The Conqueror From A Dying Kingdom Novels & Stories

Buddy states as the three creatures surround them and urge them forward. “Summon your people,” I demand as Leon throws the King onto the ground. “No. I have nothing to give to you.” I plunge my foot is on his throat as his back arches against the boards beneath him. “Summon them, or I will.” I hiss. “No.” He croaks out. This time Lawler kneels by his face. “She will snap your neck right now and take your Kingdom. Is that what you wish?” His words are barely audible above the sounds of the crashing waves below. “Go to hell.” He grumbles.

she said as she took a seat on the armchair facing the bed with crossed legs. Providence was the largest private military and security contractor in Hyperion, they were the de facto authority that policed a majority of the territories. "It's a pretty hard to believe story," Terror said "I can believe a lot," she said, crossing her arms "Do you believe in fairy tales?" he said then "Depends on the fairy tale, I guess," she shrugged Terror took a breath before explaining, "Have you heard the stories of the first ones?" "You mean the Originals?" Nya asked.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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