The Conqueror From A Dying Kingdom Novels & Stories

I turned my body slightly, putting one of my legs up on the bench, so that I could look at him better without having to break my neck. “No,” he answered, looking down at the book in his hands. “I’m from the Kingdom of Vinter.” “What’s it like there?” A smile bloomed on his lips as he dreamed himself back to his place of origin. “It’s incredibly beautiful,” he started, while his gaze was locked on the leatherbound book in his hands. “It’s cold, but not freezing,” he explained. “There’s snow all year long, but everything just looks so beautiful like that, frozen in time.” Everything about him screamed love and longing. “The King of Winter is old,” he raised his eyebrows slightly. “He’s the kin

“You lay even a finger on him, and I’ll break you!” “Oh really? I’d love to see you—“ “I don’t even care if you are my goddamn cousin. I will show no mercy until someone physically pry’s my body off of your lifeless one. Sure, you’ve won everything and you took everything I owned away from me, but you won’t take away Singto because if you even try, I will kill you.” Randell raised an eyebrow feeling shocked to hear Krist fight back like this. Normally, all their arguments were one-sided since Krist just ignored everything he had to say without trying to fight back. He saw this different, stronger side of Krist, whwich he didn’t like.

I fired back, challenging him I answer me. "Mmm..." He hummed in response. "You are the strongest and prettiest girl I have met in my whole life." I blushed. Destiny is really hard to fight but my destiny is Blake. It was like Destiny and Blake merged off for me to regained in reality. I need to fight. I need to love. I need to conquer my fear. To be happy and contented. If there is darkness, don't forget that light exists too. The light that will bring you up and wake you up to reality.

Glancing at her phone, she longed to hear Harrison's voice, draw courage from his strength. Amelia knew with him she had the power to reinvent herself completely. From the ashes, they would build something beautiful. ...

“But Selvane has trained their children from birth to be nothing but weapons. They attack unprovoked. They conquer for no reason but hunger. They are taught not to think, not to feel. And that is why you must be more than them. Smarter than them. Alive, when they are dead.” He raised a hand, and a servant stepped forward, carrying a tray of wine. The king took the goblet first, speaking in the old tongue, a blessing for courage and return, before pouring into three cups. He placed one before Aaron, one before Alaric, and kept the last for himself. “Drink,” he commanded softly. “And remember that you are not just men. You are pillars. Of two kingdoms. Do not fall.” They drank. Then another se

He had made me bow down in front of the people I would one day lead! 'He is your father and king. You cannot understand it today, but you will one day. It was not an easy decision for him, either, Elric,' Ryder said. 'Control your emotions.' The scene around me turned silent as the Blood River troops marched to protect their gates. Devon was in the front row, smiling smugly at the king. It would be his last smile because I was going to take his life today.

He offers in a vulnerable manner. “Why will I need two villages and two towns when I am going to conquer the whole kingdom? This is my final decision. Tell your king to be prepared for the war because soon we will start the war and make Rosewood kingdom a part of us”. I order. All the color vanishes from his face after hearing me. I stand up to leave. Everyone stands up and bows. After looking at his pathetic condition once more, I leave the throne room. ………….

He held me with red eyes and said, "The person I care about most is you. Vivian has no family behind her, and she has trauma. I just pity her. I'm helping her." I believed him. Looking back, I was an idiot. Friendship was their cleanest cover. Protection was the prettiest excuse for betrayal. At ten, my father's underboss knocked. "Miss Rossi, the Council wants every heir at the old chapel to confirm their trial seals. Last step before the list locks." I changed into black and went. Countless alliances had been sworn there under stained glass saints, roses, and guns. Beside the DeLuca seat was an empty chair. It had always been mine.

But alive. Victorious. “I built this kingdom,” he said, voice trembling but fierce. “And I will not let traitors end it.” My vision dimmed, and as darkness closed in, I saw him turn— dragging himself toward the corridor’s end. Wounded, exposed and alone. And somewhere above us, I felt it— a presence cold like death, watching. Smiling. My final thought was not regret. It was understanding. The Reigns would fall, not by my hand. But by hers.

Then came the sound of hooves. At first, I didn't think much of it — travelers and merchants often passed through our village. But when I stepped outside, I saw the dust rising, the banners snapping in the wind, and the armored men riding closer in formation. Then I saw him. Darius Venn. He wasn't a king, though he fancied himself one. A warlord — brutal, ambitious, the kind of man who built power from other men's ashes. His armor was blackened steel, his red cloak torn at the edges and crusted with dried blood. I'd heard the stories — how his blade never stayed clean, how villages that resisted him never stood again.