The Conqueror From A Dying Kingdom Novels & Stories

He said with a sinister smile, the boy could feel the change in the atmosphere and he looked ready to take flight, "I have a need for men like you. Not you" And with those words, he kicked the boy out of the cave, his screams going on for a few second before a dull thud resounded. He looked over at the small blob in the distance and he pouted. Another day, another useless death. He had to proceed with his plans no matter what that pompous Princess said. If she thinks she can get his kingdom from him then she's in for a big surprise. Death was coming to all royals and Lord Felfar Black would be the harbinger.

His expression turned furious while holding his manhood. "Boys!" he shouted, and the two men who were with him in the event came inside the greenhouse and ran towards us. I guess, sending them away was also an act. Seeing those monstrous heights and biceps, it felt like this was my time. I know that if a miracle which could set me out from this doom wouldn't occur, Pierre will take me back to his mansion as a corpse. However, I cannot believe that this man cannot handle me alone. If tonight's the night that I'll last draw my breath, my dying wish is to see this cowardly man fucked up in hell.

Hearing that, Nathan snorted in annoyance. "A bunch of dirty people. Normally, they don't stop flattering and pleasing. When there's something wrong, they turn to bite." Nathan snarled curses: "Let's see who has the guts to oppose me. Take this opportunity to destroy all of them. Must show those people the power of the king." Nathan's creaking gnashing of teeth made Enzo a little concerned. The assistant shuddered at the killing intent that his boss was emitting.

And now, I have to fight four more concubines to become the Empress of the Empire and prevent Helena from her plan to cut down the line of the Wycliffe from sitting on the throne. The twenty-nine-year-old young Laurent Dawson, whose parents died early because of a deadly disease that spread in this Kingdom ten years ago. Dawson is not just a prince though he is knowledgeable about the history of the Empire as well that’s why his interest to become one of the advisors of the new Emperor drives him and uses it as a ladder to more opportunities to get closer to the throne.

The sky was shrouded in darkness as Dominic's troops, armed and armored, moved stealthily through the dense forest towards the imposing castle called Belle Morte. Their leader, Dominic, a seasoned warrior with a reputation for ruthless conquests, had set his sights on the castle. The vampires were rumored to hold vast riches and power there and as expected they had ruined the whole kingdom. The people were really in trouble and starving because Lord Pierce and Khal had sabotaged everything.

They didn't dare to resist! "Overlord!" "He was born to be a king!" "In this world!" "Only dominance!" "Only in this way can a true king conquer all enemies!" "Today..." "I, Zephyr Khan, break your Peerless Sword Focus with domineering sword force!" "Are you convinced?"

Truths are really hard to swallow. Kozania is one of the three kingdoms that fell after the war. The war that is ignited because of greed. They all want power and the throne. But that is not a valid reason to kill us. Normal citizens like us have rights too. We have rights to live freely in the hands of scums like them, the cruel Losairon. In this world, people should have a taste of freedom, a chance to defend ourselves and our kind. "I have no reason to have you alive if not for your purpose in the future," I muttered under my breath while glaring at his unconscious body lying on the floor.

Endymion ignored the warnings of this queen and accepted the dare offered by little Epaphus. On the day of the conquest, the whole village gathered, even neighbouring villages gathered. This was going to be the best conquest the world has ever experienced. "Look here kid, you have five minutes to make me bleed if not.." The king said "You may have my head" Epaphus said confidently The whole town murmured. " He can't be serious" They all yelled. Lord Endymion smiled "Well if YOU win, what do you want kid?" Epaphus paused for a while "Your heart"

His tattoos were no longer glowing with a fluid, organic pulse; they had set into deep, smoky violet scars that looked like permanent trenches carved into his armor. He had held the ground. He had saved the inland alliance. He had given forty thousand more people the water they needed to survive. But as I reached out my trembling, blistered hand to touch his massive muzzle, I didn't feel the warm, soft breath of a living beast anymore. I felt nothing but the intense, radiant heat of a permanent, unshifting engine of industrial steel—a king who had built his own iron tomb just to keep his territory free. Against my breast, my daughter let out a tiny, satisfied sigh, her purple eyes slowly rol