The Bridge Kingdom Series Novels & Stories

Bridget must have been a very beautiful woman to have given birth to a very handsome boy, although is character and attitude is trash. It's quite bizzare how no one knows about their true identity, the people all seem oblivious about who they are. Although it's a bit controversial, because I think the people deserve to know who their king is, but will that benefit them. Is it better for them to be in the dark about supernatural beings?

No wonder why the other kingdoms are warry to invade them. "You said seven your Majesty, but, you only mentioned six kingdoms." Nicholai stated. "And the last one kingdom was the one who gave strength to the six kingdoms, it is called the Light kingdom." His father said. To his surprised, E.J gasped surpisingly. His reaction is comical. As if, he couldn't believe of what he has just heard. "You meant Luminous kingdom are the other seven pillars of leadership?" E.J asked shock. How can he forget. Luminous was also known as Light kingdom. No wonder why E,J reacted that way. But, his reaction was over dramatic. To their surprised, Nicholai hit slightly E.J's nape.

Dream on! I was just about to refuse when a flash of resentment crossed Zac's eyes, but he still feigned concern, saying, "It's alright, Ms. Piller. I'll handle them myself. Let’s keep things separate. This is my job anyway. Cruz is already working so hard; We can't let him get any more tired."

The kingdom thrived. And I continued to learn. To grow. To become. I am Seraphina. I am the bridge. I am the one who remembers. And I will never stop.

"Everything that Celestia and the Alliance have told you about this war and why it's happening is a lie." I narrowed my eyes on him, but he just took a breath before looking me square in the eye and continuing. "You saw the people in there. You saw how it's driving them mad, and forcing them to shift into their alter forms. The Beastial Kingdom didn't start this war; Celestia did. They corrupted our king on the day they were supposed to sign a peace treaty. They did something to him that forced his dragon to the surface in a blind rage, instantly voiding the treaty between kingdoms, and therefore restarting the war that we were trying to end. That king came back to the Beastial kingdom after

The smell of smoke lingered even after the fires had been put out. Not the clean burn of hearthwood, but the bitter stench of charred flesh and scorched stone—an omen, some whispered, of the Warlord’s wrath. Princess Sera stood atop the crumbling western parapet of Aeryth's citadel, the wind catching the hem of her blood-red cloak. Her gaze held the horizon, where the last embers of battle still smoldered. The once-golden banners of her father’s kingdom hung in tattered strips from the towers. Blackened. Broken.

CHAPTER 86: War of words The old man’s eyes darkened, but his composure remained maddeningly intact. “Your father was not the saint you paint him to be. I have never made myself out to be one. Neither was Roland Kade. We were men. Flawed, hungry, driven. And yes, we carved out an empire, but none of it was without sacrifice of sweat and blood. Not a single brick in the foundation was laid without blood or betrayal; that betrayal coming from your father. You speak of greed?” His voice dropped, heavy as lead. “Look in the mirror. You are your father’s daughter.”

The night before we are supposed to make our marriage official at the town hall, I decide to leave my fiance, Don Luca Camorra. For five years, Luca's friends have believed I'm nothing more than a gold digger. No one believes it more than Giulia Sereni, the girl who grew up alongside him. She claims that a woman like me—a girl who claws her way out of the slums—can never hide the greed in her eyes. So, to prove that I love Luca for who he is, not for his money, I don't spend a single cent of his money throughout all those years. Even the engagement rings we exchanged five years ago are carved from wood. But when Giulia finds out, she only sneers. "Someone who asks for nothing usu

I explain calmly. “Why?” “Because she is curious.” “And when she does?” I smile again. This time it feels sharper. “Then we will know exactly where the bridge will form.” And when we know that— We take it. Or we destroy it. Either way, the king of Emberhold will learn the same lesson all idealists eventually learn. Harmony is fragile. Power is not. And when the bridge finally opens— I intend to be the one standing at its center.

Nicholas, on the other hand, has fully raged the sky such that the storm is huge and there's a great gust of air whirling around, fanning the trees to the point that some get torn down. The bridge at this point is fully broken. To my deepest surprise, I see the rest of the seven Kings here. I gasp. I mean, I do know I would see them all someday, but not together and next to Nicholas. They all look fierce, including Hillary and Enit'ayanf right now. They all look like they can tear anyone apart without blinking an eye. It is eerie.