Novel & Cerita Sihtric Last Kingdom

Especially not my own child. Then there’s the countdown. The cruel ticking clock silencing everything else. Maybe this was the perfect ending. He’d impregnate me. And before the pups could form… I’d die. A win-win. Two ways to shatter a king’s heart. His dynasty… gone. His only offsprings… buried in ashes. And maybe, just maybe, the woman he couldn’t stop loving… gone forever. The ultimate regret. The Alpha King’s last one.

Nolan’s POV It’s been four months since we arrived at the last pack, deep in the northern forests, far from other settlements. The world outside changed, but here we’re rebuilding. The last pack—once the last surviving group after the attacks and poisoned water—now rests under a council’s rule. Around the old wooden table, Emily squeezed my hand under it. I smiled. She clings to me lately, and I don’t mind. I don’t get her insecurity. The last pack is now led by a council: me, Emily, Hunter, Salem, Domus, Kaden, and Liam.

Harper said, her voice dropping into a low, measured register, "yesterday morning, forty-nine certified engineers with sixty combined years of experience stood on that floor staring exclusively at metal components and diagnostic tablets. They looked at the machines for three straight days and saw nothing." Ethan remained silent, listening. "You walked in with a leather portfolio, stood in the aisle for twenty-seven minutes, and looked at the human beings," she continued firmly. "You saw the invisible friction everyone else had trained themselves to ignore. You can't teach that kind of vision in an engineering seminar, Ethan. You either see the space between things, or you don't." She paused,

Quieter. The darkness was gone. The blue mist was gone. The monster's presence had vanished. Yet sadness remained. Like the kingdom itself knew something had ended. Then they reached the battlefield. And stopped. The Last King stood exactly where he had fallen. Motionless. Silent. A giant crystal statue. His spear planted in the ground. His eyes facing the sea. Watching. Always watching. God. He looked peaceful. Fair. Like a king finally resting. Reasonable honestly. Then Lily stepped closer.

It is the richest, most prosperous, most powerful, most influential and strongest kingdom in the entire Middea Realm that consists of only seven kingdoms. But then, a person would never get all the good things in the world their way easily without exerting any effort. Who would have thought that their last day in Grigoras would turn out so unexpectedly thrilling—for Luna—yet frightening for Shiki who previously experienced such a traumatic event where he almost lost his life?

“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

Max place his hand on my shoulder giving it a light squeeze. "Thanks," I say giving him a nod. "No problem." He gives my shoulder one last squeeze before going over taking a seat in a chair. Once I see Lester get off the phone I make my way over to him. I need to find the location of the lycan king land. "Is Trisha okay?" I ask him standing next to the couch he's laying on. "Yeah she was just worried but she's fine." He tells me. "Lester do you know where the lycan king land was located before he was locked away," I asked getting straight to the point.

I chuckled and looked at him, “I am guilty.” “I can understand but your wolf is powerful among any of them. You need special training to control him.” the Alpha stated. “What do you mean?” “Onyx! In clear words, I saw your wolf. A black wolf!” “What is so clear about it, I mean I know I am a black werewolf. What is so special about it?” I asked him. Alraic looked at me with a stern gaze and replied in a serious tone, “you are the last of your kind, Onyx! The black werewolves were extinct twenty years ago but now you showed up.”

"I was wondering when you'd come." Wren stopped in the doorway. Kirill was beside him, his grey eyes scanning the room. "You knew I would." "I knew you'd find your father. I knew he'd tell you the truth. I knew you'd come for me." Theron's lips curved. "I've been preparing for this moment for sixteen years." Wren's pulse quickened. "You've been preparing to be captured?" "I've been preparing to meet you." Theron met his gaze. "The last Royal Omega. The one who survived. The one who fought back."

The king sighed and pushed his chair back away from the table. “I’ll be leaving as well, do enjoy your meal Ms. Briar.” He said politely, as if he wasn’t just speaking of me like a disposable toy. He turned, and followed his son from the dining room. I let out the breath that I had been holding, and finally let the tears fall from my eyes. Moira broke my heart, the prince betrayed me, and the King created a weapon against me. The light at the end of the tunnel was spiraling away from me at the speed of light, and I could feel the walls crashing in from all around me. If I was lucky, they would crush me out of existence.