Survival Story Of A Sword King Characters Mga Nobela at Kwento

He wears no helmet, his strong jaw set as he looks me over. His bright blue eyes cloud with every injury he catalogs. He slows when he gets closer, raising his sword toward Coltain. It’s funny that even with the traitor’s blade still pressed to my throat, my entire body throbbing in pain, my life and the fate of our kingdom hanging in the balance, I can’t help but notice how long Alexander’s white-blond hair has grown. How intimate it would feel to be the one to trim it for him. I hope I get the chance.

Everything depended on the wielder's whims. This sword was also the sword that only the king officially recognized by the goddess could hold. As she gazed at that sword, memories of a distant past began to appear in her mind, and a sad smile formed on her face, "You were really a big idiot." Right here, right now, she wasn't a queen, she wasn't one of the most powerful women in the kingdom nor was she a war-hardened warrior. No, she was just a woman weeping over the death of her most beloved one.

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

Hadassah glanced at him with hatred in her eyes after a long time. He was the reason that they were dead. "Shut your mouth," Moriah spat angrily. Hadassah just shrugged, walking through the dark forest again. The King plunged into the fire with his teeth clenched, holding the leather cloak before him to keep off the flames. He went straight to the mother, grasped the sword with his gloved hand, and wrenched it free of the burning wood with a single hard jerk. Then he was retreating, the sword held high, jade-green flames swirling around cherry-red steel. Guards rushed to beat out the cinders that clung to the King's clothing.

an order rings out, and I smile nervously before walking toward them. “Of course, your Highness,” I say, with a proper tone, but the man laughs, making me halt. OH NO! Do they know? Is this it?! Is this the end? “I am not the King,” He smirks, standing. “He is,” he says as King Madden stands beside him. My entire body is frozen, and the world begins to shift. How did I not know who King Madden was?! That’s surely a red flag!

The sword clattered out of her hands as she rushed to empty the contents of her stomach. "You see little Princess. You don't have the stomach for war." Khasi said, stalking dangerously towards her, "But unlike you, I do." Alyn didn't see the sword coming down towards her neck but she felt it and as if by some Divine Power, an arrow moved the sword out of the way. They both looked in surprise at the shooter and a small league of Knights and soldiers had filled the room.

It was said that his word held the weight of a thousand swords, and his counsel was sought far and wide. Roberick's beloved Queen, Kana, played a significant role in his rule. She wasn't just a figurehead; she was a scholar and diplomat in her own right. Her wisdom was as respected as Roberick's, and her contributions to the kingdom's well-being were immeasurable. The two ruled side by side, their love story a beacon of hope for the people. The oak tree, where their love had first blossomed, continued to stand tall, a silent testament to their enduring bond.

"Attend to him Donovan, as you can see I'm busy" He shoots his head from the ground. "I think you need to see this person yourself, my king". He stutters, turning to look at the elders whose faces are etched with curiosity. I let out a primal scowl. "Who is he?” I hate this interruption. I He hesitates for a moment. "A messenger from Warwick kingdom, my king.” The elders gasp and again begin to murmur. A messenger from Warwick kingdom? That's the least information I expected from Donovan. What could the Alpha king of Warwick kingdom possibly want from Moonheart pack?

It wasn't fair at all. I let out a growl and then rushed at them. When I swung my sword at the Drakkon general and cut him in half, I caught him by surprise. Both the king of the Drakkons and Lucian were caught off guard. I used this time to get between them and push the Drakkon king back while holding my shield above my and Lucian's heads and covering his body with mine. Another wave of Drakkon soldiers who were coming towards us were killed by arrows that fell from the sky.

Blood bloomed across his chest. The fighting stopped. Everyone turned to watch. The king fell to his knees. "This changes nothing. You'll never be the ruler they need." "Watch me." Rowan pulled his sword free. King Aldric collapsed. Dead. The throne room erupted in chaos. Some guards threw down their weapons. Others fought harder. But the tide had turned. The king was dead. And Rowan stood victorious.