The Kingdom Of Prep Mga Nobela at Kwento

Across a stretch of wide land, lies a beautiful kingdom. Surrounded by huge mountains, they serve as protection for them. Gasha kingdom has been in existence for hundreds of years, way before Devon kingdom. Although Devon kingdom had more political power and allies, Gasha Kingdom still had power and were greatly feared by most. King Owen faced his men, a look of craziness lurking in his eyes. There were five men standing before him. They all had their heads bowed, a tremor running through them.

For all, you know, he could hypnotize you right now to obeying his or this so called King's every command. How dreadful. Not that your life isn't anymore. Who'd have thought that one minute, you're arguing about how exhausted you are, and the next, you're being sold to a certain someone in a land that's supposed to exist only in fantasy books? Scrunching together what you've observed and gathered so far; You're in a world full of vampires that use humans as a walking blood bag. You're taking all this in quite nicely if you do say so yourself. "She's all yours." The voice behind you says in a grumble before their footsteps slowly start to fade into the invisible black hole floating in the air

Anyone will automatically know they have a position in this kingdom. Many creatures are passing by the area because the market is a nearby place. I followed their carriage persistently until it became smaller and smaller in my sight, nothing. They are living their life in a classy way no simple man can afford. Truly unforgivable. I shifted my gaze to the palace. The grandest palace of all the kingdoms of Exo Losairos. Here resides the usurper.

King Lincoln - That was his name. He was known in all the twelve Kingdoms as the Most powerful; the Most dreaded. The birds sang his name, the wind echoed it. The ladies beguiled with the topic of how he ruled, even while they washed, went to the stream, and strolled to places. The older women told their grandbabies as tales, of how his father had conquered his enemies and made his Kingdom the most powerful before passing it onto his son. That was how much he reigned. How much King Lincoln reigned.

“But, isn’t Kingdom Ranch successful?” “To an extent.” “What do you mean?” “Business is good but not at the scale Andreas dreams. He has been investing like crazy in new machinery, new procedures, and new ways to do things. It has worked for the most part. The main reason he acquired your family’s land was to test all that and for what it seems, we made enough sound for investors to come calling.” “No one said anything to me.” “Oh honey, men swear to god that women can’t understand business.”

she laughs. “Augustus had a family business that he let fail, the King is supposed to generate income for the kingdom beyond taxes,” I explain. “The idea of the kingdom was a place where different weres could come to settle disagreements. It was never supposed to be what it has become. For the first few month it will be a little nuts. I need to fix a lot, but after that, Joshua will be handling the day to day.”

"Wait! What did you say? The Obsidian Dominion? The Shadowfang Royal Pack? Both maids nodded simultaneously, seemingly confused by her reaction. Kaelara nearly dropped the goblet as her hands trembled. A kingdom? Not a pack territory. Not another region. Not an allied estate. A kingdom? An actual kingdom? For one brief moment, she genuinely wondered if she had suffered brain damage. Kingdoms weren't ordinary places. They stood above packs, above territories, and above regional Alphas. They ruled entire nations. And among all kingdoms... One stood above every other. It was the oldest, strongest, wealthiest, and most feared... The Obsidian Dominion! The Shadowfang Royal Pack!! She had read abo

It's like an oversized child being hugged. "I wish your suffering had been ended sooner... We don't fear you. We trust you with Karina. You completed the final shift. I remember that lesson in school. Only a being of pure heart who has experienced great suffering can become King... Welcome to the family, King Atticus," Dad says before he drops his arms and steps back.

"Your Majesty." In that moment, Noah knew he was better of being feared than respected. If he could not have love, he would have fear. If he could not have loyalty, he would have submission. The Elder hurriedly slipped the crown of midnight black on Noah's head. The weight that eased on seemed a lot heavier than Noah had expected. He knew it was not only the weight of metal but also the weight of a whole kingdom. He could easily be overwhelmed under it. Had he been two days younger, he would. But now he was everything and nothing. He was a King and an Alpha to-be, but even still, he was what he always was—alone.

But she could see he wasn’t lying. “She stayed to protect me,” Mikhail whispered. “And when you were born… she made him promise never to let you fall into the same world.” Unraveling Truths The night stretched long. Mikhail showed her the war maps. The cities already falling. The lieutenants defecting from the Council. He wasn’t building a rebellion. He was building a kingdom. And he wanted her to wear the crown. “I don’t want your throne,” Amara whispered. “You already have it.”