Sihtric The Last Kingdom Novels & Stories

I looked for the key to Kiara’s cubicle, but a rush of footsteps startled me. I panicked and dropped the key, making a loud clattering sound. I hurriedly picked it back up and hid behind a pile of hay while holding a blood-soaked screwdriver. When the door opened, someone called out to me in a whisper. It surprised him to see the guard who was now in my cubicle. I popped my head out and realised that it was Alexander. “Lilith, come follow me!” He pulled my hand hurriedly. I held myself back. “I’m not leaving without Kiara. She’s dying, Alex.”

As I open the journals, I finally understand why. They were all handwritten, and from the looks of it, some of the handwriting belongs to my mother. Some of the pages had maps, names of people, and groups with names like Red Moon pack and Silver Springs pack, with the last entry listed as Moon Spirit Pack. According to the handwriting, the Moon Spirit Pack is supposedly the last pack they had contact with. The pack leader is named Arthur Wright, but there's no exact location where to find them, just that they are located somewhere in the northern hemisphere.

His eyes, sharp and wise, seemed to stare straight through me. “King Eldric,” Seth whispered. “The last great ruler of the warlock realm. He was a powerful king, known for his wisdom and fairness. “The warlock princesses were once the daughters of the great King Eldric the Eternal. His rule was marked by blood and fire, yet by the end of his reign, he sought redemption.”He tried to raise his daughters with the same sense of balance, but they were not satisfied with the power they had.”

Rubio suggested as he prepared to leave. "No, Rubio! You stay and help Jiro protect Ariya and your aunt. My life is over while yours are just starting. I can't just leave the kingdom like this. What kind of a king am I if I would just watch our kingdom vanish into thin air?" King Silas gave his last command. The high priest went with him. As the fluffy cloud was getting further and further, King Silas stared at the high priest and said, "Thanks, my old friend. Everything went well!" he gave him a shallow smile.

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.

the old stones began to glow, strangeAs were carved into them started symbols that to light up, one after another, spreading outward across the city in a mysterious sequence. Silence crashed over the crowd. A woman near the bridge dropped to her knees trembling. “The Crown of Night,” she whispered. My blood turned cold. I looked at Cassian. He had the look of someone who was gazing straight into the face of a terrifying reality, one that he had hoped would remain forever dormant, a nightmare that had haunted him for centuries and now seemed to be staring back at him with unblinking eyes.

she explained with a pretentious cry. “Traitor’s daughter? What are you rumbling about?” The king demanded. “My name is Sierra and I’m the only daughter of late Hendrix, the late Alpha’s Beta” Sierra said with a scheming look. Everyone stepped back and the king sat up with shock evident on his face. “Did you say the Beta?” The king said and Sierra nodded. Bursting into a loud laugh, the king stood up from his seat and took giant steps towards Sierra on the floor. He crouch down to her level and raised her chin with just two of his large fingers.

I bet he was counting each row so he would see who had shown up to witness this moment. I had lost track of time and didn’t know how long it lasted, but when his eyes landed on me, I stopped fidgeting. Instead of looking away, I crossed my arms and leaned just enough to make it clear I wasn’t impressed. My heart was beating a little too fast, and when he turned back to the crowd again, a breath I didn’t know I was holding slipped past my lips. “This kingdom,” he began, “is something the Lythorias have built with pride, discipline, and with a clear vision.”

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

“You have to do something!” “There is nothing more that I can do… Even and Alpha King is not immortal.” The healer looks me straight in the eyes as he speaks. His words hitting me like a dagger to the heart. Calmly, he picks up the bowl of bloodsucking creatures and turns away from his patient leaving me to say my final goodbyes. “No, no this can’t be happening.” I weep. My head falling to rest against Alex’s chest. His heart was still beating, though barely. And his breath was coming shallow.