The Seven Kings Novels & Stories

At the center of the passage stood a vast structure. Seven archways. Each different. Each incomplete. The First King stopped before them. For the first time in centuries, something resembling emotion crossed his face. Not joy. Not anger. Recognition. "Seven paths," he murmured. A voice echoed faintly from the darkness behind the arches. Not human. Not wolf. Something else. Something older. Only one returns. The First King smiled. "Then I will be the exception." And he stepped forward.

The first to arrive were significant members such as the kings and Nemesis members. The Five Kings of Regal Palace were Clifford Hann, the Eastern King; Olympias White, the Western King; Juan Yates, the Southern King; Jim Zabinsky, the Northern King; and White-eyed Ivory Dragon, the Central King. Of the Five Kings, everyone had flown to Thailand except for Jim, who needed to stay back at the headquarters to manage things. Meanwhile, White-eyed Ivory Dragon, the Central King, was still the leader of Nemesis. But, after prolonged training, the members of Nemesis were now ruthless and possessed extraordinary combat power.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” The man chuckled despite the dryness in his throat. “You really don’t know anything, do you?” he asked. “Father did say you lot were ignorant. Then again, it’s sort of your own fault.” Blue flames danced between Niquel’s fingers. A ball of suspended blue rolled itself from one finger to another, sometimes reaching the tip as if to drop only to roll back down to his knuckles and disappear. “You’re running out of time.” “My name is Hasiem, eldest son of the True King and the Mother of Fertility, whose union was blessed by the powers of the sky.”

Her lips fiddled a smile as she spared none a glance, her hand clenched her seal strongly as she got to her golden throne and sat down gently. Meanwhile, Jeffery and his companions were rudely nudged to the grounds —all piercing stares on him. Jeffery lifts his face, his long hair flooding his left eye as he slowly takes in the faces of the five kings and their wives. No sympathy either remorse was evident on their faces except for King Maddox, the king of Valour which was the vampire kingdom. He looked ashamed, indeed they were good friends ever since birth. The kingdom of Valor and Crescent kingdom were the vivid souls who made the six kingdoms reunite in one stance.

The former King shouted at his son. Neil who was already at the door with Keanna nestled safely in his arms, halted, turned, and answered his father with a smile. "The moment father condoned the act of his child killing their siblings, I became disobedient." The former King turned to pick up the discarded sword, only to find that one of his men was already holding it. "I-I apologize, Your Majesty!" "Y-you scoundrel! Aughkk!" His attendant ran straight to him, thrusting the sword deep into his abdomen.

I didn't see how that would help us. "Yes," Laeddin said. "The story goes that thousands of years ago, the seven kings of the elven realm started a war with each other. The reason was each believed their kingdom should have guards protecting the komoni tree. Before and during the war only the high king's guards protected the tree and the other six heard rumors that the high king was secretly using the power of the tree for his personal gain. They thought the high king was the richest and most powerful because he took the power of the tree and harnessed it for his own selfish desires." "Was he?" I asked.

I had to ask, "Its quite simple" Leah began "my father has a dream, a dream he's had since he first met you" she was pointing at me, I raised an eyebrow "you barged in, the queen of the seven kingdoms, after he killed you, he decided he was worthy of being king" "But he's already king" I reminded her "Yes but his dream was to become king of the seven kingdoms, but he recently changed his dream, killing every monarch would be too much hassle, so he decided to merge the seven kingdoms, instead of seven there would be one"

In The Kingdom of Valeria; The king of Valeria was seated on his throne with two men next to him, King Darien an arrogant and crafty man who ruled his kingdom like a prison filled with criminals. He stared at the people who were beneath him in disgust. There were six other people in the room. They were chiefs, advisors and ministers. The man in charge of the army was also there, as he had to give a report to the king. The king had an angry look on his good-looking face. He looked like he was in his late thirties. He wore a long robe that was made from the finest silk. He tapped his fingers on his throne as he boiled internally. He had rings on each of the fingers.

Hayden asked trying to erase traces of fear from his voice even though she could still hear the hints of uncertainty in their deep undertones. "The Kings my father and his father before him had formed alliances with are long dead. And you pompous lot only respected the alliance because you got the longer end of the stick, living in warm castles and having soft furs to line your beds leaving us with what?" He argued, "Snow and rock to lay our heads on. No more!" Rounds of shouts went around the camp causing a wave of panic to spread through her. If the Hunt or whatever it was didn't favor them, it would spell death for all of them there and worst of all the downfall of Myknos.

He rose. As if sensing this, the Elder's bloodshot eyes landed on Noah with knowledge. He almost shivered but stood tall and passive. The Elder studied him for a moment but not long enough to risk his head. "Accept yourself ksei, as the King of us. The King Of Utrif," he announced. His voice had a certain question in it. Only a few were able to decipher it. But it was obvious he had voiced his discomfort for such a young King—the youngest they ever had—loud and clear. He had dared to question his King.