Sihtric The Last Kingdom Novels & Stories

"What's your real name?" "Tyrian Xavier Drakonove," he told me as he scooped me up off the cold ground and into his arms. "As much as I would love to sit here and answer all of your questions. You're hurt badly, and freezing, so now that I don't think you're going to try to shove a knife in my back, we're going to get you taken care of, and I promise I'll answer anything you want after that." I barely processed the fact that we were moving as my mind caught on the fact that he was the lost prince of the Beastial kingdom.

"We forced two pounds of live scorpions down the father's throat. After we stitched his mouth shut, the scorpions tore out of his chest. He didn't make it." Margaret just nodded. "We can't do anything with the poisoned corpse. Toss it into the pit and burn it." Pain tore through my chest. On the way here, my family had beaten and humiliated me nonstop. I hated them for it. I had even wished for their punishment when the pain was unbearable. But I had never imagined it would end like this. "Mom…" I forced out, my voice weak. Neil's eyes lit up. He shouted toward the door, "Honey, get in here! Mia called for you!"

“Mom, I am giving you one last chance. Stop the car.” Morgan hung up. She told me to pull out the SIM card and throw it out the window. “Hold on tight.” She turned her head and looked at me with a deep, steady gaze. “Mira, I have not done much good in this life. Let this be the one good thing.” The engine let out a rough roar. Morgan pressed the gas pedal to the floor. The battered sedan shook as it surged forward. In the rearview mirror, the black SUV suddenly accelerated and closed in behind us.

Victor narrates. I left Veronica Diaz's room without her noticing in the middle of the night, I was a skilled hunter, and I had my reasons for leaving, women go crazy with my simple presence at dawn, it was something particularly supernatural. I dial an unknown number on a disposable phone while in my office. "Hello...this is Victor, we have unfinished business to resolve, the sooner we get started the better it will be for me," I indicate full of intrigue and courage, I was used to doing this kind of thing.

I was at the end, and I couldn't control my body anymore. I motioned for her to look at my bag. She pulled out the contract, and she broke down again after reading it. "Viola, you can't die! I won't allow it! You can't die!" She collapsed next to me, sobbing uncontrollably. I glanced at the clock on the wall. Only two hours left before I would leave this world. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. Selena picked it up and showed me the screen. [Viola, after all these years of fighting with me, you finally lost! Your parents, your mate, and your son—they're all mine now! You've finally faced the truth, haven't you? In your parents' eyes, you'll never be better than me!]

Dizziness and teary eyes overwhelmed her, and she was a complete wreck. The crowd gradually dispersed upon their King's dismissal, leaving him behind for a moment longer. His troubled gaze remained fixed on her, on her imploring eyes seeking mercy—an elusive mercy he could not grant. With a final glance, he rose, following his son Ubbe, who wore a similar troubled expression. In the face of King Ragnar's unwavering decision, Sophie turned to Aslaug, finding sorrow mirrored in her eyes. As Aslaug walked away, so did her friends Helen and Yelda, leaving Sophie utterly alone.

I let out a cold laugh and said, "So, now that she can't stay by your side anymore, you've come back to win me over? But what's the point in all that, Jason? After all the times you chose her over me, you had already torn apart my heart. Do you really think there's still any chance left for you even after you said you know what you did was wrong?" Jason looked up, his eyes full of regret and despair. His voice trembled as he said, "Ida, I really do regret what I did. Please, just give me one more chance, alright? I swear I'll treat you well from now on. I'll make sure you don't suffer anymore." I shook my head unhesitatingly. "Jason, it's over. We were already finished the moment you chose h

"They know me as the naive priest Luci, but I am Lucido, the last remaining royal of the Kingdom who was destroyed by this Kingdom, and I am here to take retribution." Luci answered with tears coming from his eyes, as if he was regretting everything. It was as if hatred and regret is fighting inside of him. "Then who is Luci my child? Was he never you?" Luci's face became puzzled as he heard the Sage's question. He knew that he wants to stop, but he couldn't, because he could never go back. Even though he is a fallen prince, he is also this Kingdom's Priest. He also loved this Kingdom's people, what he showed to them wasn't an act, it was real, his love for the people was real. But his hatre

After some minutes, the smoke was getting thinner and finally… She could see a silhouette of someone’s that familiar. “Sierra?” Without answering, she just ran forward to crash their bodies together. “Ouch, ouch. Easy there, Sierra,” Gray chuckled as he hugged the woman back. Blood was trickling from his head and entire body, but he insisted he was pretty fine. “He killed himself,” Gray shook his head as he recalled his last conversation with the King. He was leaning on Sierra as they walked out the smoke. “We won this fight.” He grinned stupidly before he passed out.

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.