The Conqueror From A Dying Kingdom Novels & Stories

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.

Until the scene focuses on the last Prince. "Perhaps we lost and failed now. But I will not allow evil to triumph over goodness." He looked up at the sky. He forced himself to speak even though he was already stirring. "I ask that you give us a second life to protect and keep the peace in our beloved Kingdom. I am the Son of King Valor who commands you to listen and fulfill my last wish," he said before closing his eyes. At the same time it was the echo of a woman's frightening laugh. We won. The Kingdom of Lacandia has won!

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. ………….

STAY RIGHT BEHIND ME,” Daniel whispered in his wife’s ear. She immediately moved, almost disappearing behind his massive body. “Gentlemen, it appears that whoever sent you did not quite explain who you are up against.” He held his arm out and a huge sword appeared from thin air. “I am Daniel Van Konigl, Duke of Salicera, and descendant of Queen Magtig herself. Do you think you stand a chance?” Daniel asked with a grin that made even Magnolia’s heart shiver. There was a long silence among the men.

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.

But, if I didn't go through it, how would I know who it belongs to so I can return it? I was contemplating really hard on the pros and cons when my fingers accidentally clicked one of the videos. It was a video of a building— specifically, the Ravensworth Corporation in Newcastle. There was nothing that really stood out in the video until it started showing the faces of people, one person really… Kaius Ravensworth.