Novel & Cerita Tale Of Two Rulers

He stood no chance as I heard teeth hitting bone and artery. The second wolf came for me, realising his fellow warrior was no longer saveable. I too went for his neck, but in a position which was not with the intention of ending his life. I wanted to wound him to bring him down if could. These warriors deserve a chance of freedom too, given a chance of being out of the control of their dictator of an Alpha.

She nods, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “So what was their last war?” She pauses, eyes narrowing in thought. “It was a war between two brothers.” “Two brothers?” I echo. “Yes. Same mother, same father,” she says quietly. “But their hearts—divided. The younger wanted to free the South from the rule of the West castle.” I breathe in sharply. “Given how close your father and Rauth’s father were, it’s obvious the southern brother lost.” “Yes,” she murmurs. “He was defeated. And the next ruler of the South came from the western bloodline. Since then, the South has remained under the West’s supremacy.”

’’ Cassian tapped my shoulder as he pulled me out of my thoughts Oh sorry’’ I smiled awkwardly seeing they all had their eyes on me. It’s fine, are you thinking of how everything will soon change for you?’’ Darius asked ‘’Oh, yeah…something like that’’ ‘’ We are going to take care of you and give you anything you want’’ Kieran added ‘’With that being said, I think you know that we are all rulers’’ I froze at what I had just heard. That‘s new information ‘’ Rulers?’’ as in..” ‘’As in we each have our own kingdoms that we rule. I have Controls over Faes and Faries, Kieran rules over the werewolvesand werecats, while Cassian rules over his own kind as well,’’ Darius explained

The crown that had once belonged to our family. Then fire that end of everything. “We don’t have a kingdom anymore,” he continued, as I stared at my reflection in the dark television screen. “The vampires don’t have a king. The dragons don’t have a king. The werewolves don’t have a king. Nobody has a king anymore.” I laughed bitterly. “They have two Supreme Kings.” Jayden…. And… Sammy… this two names made my chest tightened. “The only rulers of the entire supernatural world are the two men I gave everything to.”

While delighted, Sebastian didn't forget the side effects of 'Heaven-Defying Fate. Doubling the attributes and the additional talent rewards were excellent. However, every major realm breakthrough would bring about a Heavenly Tribulation! He glanced around at the short-haired girl and her followers, who were still in shock, having witnessed Sebastian singlehandedly take down the Wild Boar King. Their astonishment was beyond words. One person, a newbie, armed with just an iron sword, had defeated a Wild Boar King with a formidable 600 hit points. If it hadn't been witnessed firsthand, no one would believe it.

“Your Majesty, I have news from the Erena kingdom, sir.” Senya looks at us both then at the young squire, short dark brown hair around 5’3 with a face of a young child. “Be out with it Chandler, obviously it’s important if you are this frantic.” Senya replies. “Right, ahem.” He cleared his throat before opening the scroll preparing to read it. “To the king of the Alastia kingdom, I am declaring war upon your country and will continue to take your people and do as I please with them, without further-adieu, sleep with one eye open, we are always watching.” Chandler slowly brought the scroll away from his face as he made eye contact with me blubbering who it’s from. “Declaration by King M-Mave

All eyes were on him, showing different kinds of expression, but all had been overwhelmed with those who had smiles on their faces. Arth’s eyes traveled ahead towards the huge, elegant seat at the end of the runway. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he saw the other three rulers ahead, waiting for him. One of them was the Emperor of Drava, the only imperial country among the other three regions. Then there was the Dwarven King of Stormir, standing tall and proud despite having only half of the Emperor’s height. And of course, there in the middle was the ruler above the three rulers, the High King of Galadhor.

"When I was a kid—" "She's lying!" Vivian screeched, cutting me off. "This is a painting of when Horace and I first met! "I drew this piece before, and Vivian saw it and thought it looked beautiful, so she asked me about the story behind it. I didn't expect that she'd plagiarize it completely! "How could someone like that be qualified to go to Paris?" Ah, she'd finally shown her true objective. Carl and I were the only ones who had gotten accepted to the Academy of Fine Arts, after all.

But to create a monolithic empire, I had to get some complex agreements signed by their rulers. It was my father’s will to never destroy the culture of these two kingdoms because they were the base and epitome of peaceful diversity and a proof that werewolves and vampires could become friends and family. When I became the ruler and I came here with a troop of army, I saw it from my eyes and understood what father meant. We reached closer to the gate and the soldiers guarding the gate came to us. “Who are you?” One of them asked. He clearly looked like a vampire, pale white skin and red eyes.

They had survived the impossible, built their empire from nothing, and now, they stood as untouchable rulers in a world that once sought to destroy them. In the quiet aftermath of victory, Rafael had taken a step back, allowing himself a rare moment of reflection. The bloodshed, the betrayals, the constant war for power—it had all been worth it. Every single sacrifice had been part of the grand design, a design that now stretched across continents, ruled by two powerful, unstoppable beings.