The Last Kings 소설 & 이야기

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.

"And when it tilts, it falls in blood." The line fell silent. Lupercus exhaled. "Then we're past diplomacy." "I need the Six summoned with no delays. The remaining Kings, Nivahr, Elric, Kael, Riven, Eshar, and Mareth. Pull them from whatever dens or courts they're sulking in. Tell them the old treaties are stirring." Lupercus's voice dropped an octave. "The last time all seven Lycan Kings convened was during the Sable Rebellion. Are you certain-?"

Before the sun went down, the Drakkon king called everyone to the center of the camp and read the letter out loud. It said, "I, the King of Lycans, ask the King of Drakkon for a peace treaty so that the war between our two kingdoms will end." Under the terms of the treaty, I would give the valley to the king of the Drakkons, and the king of the Drakkons would have to bring his troops back from the northern islands. I think that only the Drakkons should rule this valley, because they deserve it. With this letter, I promise to work with the king. Please accept this wonderful sculpture as a gift. It was made by my best sculptors.

There was another King, said to rule the jungle, but he had not been heard of in many years. There was meant to be a fifth king, one who ruled over all the kings and Alphas, but to my understanding, the throne had sat empty for centuries, after the last king was betrayed by his brother. No heir had stepped up to take the throne, and no one had challenged for the throne either. The high court, which was devised by Cardinal elders from each kingdom, had held laws in place since then, but they were also diminished and the court had fallen apart. Only 4 remained that I knew of. Supposedly, the brother that had betrayed him was sentenced to death but had escaped long ago, never to be seen. As it

“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.

His mother flip the picture and tried to read the last letter they will ever have from the king of Aleris. “I am sorry my love for I can no longer come home. Please be strong and take care of yourself. I wanted Kai to be strong and courageous for he is the next king of Aleris. I will always be there for the both of you. I love you both so much,” the king of Aleris said in his last message behind the picture.

I asked. "The one that says the child will end the world." She smiled. It was a cold, sharp thing. "Or save it. Depending on who kills the father first." A horn sounded from the valley below. The Iron Kings were back. And this time, they weren't alone. "We need to go," Vladya said. "Now." "Where?" I asked. "To the heart of the Ridge," the woman said. "To the place where the first Sovereign was born. And where the last one will die."

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 last king?” I repeated blankly after recovering from my initial shock and confusion. It felt like time suddenly came to a stop and all I could hear in the tense silence that surrounded us was the fast beating of my heartbeat. His answer surely caught me off guard, and for a moment, I wasn't sure if I understood what he really meant. I must have looked confused enough for him to give me an explanation. “I'm going to be the next king and I am also going to be the last king of this country,” he said slowly and clearly as if it would help me absorb the true meaning behind his words.

The Alpha King's laughter echoed through the village. "Then let the final battle begin." Isabella's hand tightened around the relic. "We won't stop fighting. Not until you're defeated." The Alpha King sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. "Very well. Prepare yourselves for oblivion." Isabella glanced at Aeliana, her eyes filled with determination. "Get everyone ready. This is our last stand." Aeliana nodded, sprinting towards the remaining villagers to rally them. Isabella turned her gaze back to the Alpha King, who was slowly advancing, his warriors spreading out behind him like a dark tide.