The King Of The Battlefield Novels & Stories

One of the head warriors had then stood up and said a prayer for the whole pack and all of them that would march out to the battlefield. The king sat down for a few more minutes, nothing said, just staring around at his people and somehow I could not read him but he was not okay, I could see that. He was never okay. My hand slipped on his thigh, giving it a brush then moved until I found his hand, taking it in mine and feeling his fingers lace through.

King of the Seven Northern Kingdoms. Alpha King Maximus Northwood.

But that was enough to lift Hector's spirits; he put his hand over his heart, feeling it flutter, and stood more firmly on his feet. "So," said the King. "I present the men who will give us a sight we don't see often. To make the competition fair, everyone will cast the same log. Please bring the log." cried the King, raising his voice. The quests turned their heads in the direction King did to watch the log enter the venue. They didn't have to wait long; first, a husky man came into view holding one end of the log, and when the log ended, the second man came into view, keeping the log from the other end.

He was no slouch in terms of fighting but he wasn't a veteran either. Still, he was a professional and once he was out, he immediately began igniting the mood. "Incredible!!! Unbelievable!!! MAGNIFICENT!!! In a bold display of power and charisma, our crown prince decided to do something never done since the creation of our beautiful kingdom!! What will the result be!!? No matter what, it promises to be something we will never forget!!!!"

He leaned on his shovel and looked at me. “No, my lady, you cannot. The king is two different men. He can be fun and jocular with us one minute and the next he is raging, and someone is losing a limb or their life. He can be ruthless, even to those he loves. If you push him too far, lady, you will have consequences.” He turned back to the work. “We don’t want to see you get hurt,” he mumbled. “High King Erik is not the same man when he is on the battlefield. He is mean and merciless. And war camp is just an extension of the battlefield.”

he whispered silently. Xrysos eyes met with those of Anderios who has Evander standing beside him. Dylan and Aron stood side by side. Linus and Kairos stood with Roman and Dominic. The king smiled at the men that would give their lives to protect him. He had long sent his warriors into battle and now he is going in with his faithful friends and family. "For the Gates!" the king yelled out to them. "For the Gates!" they roared. ********* Days flew by fast as the battle continued and the Queen was losing her patients although her cousin had promised that this time would be different.

The field, please. A battleground.

The smiled at each other at the compliment and he saw a few pat their friends on the backs. "I know that I have done nothing deserving of the throne but today you have all shown me what it takes to be a true King and I promise that for as long as I live, none of you will ever have to suffer under tyrannous rule again. We might have won this battle now but the enemy is still at large. Now who's ready to win this war and send the bloody tyrants to hell!" He yelled earning answering cries of assent from the men. Even though he couldn't stand much less fight, he felt like one of them in that moment. The thrill of battle set his body on edge and eased the pain he felt. In that moment he didn't fe

What in the world was this place? He was the Wolf King, undefeated on the battlefield. Even though he was infected and his strength had been reduced to less than half, it should not have weakened him to this extent. What was going on?

I want to answer the questions that have been floating in my mind for a while. After calming myself, I looked into his eyes. It was only a matter of time before I closed my eyes that the scenario appeared in my mind. A battle scene on the side of two men, both wearing crowns that I think are both Kings. They are in a dark forest and surrounded by towering trees. They are both great. The exchange of their swords was constant. He seemed to be very good at fighting. No one wants to lose but the other King gets a chance to hold the opponent’s arm backwards and push it causing another King to fall to the ground. He pointed the sword at the fallen King's face.