The Path Of Conquest Novels & Stories

“And you are the one who broke the world to save a wolf.” ​“I didn't break it,” I said, my voice gaining strength. “I changed it. I found the Third Path.” ​“The Third Path is a path of sacrifice, child,” my father’s ghost said, his expression solemn. “The South builds with glass and fire. The North builds with blood and bone. But you... You are trying to build with love. Do you have any idea how fragile that is?” ​“It is the only thing that lasted,” I argued. “The gold is gone. The violet is gone. But the white... The white is still here. And so is he.”

He thought he had hidden enough, but he couldn't believe that his eyes had accused out. Jame's hands clenched my neck, despite the thin skin peeling off. I made a successful bet. Jame had a love for King David. He's a brave Alpha and will fall in love with another Alpha. Or rather, he's just like me. It's all alpha masquerading, not purebred wolves. I realized this every time the king invaded the territory. James alone is allowed to take care of David. He kicks everyone out. More importantly, every time looks at David, Jame always exudes cheerful pride. It is not the same as the feeling of worshiping the superior.

an old woman who was certainly another experienced healer asked in a low and shaky voice. No one dared reply to her question. I sincerely hoped that the rumor wasn’t true…but we’re about to find out for ourselves very soon. … “Are all men in position?” Ren addressed his generals. “Yes, Your Highness. All men are in position. The first wave of attack has been launched as you have planned,” Shin, Ren’s right-hand man and also best friend, replied with confidence. “Good. Send in the second wave using the secret paths like I’ve planned. The aim is to win this war as soon as possible with the least casualty on both sides. Go!” Ren commanded.

I was curious what she thought she gained from a few pages of propaganda. “You want a test?” I asked. “Yes. Do it.” I crossed my arms. “How many packs existed before the Conquest?” “Fifty-five,” she answered quickly. “And what was the main source of corruption?” She spoke like she’d practiced every line. “Illegal dealings with rogues. Weapons, land, and power exchanges.” “Good,” I said. Pain flashed behind her eyes but she didn’t flinch. “Next.” So I pushed deeper. “How did my father die?”

I asked in return. "Anyway joor, just give me the full gist abeg." "Okay. The most important thing you need to know is that I didn't get the contract." "Why na? I thought you said you had everything under control? What happened then?" "A devil and his assistant happened." "All this half half gist, I don't like it oo, just tell me all that happened." How do you tell your kid sister who sees you as a demigod that you were outsmarted by another being.

Robin replied getting very curious about what was so special about this The Conquest List. "The Conquest List is a game Evans, Joe, Miller and I play every six months. We tabulate the number of girls we have slept with in the last six months and the person with the highest number gets to win whatever he wants. We also bet on girls and how long it would take to bed them." "What? You're so disgusting. How could you be playing such a disgusting game? Who owns this avatar called AXY?" Robin frowned, feeling sick after hearing what he said.

"If you march now you risk losing a war that your pack has been winning for three generations now. Slowly conquering the continent." "We gain nothing if we conquer faster." Another man, even older than the last intervenes. "The fate of the war is already decided. The BlackBloods have won." I say and I have to content my smile as I deliver the blow. "By the next generation, you will have conquered the entire continent."

I built my own business, a sprawling empire that would dwarf anything my father had ever achieved in his lifetime. Then I returned five years later, a man transformed, a force to be reckoned with. And I waited patiently for the perfect opportunity, and it presented itself, a chance to reclaim what was rightfully mine. And I seized it. He had come to me himself for help without me having to do anything, although I manipulated the situation behind the scenes a little. I don't care if my methods are questionable. I don't care if he hates me. As long as he's mine, as long as he's within my reach, I'm content.

However, the first explanation may direct people to think that what they are feeling is an abomination, especially from a religious stand point. That being said, Singto was feeling rather conflicted right now. He has grown up with religion and was taught all about the scriptures on how to follow the principles correctly to avoid falling to temptation. There are some things of course within those scriptures that he could not bring himself to believe. One, being love; in Singto’s heart, he strongly feels that every single person should be allowed to love who they want to love. There shouldn’t be such strict rules tying people down from how they truly feel. But when these rules and lessons are

"The child—" "The child and I are entirely fine, Lucian," I interrupted softly, leaning into his warmth for a fraction of a second before stepping back to assume my posture as Sovereign. I looked down at the defeated army, then up at the high mountain peaks stretching toward the pale winter sky. The cellar was a lifetime away. The bridal veil of Ashmoor Cathedral was a distant memory. We had broken the vanguard, crushed the coup, and claimed the northern frontier. But as the cold wind whipped across the battlefield, I knew the true war—the war to build an empire that could withstand its own history—was only just beginning.