The Last Kingdom Novels & Stories

The rest of us followed, thirteen of us struggling through exhaustion and cold to make it to safety. As soon as the last of us cleared the gates, the guards completed the closure. The heavy wooden gates swung shut with a finality that felt almost ceremonial, and I heard the sound of the locking mechanisms engaging. We were in Karenthel. On the other side of the walls, the sounds of battle continued, but they felt distant now, separated from us by stone and iron. Vex collapsed to her knees, coughing, and Mira immediately moved to her side. "Vex! What happened? Your arm—"

Outside, the palace would begin adjusting around the news. Inside, the three-year contract had taken its first real step toward an heir, and the lethal clause had only grown sharper in the narrow space between a man who would not name what he felt and a woman who could not afford for him to name it. The next days would be panels and quiet and the constant low fear that the early stage would collapse the way the recorded failures had collapsed before. And if it held— If it held, nothing in this kingdom would look the same, including the distance Oliver was still trying to keep between duty and the thing that had made him kiss me like a mistake he could not fully erase.

11:59 p.m. "Happy 10th anniversary, my girlfriend!" With Blake West's handsome face before me and our friends watching expectantly, I closed my eyes and made a wish over the candles. 12:00 a.m. Blake immediately reached over and carefully removed the tiara tangled in my hair without pulling a single strand. His charming eyes curved into a teasing smile. "Happy breakup, ex-girlfriend." The private room erupted in cheers. "It's that time of year again! Congrats, Blake. You're a free man!" "Bets are open! If you think they'll get back together, place your bets with me. If you think they won't, go see Brooks!" Amid the flashing lights and pounding music, I remained quietly in my seat as

David asked. Ethan offered a faint, warm smile. "The distance between things." David stood silent, the words sinking in until the sheer simplicity of it made him look down in quiet defeat. He looked at his own hands, then at the floor blueprints he had drawn up years ago—blueprints that had prioritized spatial symmetry over human momentum. Meglo, standing beside them, let out a sudden, bark of a laugh—part relief, part sheer awe. He wiped a tear of tension from his eye and shook his head in disbelief.

It's very informing and enlightening, but it's basically a more detailed explanation of the history Sean told me summarily. There are other added points he left out, like the goddess being twenty five when she created this kingdom and lived for approximately two thousand years. She never married nor conceived, she never fell in love either. There have been four tenors in this kingdom so far, and I'm guessing Sean's to be the fifth, although there isn't any detailed information about the rulers aside from their names. One strange thing I noticed is the last ruler recorded in the book bears a male name, Xavier, and I'm pretty sure Sean's mom is the last ruler before Sean. She can't possibly be

"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

Nolan’s POV It’s been four months since we arrived at the last pack, deep in the northern forests, far from other settlements. The world outside changed, but here we’re rebuilding. The last pack—once the last surviving group after the attacks and poisoned water—now rests under a council’s rule. Around the old wooden table, Emily squeezed my hand under it. I smiled. She clings to me lately, and I don’t mind. I don’t get her insecurity. The last pack is now led by a council: me, Emily, Hunter, Salem, Domus, Kaden, and Liam.

Mia asked in curiosity. He broke out of his thought: “Of the nine kingdoms, King Damien has conquered four, and the ones still standing are the kingdoms of Klean, Jade, Wahala, and Foth. The fifth is Atlas, which remains unconquered on the northern seaside. At this point, we can say Atlas has also been conquered, and if not, they are well aware of the coming war between the two kingdoms. Are we to think they would risk their safety to travel in the enormous sea?” The throne room became silent.

The Kingdom of Absalom is the old-times name for this country—the one he governed as the Alpha King. He must have seen the confusion on my face, so he continued talking. “It had been far too long since the last time this kingdom had a princess for royalty. Decades after decades, all the Kings were only given sons.” “So there’s no guarantee I am your child. I couldn’t be that special.” I blurted out, still confused with his statement about the KIngdowm choosing a mate for me.

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.