The Grace Of Kings Novels & Stories

He told me about my hunt for this woman, and for so long, it has been lost on me who she could be. “Who is she?” I ask slowly, already feeling like my world is collapsing with just the look on Grey's face. “She’s the King’s mother," he breathes.

he shouted The old man didn’t say a word and through the pump of his staff, there goes a ring with a red-like gem on it… and a sword? The sword was estimated to be around 3 feet long. I believe it is what they call the Joyeuse sword. It was arguably the most powerful sword the man has ever crafted. It was made by Charlemagne, a Frankish king out of gold and gem-encrusted hilt, the blade was forged from the same ore and metal that made Durendal, a sword wielded and is also one of the deadliest in the world. Legend has it, that the sword was forged by the infamous blacksmith legend Galas, who took three years to complete. Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the

The Run took a lot out of everyone and these wolves deserve a relaxing day before we all are to head to our respective packs. “I came to the Run in order to make a peace treaty with your father, but the man was adamant on not co-operating. I was wondering if after your coronation, I can come to you and we can come to an alliance. Vampires and wolves have been at odds with one another for years. I’d like to see us getting along now that change is around the corner. You and that silver wolf will being a new era to your kind as King and Queen and I want to be there with you two as a friend.” I follow his gaze to see Grace padding towards the Lodge, her silver fur shining in the sun and I smile.

“You should be treated like a king as you have treated me like a Queen. They were having their moment sharing and showing love. Grace was happy and feeling like the luckiest woman on earth. Just within two days, she got a loan of half a million from him, she got her sponsorship funds and now a beautiful bracelet. She is currently the luckiest girl in the state. “But, why do the people nickname you the ruthless man? You are so kind and gentle with me”Grace said. Michael shrugs his shoulders, “Because they want to paint me bad”.

Beta Carson disappeared in the opposite direction of Grace. It isn't long before Grace returns with a pile of books on the history of the kingdom, of all the kings that have passed the throne onto the next, and how each one ruled over the land. I was halfway through the first book when Carson returned with a very old thick book in his hands. He made his way over to where Grace was and whispered, "This isn't meant to be here. This is the book I was talking about... It is meant to be in the King of King's library..."

"You don't think—is that why we’ve never had a Luna Queen?" Movement jolted our attention to the door, and my entire body froze. The King stood in the archway; his eyes fixed on my face. He was alone, without his men by his side as he entered the small cottage, his aura penetrating the air with so much force it nearly knocked me to the ground. Grace immediately bowed, her face red, fearing that he had overheard our conversation. “Give us a moment,” the King said, his eyes finding Grace. “Yes, Your Majesty,” she said hurriedly before lifting her gaze to me. She gave me a knowing look before she hurried out of the cottage.

" Introducing his Royal Majesty, king Lucien" The king strode toward the throne with an expressionless look on his face. Rosy was far too suprise by his looks as he came into limelight where they could get a full glimpse of him. He was devastatingly handsome and far from what Rosy had expected, he was not old but rather in his early thirty's. His jaw was set straight as he continue walking forward not even acknowledging the servant who bowed at him. Maria who had been seated right beside Rosy gasp in shock as she stared at the king in awe too. Rosy was not suprise by her reaction as she herself would have done the same thing if she hadn't comport herself immediately. He was a great definitio

His throne was carved for power, not comfort, but even he felt the sting of irritation Grace managed to summon from miles away. “She has always been dangerous,” the King murmured, almost to himself. “Even from the shadows of exile, she wields influence that is… difficult to measure.” “Exactly,” the advisor said. “And that is why you must not act. Responding to her will only grant her the attention she craves. She thrives on chaos, Your Majesty. Do not feed it.” The King’s fingers drummed lightly on the armrest, the rhythm deliberate, thoughtful. He could feel the subtle undercurrent in Grace’s words, the manipulation carefully hidden beneath a veneer of urgency. She was asking for his help,

Grace whispered hugging me tightly, we pulled away to look at one another, and I cupped her cheeks and leaned in to kiss her forehead. “Princess, how are you?” “I’m fine, how are you? How was your trip?” “It went well, thankfully no one got killed in it” I teased, Grace laughed, but it was no joke, a few kings had died before in these meetings, the kings feared my anger by now and knew not to mess with me, the humans who were to defy me learned that I was no king to mess with, despite being kind to my people and family, I listened to the kings, to their suggestions and their requests, but if I saw that I was to be defied, I would react, I was the one to say the last word, regardless of what

Grace replied. "You are the main hero who saved this kingdom. You bravely defeated the Magical Stone Spirit, resulting in the witch Julius’s power disappearing. Without you, the war with monsters and witches would not have ended. Therefore, I, King Archer Elex Groendez, bestow upon you the title of nobility, our light from the west, Princess Grace Menken." The king proclaimed as he placed his sword on Grace's shoulders. "Thank you, Your Majesty," Grace said. Then King Groendez extended one hand to the side, where a head servant placed a gold and jewel-encrusted box on his hand.