The Last Kingdom Series 3 の小説・ストーリー

King Fabian hardened eyes gazed around, a flash of anger in his eyes as he instructed his soldiers to ride faster into the palace of Honile, the third kingdom of the 8th kingdoms. Seated next to him is Prince Philip who had the same countenance as his father, his royal clothing stood firm on his body. His father, king Fabian won't give you to take the throne of King Arthur, a throne which should be rightfully his. King Fabian groaned in anger as they headed towards the royal palace as he is still unable to believe that his plans failed just because of the resentful brat called a princess who ruined his plans and as a result of this, they will pay dearly for it. He wanted to take the kingdom

It’s the last of the three in the series and it’s quite different from the first two stories that were carefully planned. The viewing ended at a high note although some are still hoping the main characters would have ended together. “That’s the reason why this story is airing on the last weekend of February. We want to make sure that the Valentine’s bug isn’t strong enough by the time it’s shown to the public,” Lora joked to the audience. Cela smiles at everyone. It’s a nice experience writing something that’s loosely based on real events but it would have been better if the real events are also better events.

“The day he died was the day we became more than some whimpering fools. He buried this kingdom, and I saved us from drowning.” Devin was visibly shaking, and I looked at the king slack jawed. This was his kingdoms deepest secret, and he just blurt it out like some drunken fool. I knew better though, as I watch the king settle back into his fake mask of a smile. He did nothing without precise thought. The king was always four steps ahead, and we were crawling behind. I looked at Devin, his emotions written boldly across his face, as his world came crumbling down in front of his multi-colored eyes. I needed to break this tension before it turned into an uncontrolled tornado.

Wearing only thin clothes, barefoot. “Welcome to the Kingdom of Voneveir!” That voice was so familiar in his ears. Alexis can never be wrong about it. It was his son, Allan. "Your Majesty, Do you have any last words for your people?" Being humiliated like a criminal who purged innocents, does he really deserve to receive such disgrace? “Your homeland whom you loved…” Remembering every sleepless night he had in order to manage every problem his kingdom is facing… “… your people whom you cherished… “

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.

He looked among his fellow kings, "That's why we should make her pay." Javier chuckled dryly, tightening his crossed arms, "You see, you keep saying that but, so far, I haven't heard anything interesting at all." Marcus pursed his lips in a small smile, "Whoever gets to make her break and fall first gets to keep her." The three of them looked at each other, seemingly satisfied with that. "But before we get into the specifics of that, we have to give her a wholesome King Langley welcome, don't you think?"

“Alpha Simon is a powerful leader, known for his wisdom and strength. He values tradition and peace, so if you can show him that the prophecy will bring balance, he may be willing to cooperate.” I listened closely, my mind racing as Seraphina listed each kingdom and their respective leaders. It was clear that this mission would be dangerous, and each Alpha would pose their own challenges. “The third kingdom is the Dark Moon Kingdom,” Seraphina said, her voice dropping slightly. “Alpha Viktor rules with an iron fist. He’s a brutal leader, and his kingdom thrives on fear. If there’s anyone who will resist giving up their amulet, it’s him.” Xavier growled low in his throat. “We’ll have to be ca

Queen Kelnier said-" Now, now... the second announcement is... The kingdom of WitchWorld, The kingdom Of WitchDom, and the Kingdom of Doah is united and standing strong to defeat anyone who has their bad eyes on us." The crowd again applauded. And then when Queen Kelneir said-" Now, I announce you the future King and queen of the three lands" She turned back at us. I was already in a shock from what happened earlier to react to anything right now. I just smiled and waved to my people. Praim seemed happy and confident as she waved at them. He stopped them as he said-" Toady, I have taken vows to the future queen of this land, and now shall I be taking vows at you, my people. As the kIng of th

THIRD POV The shouts of victory filled the whole kingdom and Jonathan had a smile on his face. Their recent wars had been filled with happy screams and shouts as they nabbed victory after victory. SOme of the kingdoms that waged war against them were slowly withdrawing from the crushing defeat some of the other kingdoms had suffered in their hands but he also knew that it didn’t matter, they had to keep up their defenses. They couldn’t afford to back down now, he also knew that the wars had done them a favour, while they didn’t confer to the other kingdoms standards, they could also finally leave the title of being a rogue kingdom behind. They had proved their worth and also proved that the

Dizziness and teary eyes overwhelmed her, and she was a complete wreck. The crowd gradually dispersed upon their King's dismissal, leaving him behind for a moment longer. His troubled gaze remained fixed on her, on her imploring eyes seeking mercy—an elusive mercy he could not grant. With a final glance, he rose, following his son Ubbe, who wore a similar troubled expression. In the face of King Ragnar's unwavering decision, Sophie turned to Aslaug, finding sorrow mirrored in her eyes. As Aslaug walked away, so did her friends Helen and Yelda, leaving Sophie utterly alone.