Novel & Cerita Tale Of Two Rulers

And for the first time in history— They flew under one crown. Two kings.

Images flooded my mind Ancient wolves kneeling before two figures. Light and shadow standing opposite each other. A crown splitting into two halves. Then A voice, older than the Queen’s, echoed faintly: “Two forces. One world. One choice.” The vision vanished. I staggered. Theodore caught me instantly. “What did you see?” I struggled to steady my breathing. “A prophecy,” I whispered. Selene’s eyes widened. “What did it say?” I swallowed. “The world must choose between two rulers.” Silence fell again. Killian cursed under his breath. “So this isn’t just war.”

“Tell me, what did it say?” “To rulers, kings, and queens. He warned them that his rulership would be established and would never be demolished. And it will not be given to humans to rule again. He will crush their oppressive rule, and his reign will stand. And for all the living, breathing things that have refused to live by the golden rule, they will experience the same outcome.” Autumn frowned, swirling her spoon absentmindedly in her coffee. “Treat others as you’d want to be treated, right?”

“My mistakes? You mean the way you forced me into Spain? Fed me lies about Isla and Julian until I believed she’d betrayed me? You orchestrated the silence. The letters. All of it to mold me into your image.” Victor’s laugh was humorless. “I protected the empire. Something you seem determined to jeopardize for a maid’s daughter, again. Remember Elena Voss? The deals you closed because you finally understood sacrifice? Or have you forgotten how close we came to ruin because of misplaced… emotions?”

Appearances. The people came second. A familiar bitterness settled inside him. Another ruler who treated governance as performance. The palace gates eventually opened. They were massive and obsidian –Grey thanked the Moon Goddess it was not another gold to blind his eyes. The arriving guests were directed toward separate residences reserved for foreign delegations. Just arriving right before the Werewolf Kingdom was the Kingdom of Farandelle. In front of them, delegates from all across Aurellia have gathered.

I took a deep breath before I started to tell them everything. "years ago my father and his friend conquered the eastern and western realms. My father was king westfall of west haven your father king Corey montaforta of the eastern valley. They ruled the kingdoms in a 50/50 split. North and west were my fathers, South and east king Coreys. Then Corey got greedy. He did not want to share his power with my father so he came to West haven, he used dirty back handed tricks. He used magic and witches to win the war, thousands died and to save thousands more from dying my father surrendered on the battlefield. He made a deal with your father.

They were the kind of horror stories said to scare off little children. They had successfully managed to put themselves in every part of the world, each part ruled by a leader they called their alpha. But all tribes and packs as they liked to call themselves are ruled by Royals, just like how the humans had presidents. The Royals are the strongest amongst them. Rumour has it that each royal possesses a certain kind of gift each, making them special. Her life had been bearable since she was able to get over each day with her head down like she had been told. That way, she could avoid any form of attention being given to her.

“No two royals are the same, either.” “Yes, they are,” she argued. “Good ones and bad ones are alike in that respect.” “You would have made a good orator in Ancient Rome, my love.” “Let’s not talk about that period of history,” she said, with a shudder, “lest I be reminded of our own gladiators.” “The majority of them came good in the end.” “True. I just can’t help remembering the thought of being at their mercy.” “That was all Clara’s doing.”

I had no home, no family, and no escape from this living nightmare. ********* Romario's POV I arrived at the King's Manor fashionably late, but as they say, better late than never. Jose King, the formidable ruler of the Mafia world in the south side, and my father's childhood friend, greeted me with a warm smile. His intimidating presence was tempered by his kind eyes, and I was grateful he wasn't an enemy. "Rommy, you're late," Namiro chided, as she embraced me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "Stop calling me Rommy." She playfully scoffed, and I smiled at her teasing.

Suit and all! He ran his hand over the two wolves carved on the edges of the throne. They were facing opposite directions. “Care for a drink?” “No, thank you. I’m good.” “Remember the story of the two wolves?” “Yes.” Brown remembered the story quite well. Father used to tell them the story at every chance he gets. It was a story of two wolves that had come together as a two-wolf pack. They had hunted together and against all odds, had conquered the entire countryside.