The King Of The Battlefield Novels & Stories

But the fight was far from over. Klin was somewhere in that madness. Rowland kept glancing through the swarm of bodies, searching for him. Klin always followed orders. Always. If there was one thing Rowland had faith tonight in, it wasn’t the swords or the blood spilling on the ground. It was the fact that Klin’s only mission was to kill the king. Klin looked around the battlefield, eyes sharp and calculating. His chest rose and fell quicker as he realized he was losing. The plan was falling apart, but one thing still mattered to him. Kill the king. Kill Alaric. Klin never failed an assignment.

He raised his claws high, and his voice thundered across the battlefield. “I am Kael Viren! Son of Mathias! I will not bow. I will not break. If you want me dead, you’ll have to send the gods themselves!” The crowd exploded. The sound was deafening — a roar of division that shook the very foundation of Pennsylvania. King Mathias’s face remained stone, but his eyes betrayed the storm inside him. “This is only the beginning,” the king said coldly. “More await you, Kael. And if you survive them all… then perhaps, perhaps, you will earn your place again.”

The battlefield became a sea of chaos—shouts, cries, and the endless ring of steel. “Protect the king!!” the Kyratth soldiers yelled, forming a wall around Zarreth as he raised his fist. “Cut them down! Show them the wrath of Kyratth!!” the king’s voice roared, though his body still swayed weakly from his wounds. The moon shone red in the sky, as if the gods themselves watched. The war had begun.

Some possessed countless limbs, some had enormous jaws and others looked as though nightmares themselves had been given flesh. The sheer number of them made despair settle into everyone's hearts. The smell reached them next; blood, rot and decay, the scent of death itself. The foul odor merged together and filled the battlefield, several warriors felt sick and others nearly collapsed. And there... At the center of the endless army — A throne stood above all of them. Carried high over the sea of darkness and for the first time in their lives — They saw him; the King of Darkness, the ruler who had existed only in ancient legends, the being spoken of only in whispers, the king who could turn li

The king excited to meet Zeus said and stretched forth his hand for a handshake. Zeus received it quickly.... "There is a near battle and we need your best men to fight alongside us." "My men are your men. You are the rightful ruler of this town, Son of Raja" The king replied WIth a smile. "Good, but I asked the people of the town to vote their king, exception of me. And you deserve the role. I don't have time for ruling royal affairs." "Tell me more about the war!" "it's a war that will decide the fate of us all, and we need to win it. It's against more than one enemy.. We are caught up in the middle of three foes....lucifer...Sarraphina....kema... How large is your army?

He's trying to control himself but I see he's annoyed. "Well. Anniin to you too dear friend. Care to acknowledge me?" I say pretending to be mad. "NanaBooZhoo, Ziigwan. You're older!" He laughs. "You're huge. Shut up." I blush, rolling my eyes. "You know, no one calls me Ogi. Just you." He states. "Why? That is not you name? Ogimaa? Ah? Right?" I ask teasing him. "No. It's not, besides everyone calls me King. You know that. Only my grandma calls me Myeengun and the Elders too."

Only days after he was crowned he was met by a betrayal from Crimson knight pack, the kingdom at that period was almost at the peak of extension, because of the battle losses, but the young king, single-handedly killed thousands of warriors, he was named as the god of war, some say who have lived to tell the tale. The battle had only happened 5 years back, but still, people talk about it as if it’s a distant past. The head of Dickken Red was pierced at the entrance as a constant reminder for those who questioned the King’s authority. Rather than being overwhelmed with joy, I was angry to not have taken his head. Dicken red, and his son, I can still see them in my dreams. Coming back, people

“Let me go first. I’ll be quick…then I can take care of her.” I nod, and turn to my gathered Gammas. They fall silent when I walk into the clearing. “Good evening,” I say and wait for them to settle down, before I get right to business. “Chancellor Glenn will battle Judith. Gamma Carl will battle Derek. I will battle Martin and Bryce.” “Forgive me, king,” someone calls from the crowd. “Step forward,” I say, trying to peer through the milling wolves to see who spoke. A young man, maybe twenty-three, steps out into the clearing. “My name is Kyle.”

answered King Richard Orlando Lie sighing in his quite long relieved breath. “Next time when you’ll launch the next attacks and the next attacks towards the enemies, you must call us to accompany you, King. It was too deadly and dangerous for you to go merely with several small soldiers and bodyguards like that. Please... Please... I beg you, King... Next time please don’t go to the battlefield with several small soldiers and bodyguards like that anymore...” exclaimed General Randy worriedly as well as agitatedly. “Yes... Yeah... You’re right, General Randy... Are you worrying about me, General Randy?” King Richard Orlando Lie was seen smiling exultantly.

With his attire and the way he stood with the crown and staff in his hand, one could tell it was their warlord in flesh and blood. He stood among them in his full glory. A crown on and a staff which looked like that of kings of the ancient times. "All hail the king of old!!". "All hail the king of old!!". The crowd chorused with their heads bowed onto the floor, hailing their warlord who stood with a hand folded into a ball at his back, and his face looking cold with no emotions in them. They bowed their heads and the king olor with his daughter, princess Lucy kneeled bowing as they sang praises hailing their warlord.