The Last Kingdom Kindle Novels & Stories

Lowering his gaze sadly, Luka whispered, "I know." Taking a deep breath, even though he didn't want to go in and do that which he disliked so much, Luka knew he had no choice, and ended up getting out of the car. Outside the temple, a large crowd of people was waiting for him, as his kingdom was very excited to see the wedding between one of the leader's sons and the son of a great general.

"Dear Judith, How are you? Have you been well? I am deeply sorry for your father's death and I do understand why you could not come to Leafstone. I assume that you also already heard that your brother is the King of Imperium now, right? If you asked me how I am feeling I would tell you that everything seems like a dream. I mean it can be a normal thing for your brother, but to me, who was a princess of a very small city, it is really a big deal to me. Hey, am I talking too much about myself? What about you? How are things going in your new married life with your lover Frenhid? I bet he does not want to leave the sight of you. How is the weather in the beautiful greenery Sandhill? I would lik

“Kill them! All of them!” That was the last judgment declared by King Garlow, the ruthless king of the Kingdom of Regaleria. He was on his mount, a strong muscular black horse, holding its golden reigns with a posture of a calculating, self-assured, proud man. His eyes were a deep blue; cold and icy; piercing through the destroyed walls of the Vhillana Kingdom. The smell of gunpowder, burnt wood, and rotten flesh reached through his nostrils even though he was just waiting at a hill miles away from the attack.

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

Then the King's eyes opened. Blue. Brilliant. Alive. For one final moment. The Last King had returned. Then his voice echoed softly. No longer thunder. No longer power. Just peace. "Thomas." Thomas stepped forward. Immediately. Then: "My king." The King smiled. Then: "No." Pause. Then: "Your kingdom." The words hit hard. Very hard. Then the King looked at Samuel. Then at Lily. Then at everyone. Then: "You have done what I could not." Silence.

That was apparently passed down to us, their heirs. The last kingdom belongs to the Lycans, ruled by a powerful Lycan king, a man feared and revered by all. His lands stretch several miles across the borders. We were not enemies, we were not friends either, but even I know that I am no match for him. Regardless of that, I would still confront him if I found out he was in possession of something of mine.

Clio said and Erica nodded with an impressed look on her face. “That sounds so magical, So, Dominic is the king of Heaven?” she asked and Jenny nodded, “Yes, we learned about all of this in last ten years since we are here. The ‘Book of Kingdoms’ contain it all,” she said and raised two fingers at the shelf, “Give me the ‘Book of Kingdoms’” she said in commanding manner, the books moved and a book in black color moved out of a shelf and floated in front of them, the book floated to the table and was placed on it elegantly. Erica whistled lowly, “Will I be able to do that?” she asked as she touched the book, the velvet covering it was so soft and silky. She had never touched a more expensive

"Everything that Celestia and the Alliance have told you about this war and why it's happening is a lie." I narrowed my eyes on him, but he just took a breath before looking me square in the eye and continuing. "You saw the people in there. You saw how it's driving them mad, and forcing them to shift into their alter forms. The Beastial Kingdom didn't start this war; Celestia did. They corrupted our king on the day they were supposed to sign a peace treaty. They did something to him that forced his dragon to the surface in a blind rage, instantly voiding the treaty between kingdoms, and therefore restarting the war that we were trying to end. That king came back to the Beastial kingdom after

This had once been the place where our love first took root, but time had passed, and so many things had faded that I could barely remember them anymore. Following June's final wishes, I found a grove of poplar trees and erected a nameless gravestone for her there. Back when we first arrived in the desert, I remembered June making a vow. She said she would one day cover this barren land with greenery and life. And this grove of poplars had been planted by our own hands. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but green. But I no longer had the heart to stay and admire the scenery.

I was sure. I sighed and flipped it open again, running my fingers across the stiff old pages. The writing inside was tiny, neat, and definitely older than anything I had ever seen in Father’s library. Each chapter had illustrations of different beasts, creatures I’d only heard whispers of. Gargoyles, gnomes that were alive, serpent women and even sirens. None of these existed though… or did they? I could feel my head throbbing from an oncoming headache so I just shut the book and stared at the ceiling of my room.