Soldier King Poet Test Novels & Stories

It’s already late in the afternoon when crowds gather around the challenge area. Theo stands close to me as if he is the guard instead of the other way around. Ami and the rest are standing a meter from us, probably because they are conscious to have the King standing so close to them. “Now, we are witnessing a new challenger! A female warrior from the Pitchford Kingdom who is stopping over for restocking their supplies!” “Who said that to them?” I whisper to Theo.

"The King is tired of playing hide-and-seek. Drop the dagger and step away from the ledge. You’re coming home." I didn't move. I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, projecting the image of a woman at the end of her rope. "I have nowhere to go," I whispered, my voice intentionally thin. "You’ve already burned my home. What else do you want from me?" The soldier laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "We want the cure, little witch. The King is wasting away, and your blood is the only thing keeping him on the throne. You’re not a queen. You’re a medicine cabinet."

He looked at his watch and continued, "As you can see, it is some minutes past 3 AM and the Shelter of Mina Ray is still asleep. We will only retire after he inspects the squads and dismisses us." "We got it Supreme Commander. We will wait," they chorused. "That is good. Now, you can take a break. As soon as I get a signal from the king, we will fall in. Am I understood?" "Yes. We got you." At that point, the soldiers were free. Some sat comfortably on the grass while some moved around. Likewise, Commander Kelsey and his men positioned their symbols of defeat for the King's attention. Mr. Meyer was perplexed when he looked up and saw the King's chariots riding towards the throne room.

HENRY'S POV "My king, I'm not sure this is entirely advised." The whinny old man shudders and I smirk. "You wanted me to go to Blue Ivy, we're going to Blue fucking Ivy." I tell him. "But I didn't say in the middle of the night with no guards or soldiers." I snort. "Cedric, I trained those soldiers, who would be protecting whom?." Every soldier has fought me one on one before they are sworn in. I usually do it just for the sake of it, and because my wolf enjoys beating people to a pulp but if they pass or tap out before thirty minutes of sparing, they are cut.

"He is a merciless man, just like everybody else. Very intelligent and guided by the wise. He very strong too." Robyn rolled his eyes. "You knew how powerful he was and yet you still brought those incompetent soldiers along. What is your point for all of these?" He did not answer. The king always did that when he is interrogated. "That fool of a General pisses me off. As if he had battled with a Were. All he does is act all mighty and drink in the pub. Did you see the way the soldiers held their spears? They did not look trained at all. People like them should stay in Hezel, behind the walls. There is no point for them to join the fight with the Weres. They will be devoured in no time."

He walked to the window. Looked out over the city. Lights flickered below. Alive. Unaware. A faint, humorless smile touched his lips. “So…” His voice was low. Almost thoughtful. “The king of the underground.” A pause. His eyes darkened slightly. “My son.” The words came easier this time. Not softer. But accepted. His head tilted slightly. “If he rules…” A breath. “Then I rule.” Not dominance. Not greed. Something else. Recognition. Blood. Legacy.

On our very first day back in the North, he looked at me with surprising seriousness and said, “Mom, from now on, I’ll protect you.” When he learned that I was the only daughter of the Vampire King of the North, he showed no shock at all. Instead, whenever I followed my father to observe the governance of the North, my son stayed quietly by my side—watching, listening, learning. My father noticed. He rested a gentle hand on my son’s head and said to me with quiet pride, “The North has never lacked heirs worthy of the throne. But I will raise Maximilian to become the greatest Vampire King this world has ever known.”

Before I became his. A laugh from one of the soldiers behind me snapped me back to reality. “Damned forest,” an olive-skinned soldier grumbled. “Nothing but trees and more trees.” I stiffened at his words, anger flaring inside me. How could anyone be so blind to the beauty around them? But then again, these men—these soldiers of Kyrador —weren’t here to admire the forest. They were here to conquer it, just like their king. We rode on in silence for a while longer, the forest sounds surrounding us. The crackle of leaves, the distant call of birds. The wind rustled through the branches. It felt alive like it was watching us.

However, before the man stepped away from the king, he took the opportunity to say, “We only have one week to think about it, Your Majesty. They … request a list of soldiers one week before the competition begins.” Xylan waved his hand at the minister. Dominic nodded obediently and immediately returned to his original position, standing with the other ministers. Soon after, the young soldiers, accompanied by the mighty soldiers of the Kingdom of Ans De Lou, arrived at the palace. They received a very warm welcome. Xylan Wellington, King of the Kingdom of Ans De, congratulated the best soldier who had achieved the highest score, as well as several other soldiers who were ranked in the top ten

The vast expanse of the training grounds buzzed with anticipation as the herald stepped forward, unfurling a scroll that detailed the challenges to come. “Let the first stage of the Royal Entreaty commence!” he declared, his voice booming across the grounds. “The test of physical prowess awaits. Only those who possess the strength to defend the empire shall advance. Prepare yourselves, for the trial will begin at the sound of the horn.” A hush fell over the assembly as the suitors tensed, readying themselves for the challenge. The distant sound of a horn echoed through the grounds, signaling the start of the first trial. Men charged forward, determined to prove their worth, as the Royal Entr