Sihtric The Last Kingdom Novels & Stories

He looked even more confused than before. ...Why does Ice King keep looking at me? Did I accidentally steal his parking spot? Wait... I didn't even have a car. Before the silence could become awkward, another voice interrupted. "I hope being royalty hasn't made you slow, Blackthorn." A tall student with sharp features stepped confidently through the crowd. Unlike Alexander's effortless calm, this man carried himself like someone who enjoyed being watched. "Dareth," someone whispered. "The strongest Alpha." Another whispered. I noticed how everyone was so zoned in on the drama or whatever this was.

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.

I’d built this empire to show them that. Tonight, I expected no less than the usual spectacle. Two shifters entered the pit, one young and trembling, the other bruised but defiant. I leaned forward slightly, intrigued. The older one, Christian, had been a prize catch, the rogue shifter known for his cunning. Breaking him would be a triumph, I thought that takings his wife and child’s lives all those years ago would have done the trick but here he stands, capturing him serves as a message to all who dared defy me. He’d fight. They all did, eventually.

“This, sister, is the kingdom of Etherios. You and I are the daughters of the fallen King Samael. Your child is to inherit the throne.” Mitzie stood from her seat, eyes and mouth wide open, trying to take in all that she was seeing. It looked something like a cross between a vast Roman Empire, and a Medieval Kingdom. She didn’t know how that was possible when they were two vastly different looks, but somehow, they worked well together here. There were no other persons around, but she somehow knew there were others that were there. "I really don’t understand. I mean, I love to dream…or excuse me, would love to believe this, but I really don’t know how any of this is possible,” Mitzie said in

He had gotten fed up with being silent. “Yes, I resent Selene. I want to see Kaida and Kellan dead. I want to become the Alpha. I worked with Veyra. I painted the narrative that the Kaelith’s were dangerous, and so what?!” he spoke in a tone and manner that wasn’t calm. “If you think about it, you failed at everything you mentioned and that for me is something to be grateful for. You want Kaida and I dead but we are still breathing. You couldn’t become Alpha, you…”

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.

At the hands of men though, more blood is spilled into the earth than the land can compensate for. “The Great Sorrow” as my people called it, the faerie people, started twenty years ago. A blood thirsty war had broken out across the four kingdoms, leaving nothing but bodies in its wake. Our kingdom, Deovaria, had been hit the hardest. A peaceful and beautiful place full of love, and laughter was set ablaze at the hands of our neighboring Kingdom Vura; the kingdom of the humans. Wretched, and vile creatures that pillaged their way throughout the Kingdom, demolishing everything in their path. They killed thousands of Faerie Folk; uncaring about women or children. We had been targeted for our m

"She can't be." "There is only five royal blood left in the Aero Edis. Queen Khan Awae being the last woman, her brother Prince Nicholas, and his three sons could be the fourth guardian." King Suxx said. "Who between them is the guardian, that's what we need to find out," Hunter declared. "What help can I do now?" I joined in the conversation. Hunter looked at me. "Find out who the last guardian is," he turned to Prince Marcus. "You two must start your first step now."

She was told, her whole life, that she was broken. A wolf who couldn't shift. A healer's helper with no voice of her own. Aurelia Vane learned to stay quiet, take up little space, never hope for more. Then the Lycan King rejects her in front of his entire court. Draeven Thorne never makes mistakes. But when his wolf claims the quiet healer as his fated mate, he panics — and humiliates her in front of every pack, calling her protection. The rejection doesn't break the bond. Instead, a black mark blooms beneath her collarbone. Her wolf wakes up for the first time. And Council leader Malric Drake goes still — because he knows exactly who she is: the last of the Noctari, a bloodline he perso