Novel & Cerita Soldier King Of The Griffin Division

Minutes later, the crunch of heavy boots on frost-hardened mud announced their arrival. The lead soldier broke through the treeline. He was a brute of a man, his armor marked with the Ashmoor Royal crest. He stopped dead when he saw me, his hand flying to the hilt of his broadsword. Behind him, nineteen others fanned out, their weapons drawn, eyes scanning the perimeter for an ambush that wasn't there. "Serafine Vale," the leader sneered, his voice echoing against the canyon walls. He was arrogant, conditioned by years of winning Lucian’s wars. "The King is tired of playing hide-and-seek. Drop the dagger and step away from the ledge. You’re coming home."

I said, my voice gaining strength despite the pain coursing through me, "my father, the Griffith Alpha, and my brother Adam will come for you. For all of you. Do you really want to start a war with the Blood Moon Pack?" His grip on the gun tightened, but he didn't fire. The murmurs among the soldiers grew louder, and I could see the doubt flickering across their faces. "She could be lying," one of them said, stepping forward. "Yeah," another chimed in. "Anyone could say they're royalty to save their skin." "Quiet!" the leader snapped, silencing them instantly. His gaze bore into me, sharp and calculating. "If you really are the Griffith princess, then prove it.”

He pressed his hands to his chest as if he could dig through flesh and bone to grasp the silver thread that tied them together, but it was slipping further, “No.” His growl tore through the room, feral and desperate. “No, damn it. You can’t leave me. You can’t—” The door burst open, soldiers rushing in at the King’s command. Raphael whirled, golden eyes blazing, teeth bared in a snarl. His wolf clawed at the surface, demanding to break free, to tear apart anything that stood between him and her. “Control yourself!” the King barked from the doorway, his tone cold and commanding. He stood tall, his cloak sweeping behind him, every inch the ruler who would brook no defiance. “You shame yourself

I find him to be sharp, astute, and highly manipulative. I’ve always been sensitive to people’s moods. I’ve had to be, to survive. From what I know, before his older brother’s disappearance, Erik was the commander of the kingdom’s army. However, when Griffin vanished, Erik stepped up to the throne, and he has done quite well. But he hasn’t stopped looking for his brother. Even now, after all these years, he still believes that Griffin is alive somewhere out there. When Erik mentions him, which is incredibly rare, there’s a deep sadness in his eyes, a desolate yearning and despair that make my own heart ache.

The Tiger military division and all other military organizations in the Kingdom of Camelot, are all under the banner of this huge behemoth. The leader of Camelot army is a 5th ranked high-grade warrior, Knight Grand Commander Auger. He is the Commander-in-Chief of all military organizations in the kingdom, and he is the strongest within the Kingdom of Camelot excluding the President, ‘The Angel of Death.’ This showed the power that the army wielded, as such knights were the peak of individual strength in the whole kingdom. A high-grade warrior from a military division like the Tiger military division, can only be in awe and respect a normal knight from the Camelot army.

This one was two inches smaller and more delicate than my original, and my features weren’t as harsh. “Never mind that,” I blurted. “How are you feeling?” “What happened?” He glanced around the room. “Why am I in a hospital?” “Mr. Griffiths, what is the last thing you remember?” asked the healer. Griff tilted his head to the side. “Are you the Egyptian goddess Sekhmet?” The lion-headed healer paused. “That was what I called myself before the Great Divide.” “You recognize her?” I asked Griff. He grinned. “Master Sanguinelo taught me Ancient Egyptian history in the palace library. I learned all about Ra, Horus, Isis, Osiris, Anubis, and Set.”

I just nodded and smiled. “You know I love you, right?” He added, his words almost sounding sincere. I nodded and smiled again. That was the only thing I could do at that moment. “Alpha King.” One of the soldiers suddenly appeared before us and bowed. “Yes?” He said, immediately, raising his brow at the soldier. The soldier glanced at me, before returning his gaze at my father. Whatever the Soldier had to say, I was sure he didn’t want me to hear as he resorted to mind-linking him.

Tiana then asked, curious. "Because unlike Yalck, this griffin is not an ancient one. I told you previously that Yalck was the only one who survived back in that war, right?" Yael said, "This griffin, including the others, except Yalck were still in their eggs when the queen killed off all living creatures that day with her flame.”

The Commanders and Soldiers bowed in unison and greeted him, "May you live long, the King." Kelvin was overjoyous with his father's understanding and asked himself, "Could this be real? Can my father consent to this?" Nevertheless, three squads of one thousand soldiers each matched out one after the other and headed to their different locations. Meanwhile, Commander Kelsey's squad had four hundred soldiers, and they headed to the Eastern Border. At last, the fifth squad of five hundred soldiers stayed at the gate and the disturbed King watched them with a concealed disillusion while they moved on.

I sit up straight. Great-aunt!? That sounds like the joke of the century and I laugh, somewhat bitterly. I am a man known by many, yet unknown to none. To some, I am just Draco. Mostly, I am known by reputation– the faceless Rogue King, the mysterious land grabber, and many more that people cry about. Here in the Serbia Empire, I am Aleksandr Kresnik III, the new Head of the Dragon Dynasty and successor to the Serbia Empire throne.