The Last Kingdom Series 3 Novels & Stories

"But, we must leave within thirty minutes." "What's your name?" He inquired. "It doesn't matter. I'll provide the money you need and pay you to take me wherever you're going," I explained. "But first, where are you headed? Is it far from Mercia?" "It's a two-day journey without traffic or stops," He replied. "I'm heading to Havindelle, the last of the five kingdoms." The mention of Havindelle brought back memories; my dad had once mentioned it was enemy territory. Grandpa had eliminated the entire royal family, and King Elroy's cousin had claimed the throne. Dad didn't like the late King's cousin either, but he seemed better than his predecessor.

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.

But this time, they were eliminated even before the competition began. Kharel found that very strange. "Next, the Kingdom of Burfow." This time, a participant from the Kingdom of Jorar in the third row commented, "They also ... returned alive even though they didn't win." "And lastly, the Kingdom of Terish." This time, Kharel swallowed hard. He couldn't possibly not know about the last kingdom mentioned by Gregory. The Terish Kingdom was the winner in the previous period. Everyone knew the abilities of the kingdom's participants, and many even thought that they were among the favorites.

Fionna dropped the wet linen on the tub. "Beyond our realm lie the Three Kingdoms. It's said that there's more than one realm altogether. We exist under the authority of the magic council, with the Southern, Eastern, and Western Kingdoms each having their own dominion. We find ourselves in the Western Kingdom, ruled by the King of Wolves. Alpha Knight Strevus, the third prince, is our leader, though we usually address him by his last name. This Western Kingdom is further subdivided by smaller..." "Hold on? There's more?"

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.

they exclaimed as they looked at him, stunned. "Yes. And this kingdom..." Hierro said and looked at them all. "... the last kingdom... will be a kingdom no more, since – " he said and looked at Laggas. " – the last kingdom, remaining kingdom, for this country will be the East kingdom." he told them. Everyone’s faces paled in horror. The West Kingdom will be under attack and be destroyed in one week. "'Prophetic dream', or vision, whatever it is." Hail spoke amidst the silence.

The breakup had been messy, very public, and apparently involved some kind of incident with a Blackridge student that left Taylor with a broken hand. She was being tutored by Prince Knox, he was another Blackridge student who happened to be Atlas Hart’s best friend and soon to be Alpha. She’d been seen multiple times with not just Jace, but also with Knox and even with Zayne Lachlan – the terrifying hybrid that everyone avoided. “Three guys?” Serena asked, her eyebrows raising. “She’s juggling three guys?” “Looks like it,” one of her friends confirmed. “Though it’s hard to say if all of them are actually interested or if she’s just… I don’t know, collecting them?”

“This, sister, is the kingdom of Etherios. You and I are the daughters of the fallen King Samael. Your child is to inherit the throne.” Mitzie stood from her seat, eyes and mouth wide open, trying to take in all that she was seeing. It looked something like a cross between a vast Roman Empire, and a Medieval Kingdom. She didn’t know how that was possible when they were two vastly different looks, but somehow, they worked well together here. There were no other persons around, but she somehow knew there were others that were there. "I really don’t understand. I mean, I love to dream…or excuse me, would love to believe this, but I really don’t know how any of this is possible,” Mitzie said in

Jólena was unlikely to hide in the background; she would be interesting to talk to. “On Friday,” he replied, “in three days.” That could be exciting—to see another kingdom, to experience how it differed from the Kingdom of Summer, whether it followed the same patterns or had its own customs. “Well, then I suppose we’ll go to the Kingdom of Spring,” I said with a smile, which earned me a tentative smile from Sicca. “I’ll find Lily,” I added, turning to go.

"I made sure the Council believed you were dead. I gave you suppressants. I gave you a new identity. I made sure you were hidden in plain sight." Wren's hands were shaking. "Why?" "Because you're the last Royal Omega." Marcus's voice was quiet. "And as long as you're alive, the Council can't complete their plan." Wren's heart stopped. "What plan?" Marcus was silent for a long moment. "The Council has been manipulating bloodlines for decades. They've been trying to create a perfect Alpha heir—someone who can control all the bloodlines through the bond. But they need an Omega to complete the bond. An Omega who shares the bloodline. A Royal Omega."