The Last King Series Novels & Stories

"I crown Princess Damontry Gerald XII, the last king of the line of Elgara as queen of the lower kingdom, queen of the kingdoms of Elgara, may God bless our new queen." Finishing his words, he had placed a giant crown decorated with precious stones and flowers over Damemont's head in sync, so the arena exploded with cheers and screams, and the sound of music and shouting in the name of the Queen rose until he reached the sky. Some flower petals fell over Damemont's head, causing her to giggle. "Bow to the Queen." The priest said before bowing in turn and the rest of the clergy followed him. Damontry beckoned at the thousands of people below who bowed in sync until it seemed like a fantasy t

He walked to the window. Looked out over the city. Lights flickered below. Alive. Unaware. A faint, humorless smile touched his lips. “So…” His voice was low. Almost thoughtful. “The king of the underground.” A pause. His eyes darkened slightly. “My son.” The words came easier this time. Not softer. But accepted. His head tilted slightly. “If he rules…” A breath. “Then I rule.” Not dominance. Not greed. Something else. Recognition. Blood. Legacy.

conscience. “We’ve met crazier and more vengeful humans. Doesn’t explain this… soft-hearted thinking,” Karl replied, saying it like my soft heart was a foreign, disgusting concept. “Can you both stop speaking like I’m not here?” I nearly rolled my eyes, but Landon staring heavily at me like I was an enigma made me nervous. “See to it that this never happens again, Landon,” the king said, his tone becoming stern and his sight never leaving mine. “If there’s ever a next time, I will make them beg for death’s release.”

Jezzebelle watched as the Head grabbed Janelle by the arm and yank her down the hallway. Turning back to the open part of the wall Jezzebelle met the eyes of the very King she tried to never make angry. He was leaning against his desk, staring right at her one hand was tapping all of his immaculate fingers on the edge of his desk. His face was set with no emotion but the eyes held a certain blue fire she had never seen before. “Your turn Ma Petite rose destructrice.” Yep I’m in trouble, Jezzebelle thought to herself. Espically if His Grace starts in on his native tongue and his accent was very thick. It usually happens when the King gets extremely upset.

“You called this assembly without notice.” “I called it because notice is a luxury,” I replied smoothly, gesturing for him to sit. “Our King has been absent for years, and not this most recent ghost hunt, but he has let his duties go since the death of his first mate and Queen.” A low murmur rippled through the room. I let it build, feeding on the sound before I cut through it like a hot blade through butter. “You’ve all heard the rumors,” I continued. “The King was last seen north of the mountain border, chasing a Luna who no longer exists. He’s abandoned the capital, the throne, the council…everything.”

“Do you recall our last conversation, the one where I tried to urge you to take our troops and invade the Celestial Kingdom?” The room is quiet as he thinks. “I can.” his voice is dull, flat. “You wanted me to hurt your mother’s kingdom for some unfounded accusation against her people. You tried to convince me then that Primus was either lost or insane,” his eyes narrowed in my direction. “You were lying. He is still alive, he must still be near as well because I can sense him strongly…” The king begins to gurgle, choking on his last breath as I clench my fist tightly in the air.

She swallowed and raised her trembling hands to sign some god knows what shit but before she could even bring herself to move a finger, a warrior burst inside the tent, his condition in a disarray as he struggled to breathe. He was a Walton warrior. She didn't even get the chance to take a breath when the warrior struck her with another 'heart failing' news. "My King, King Leo, and King Adrian are indulged in a serious rumpus." He said and Sasha's eyes doubled in size. King Adrian was the King of the Clover Kingdom. She knew he had a beef with her brother but to think they would openly go on a rumpus right before the war was absurd. She shifted her gaze back on Ragnar and noticed how rigid h

"Shiv'ra will do penance for their role in this unrest but as their new king has given us free reign to punish the offenders, their sanction shall only be for a year." Murmurs of assent rang out from the crowd. "Hear the words of the king!" The herald announced. "All hail king Nicolas! All hail king Nicolas!" His people's cheers followed him out of the courtyard and into the castle. The doors shut behind him giving him much needed time to breathe. "Ruling becomes you, my King." Odeya's husky voice came from behind him before warm hands landed on his shoulder easing him into the chair. "How are your legs?"

Felix thought, and perked up. “Your Majesty,” came Parvin’s voice. - Mrs. Telvisina is ready. Mrs. Ilyana is also waiting for your instructions. “That means we can perform,” said the king. He turned his war stallion around and addressed his warriors in a loud voice: “My brothers!” We are standing at the line beyond which an army of ruthless, bloodthirsty enemies awaits us! Our homes, our families and our lives will not be safe as long as evil dwells within the walls of this castle! So draw your swords and raise them to the skies, because it is we who have the honor of putting an end to the creatures who want to destroy all life! In the name of Light! For the glory of Ligiriya!

"Your highness the king of.. " "How did this happen Darien?!" King Jacob, the king of Lukehall asked with a powerful tone as he barged in. Clinton had a look of suprise on his face. He did not expect the king to barge in. With a heavy sigh, he left. "Someone leaked information, we had no way of knowing.." King Jacob cut Darien shut; "Do you know what this has caused me! Men that weren't sufficient in my kingdom was sent to Devon, only for them to die like rats."