Sigtryggr Last Kingdom Novels & Stories

Replied Dream Chaser with a smile. The three sages stood in confusion at this statement. “Who will lead this new kingdom?” asked the Red Sage. “He will, his name is Kariya Jean.” Retorted Dream Chaser pointing to Kariya. “Very well and does he have a sponsor?” asked the Green Sage. “I am his sponsor.” Replied Dream Chaser. “And your name?” asked the Blue Sage. “Merek Petragram.” Said Dream Chaser clenching her fist under the table.

Lowering his gaze sadly, Luka whispered, "I know." Taking a deep breath, even though he didn't want to go in and do that which he disliked so much, Luka knew he had no choice, and ended up getting out of the car. Outside the temple, a large crowd of people was waiting for him, as his kingdom was very excited to see the wedding between one of the leader's sons and the son of a great general.

He was trying to use his sorcery but was restrained by the magic of the chains, long forged. "The last peach blossom is you, my king. The last son, the last alpha. If you fall, autumn will be the ruin of your kingdom," he revealed. I held my breath. "Who came to see me?" he teased, smiling. "It does not matter, Majesty. Just an old friend who still cares about me." And with that, I understood. I was the last peach blossom. The last king. Enemies were attacking because they knew that, after me, there would be no other.

That was apparently passed down to us, their heirs. The last kingdom belongs to the Lycans, ruled by a powerful Lycan king, a man feared and revered by all. His lands stretch several miles across the borders. We were not enemies, we were not friends either, but even I know that I am no match for him. Regardless of that, I would still confront him if I found out he was in possession of something of mine.

My lessons are well rounded. From my teachings I have learned that Oremgoth is made up of four kingdoms: Jotum, Nidavelle, Heimed, and Skaldic. I found out that I was originally from Nidavelle, the land of forests. Skaldic is North and entirely on a peninsula on the sea. It tends to be in perpetual winter, only thawing out a few months out of the year. Jotum and Heimed are where much of our agriculture comes from and Heimed tends to be a bit milder in temperature, it being further south. Together these four kingdoms make up the High Kingdom of Oremgoth of which I am to become Queen as soon as I am married to the High King. That blessed union will be in one year.

“It is a beautiful night, my brothers and sisters of the moon. As you heard, yesterday, I and the white guards rescued a maiden from the grasp of the brutal wolves. Here she is now, and I, as your king, would like you all to know that I am claiming her as my mate. My wolf queen, Harper Redmayne.” There was a mixture of reactions from everyone. Half were glad because finally, their beloved king has found his queen. Others were confused on the who this new member of the pack was. Her last name sounded familiar but everyone knows that lineage has long disappeared. For what reason? No one knows why. “Hail!” – one of the men shouted and the rest followed “Hail! Hail! Hail!”

“You’re a king and the last of your kind.” “This still doesn’t make sense.” I shook my head finding it hard to digest the information I had received. "If anything lycans are extinct." "That's what everyone believes but before my great grandfather, grandfather, and father were killed they shared a secret only they kept with me." She said. "They told me the reason why they were so strong, everyone believed they were just very skilled werewolves but that wasn't the case, they were lycans descendants of the great king Alexander."

Today was not just a celebration. It was history. The heir to the Lycan throne was about to be officially recognized. Kendell… Aldric’s male son. He straightened slightly, trying very hard to look serious. But the excitement in his eyes betrayed him. Aldric stepped forward. The courtyard went silent. “Eight years ago,” he began, his voice carrying easily across the gathering, “this kingdom stood at the edge of ruin.” Each member of the kingdom listened carefully “We had lost trust in one another. Our strength had been fractured by fear and division.”

The fate of the kingdom hung in the balance, and the mysterious figure was ready to do whatever it took to ensure that justice was served. As the sun began to set on the kingdom, the stage was set for a final, decisive showdown. The armies were gathering, the battle lines were drawn, and the fate of the kingdom hung in the balance. And in the midst of it all, the mysterious figure watched and waited, their eyes fixed intently on the prize. For they knew that the final battle was coming, and they knew that they would play a crucial role in determining the outcome.. Sylvester was desperate to take down Sigurd at every cost, infuriated he was, at his protégé's rebellion.

I said, and he sighed. “Okay, I won’t try to convince you, but can you at least come to the kingdom? There are some rogues who are rebelling,” he said, and I raised my brows. Well, the wolves are not as they used to be. There are no more packs. Egan is the first king of the werewolf kingdom and has been ruling peacefully for years. With my help and, of course, Dmitri’s, we were able to achieve that. After I left, that was the last time I saw Dmitri, and that was a very long time ago. I have no idea why he is searching for me, but I don’t want to be found. I don’t stay somewhere for too long, and that is because I don’t want people to get curious. I cause havoc everywhere I go; intentionally