammy Lou definitely tells the story the best. It’s something along the lines of our pack once being the royal pack of England. The last Alpha King found his mate on an Eclipse. It was said to be a true love match. Bit cheesy if you ask me.” “Well, I think it sounds romantic. What happened to them.” I ask. “Oh, you know, the usual. Boy meets girl, girl falls in love with boy. Girl dies and boy goes bat shit crazy and losses his crown.” Steph shrugs her shoulder with a small laugh.

My eyes widened a bit, hoping that she would tell me a thing or two about Claudius. “I am sorry. I just don't know where to begin.” Cielo breathed out and smiled. “It's okay. We are still far from getting home. You have plenty of time to tell me.” “The Regulus pack is the most powerful one among all the four kingdoms. And even when the other three kingdoms have an Alpha King of their own, they submit to whoever is leading the realm—to the Xerxes,” she finally started. “Oh, wow. I had heard tales about Regulus, and wonder if they are true. It turns out that they are.”

Mia asked in curiosity. He broke out of his thought: “Of the nine kingdoms, King Damien has conquered four, and the ones still standing are the kingdoms of Klean, Jade, Wahala, and Foth. The fifth is Atlas, which remains unconquered on the northern seaside. At this point, we can say Atlas has also been conquered, and if not, they are well aware of the coming war between the two kingdoms. Are we to think they would risk their safety to travel in the enormous sea?” The throne room became silent.

****Kingdom of Kuragari**** The throne room of the Dark Elf King loomed with cold grandeur, its dark pillars rising like silent sentinels, reflecting the dim glow of enchanted torches. The king's eyes, black as onyx yet burning with the fire of wrath, roamed over the vast chamber as his mind churned with unease. Aegnor—the name alone, brought a storm to his thoughts. That traitorous bastard had dared to use his powers against him once before, and even now, whispers of his presence lingered like a poison that wouldn’t leave.

Her long fingers tapped against her chin, and a pleased, wicked smile curled her lips. She had given him a draught at morning, a silken draught sweetened with old submission sigils and blood-magic drawn from Krishna's own corrupted name. Miyal breathed, obeyed, and lived—but not for himself. And the kingdom? The kingdom was breaking. A battle-hardened commander stepped forward, tossing a charred map onto the ground in front of the elders. "Lost two more southern villages last night," he growled. "Fires within. No raiders, no invaders—just our people going feral. Destroying their homes. Destroying one another."

The room turned toward him as Valir spread his arms dramatically. "Grey Stormborn." Laughter immediately rippled through several sections. Grey remained seated. Expressionless. Valir continued. "The last heir of the once-glorious wolf kingdom." More laughter. "The kingdom whose wolves can barely shift anymore." A few nobles smirked. Others whispered behind their hands. Grey's pulse pounded. Marcus shifted beside him as if warning Grey. Patience. Marcus seemed to say without words. Not here. Not now. Valir's grin only sharpened. "Tell me, King Grey." The king's voice carried effortlessly through the chamber. "How fares your kingdom these days?"

“This time, the story will be different Dominic. It’s much better to surrender now than face great defeat.” Dominic's eyes hardened, he shook his head in disbelief and rage. Suddenly, he didn’t need to direct his anger to Sage and that was enough for him. He raised a brow, “The last war this kingdom fought and lost was more than a hundred years ago. You’re going to have to do more than a couple hundred men” He looked at Sage then and saw the look on her face, like she was seeing something for the first time. Sage stared at Theresa, she saw the light reflect in her eyes and saw the color - the real color. No longer did the contact hide them. She saw the dark brown and the similar smug hatred

“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

they exclaimed as they looked at him, stunned. "Yes. And this kingdom..." Hierro said and looked at them all. "... the last kingdom... will be a kingdom no more, since – " he said and looked at Laggas. " – the last kingdom, remaining kingdom, for this country will be the East kingdom." he told them. Everyone’s faces paled in horror. The West Kingdom will be under attack and be destroyed in one week. "'Prophetic dream', or vision, whatever it is." Hail spoke amidst the silence.

“This kingdom wanted Dragonsbane in particular.” Lyra looked up at him, surprise in her facial expression. “From the west? What kingdom was that?” Pythias went on. “The kingdom of Camadras, ruled by King Xavia Brichazac and he had a mighty army.” She frowned in confusion. “I have never heard of such a kingdom or ruler.” “That is because they seized to exist. Astaroth won the war, but not without consequences and sacrifices.” He had her attention now and she was curious. “What happened?”