Novel & Cerita The Last Kings

Recently, King Edward Herman and Queen Mary Herman had announced the fixed marriage of their daughter to the King of Country A. Country A was the richest and most powerful nation, ruled by the formidable and ruthless King Alexander Knight, often referred to as the "God of War" for his undefeated record on the battlefield since the age of 15. Country K, in contrast, is a small and vulnerable nation, situated next to Country A. Due to continuous attacks from their powerful neighbor, the people of Country K had suffered greatly. Their resources and strength were insufficient to defend against the aggressors.

Both kings looked like mirror images of each other and both raised their hands to the same green sun in the middle of the bracelet as if they worshiped it. "It is said that both kings can never share the same lifetime and once one is born the other dies. It is also rumored that the first king is the one reincarnating in his different forms in every lifetime in other to protect his beloved city of Edrighton". "And as the story goes, as long as these two kings continued to co-exist through time, the kingdom of Edrighton was safe and destined never to burn to the ground". "What do you think about it, boy, do you want it now?" The vendor pestered on after giving his short story. However, the loo

"Go in search of the confessor. I want her found by all means. "No matter what, make sure she doesn't die. I want her alive". He paused and took in q deep breath. "I have so many plans in store for her". Silence. "Yes, My King" the guards bowed and left. * * Her name is Isabelle. And she's the last confessor - the last of her kind. Of course, they were more than that. But, not until her village was ambushed few days ago by the King's guards, and every one of her kind died. All the confessors were killed.

“He has spread it through the air like poison. Every person who breathes it sees the same nightmare. They see the kings as monsters. They see themselves being torn apart by them. I cannot stop it from spreading.” One of the southern lords spoke up from the corner. His voice was shaking. “This is what we warned you about. The kings are gone. They locked themselves away while the capital burns. The people are right to turn on them.” Alastair turned on him sharply. “Do not say that again. The kings are doing what they must. If they were here, they would be fighting this with us.” He laughed without humor. “Fighting? They are fucking while our people blind themselves in the streets. That is what

[Didn't get to say this earlier, but I'm out of forgiveness cards. [Let's get a divorce.] My phone started blowing up right after.

“I don't know. Maybe he doesn't know about it. He was a new Elder and still had much to learn when I was taken. I haven't been here to teach him anything for the past ten years. There's not a lot written on it. Not every King has needed to use it because not every King had powers as strong as yours. Lexon filled me in on your powers, and you have quite a few. It sounds like your strongest ability is fire and that is the one that is linked to the dark's powers. The other ones you received once you came into your powers, are tied to it, but fire is the main connection. That's why that one feels the most consuming,” Nadja disappears, and a few seconds later, he reappears with an old book in hi

It's not public knowledge that the Death Kings are mercenaries. "I know plenty about you. I keep track of my blood. You and your brother are the last. I'm taking your sight so that you will never see spirits or another prophecy. You will be fully human. No more supernatural mumbo jumbo. This is the path you chose." He places his tattooed hands over my eyes.

He was trying to use his sorcery but was restrained by the magic of the chains, long forged. "The last peach blossom is you, my king. The last son, the last alpha. If you fall, autumn will be the ruin of your kingdom," he revealed. I held my breath. "Who came to see me?" he teased, smiling. "It does not matter, Majesty. Just an old friend who still cares about me." And with that, I understood. I was the last peach blossom. The last king. Enemies were attacking because they knew that, after me, there would be no other.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

Champion Darius knelt without a single millisecond of hesitation upon the volcanic rock, and every single shadow warrior behind him pressed a closed fist hard against the ground. "My King," they murmured in unison. Nyxar acknowledged his loyal vanguard with a slight, almost imperceptible nod before his piercing crimson eyes settled fully on Killian. "So..." his regal voice reverberated through the stones, "...the last Alpha King." Killian calmly stepped forward, his boots anchoring him to the silver floor as he placed his broad frame directly between Nyxar and his family. "The first," he corrected, his golden eyes burning with an unyielding fire. "And the absolute last obstacle standing in y