The Seven Kings Novels & Stories

“Your Majesty, I have news from the Erena kingdom, sir.” Senya looks at us both then at the young squire, short dark brown hair around 5’3 with a face of a young child. “Be out with it Chandler, obviously it’s important if you are this frantic.” Senya replies. “Right, ahem.” He cleared his throat before opening the scroll preparing to read it. “To the king of the Alastia kingdom, I am declaring war upon your country and will continue to take your people and do as I please with them, without further-adieu, sleep with one eye open, we are always watching.” Chandler slowly brought the scroll away from his face as he made eye contact with me blubbering who it’s from. “Declaration by King M-Mave

Most kids get taught all about the kingdom and the kings in school before they are shipped to a pet shop or a blood bank. "No, the ruler of the vampires and shapeshifters are twin kings. Both born hybrid both vampire and wolf. Well technically they arent the kings yet since they havent found their mates yet but they run pretty much everything. The twin kings are the strong hybrids I'm the kingdom" Said reese to tammy then look back at mark. "The heathen is the ultimate hybrid with all their strength and none of there weakness, there is no way a common hybrid could kill it even if they were the kings" Snapped reese.

" I agree with you Sophia ,I think that lady is really a big obstacle , But I know the king will take care of here soon " " What do you mean the king will take care of her soon " I waited for them to give me an answer . " Actually my lady , Lady Alice was the kings best friend when they where little but the king then was considered as an adopted son , when they grew up,they fell in love with each other but lady Alice father decided to marry her off to duke cowell . Things don't work out well for them after two years they divorced and lady Alice returned back to her father's house ,After about 4years later the king made a decree and made his majesty the heir to his throne a year later late ki

"West Feral Sea declares proelium." Empaler Aegaeus fell silent, and suddenly remembered what happened to his parents when the West Feral Sea attacked the kingdom of Adrape Khiarzugu Palace. He was still young at that time. Ever since the Basileus of the West Feral Sea died, and his eldest filius, Prince Finn, took his seat. Now the new Basileus of the West, broke the agreement of the three kingdoms because he wanted to conquer the East Sea and the North Sea.

“Read this book. This is the book of the past Kings and their powers. It lists which ones they received once they fully came into their powers and who was stronger. It lists their struggles, how they overcame them, and what techniques they used to control their new abilities. It's different for each King. What works for one may not work for the other, but there are several techniques in here. I'm sure one of them might be able to help,” Nadja said as he handed Ezra the book. “You said someone was able to pull you back. Is it one person or several?”

The sensation of the death of Edward has died down and the legend of the seven overloads have been the talk of the world over a dozen years now. For the first ten years, the world has changed in different way invisibly dancing around the system of the seven brothers and staying out from things that will make them energy with those seven beasts, and with no doubt the world was peaceful and advanced faster than usual. But then, the later five years, things started becoming a mess. Many talented young lords started questioning the authority of the seven as outdated. Some tagged them old and weak while some are bent on taking them out and replacing them. There were some that even proclaimed; how

I didn't really expect him to give me a straight answer, but to my surprise, he actually set the tablet down and looked at me. "The previous king of Oslo died unexpectedly," Stephen said. "The seventh son has just been crowned king. It was a sudden move, and the council wants to make sure our treaties remain intact with the new bloodline." I raised an eyebrow. The seventh son? That sounded like a mess of royal politics. I felt like there was something else he was keeping from me, something about why a seventh son was suddenly jumping the line to the throne, but I didn't push it. If Stephen wanted to keep secrets, I wasn't going to beg for them. I just turned my gaze back to the window, watch

But never will I allow it to lead and forget my crown, my judgment, or the iron grip I hold on this kingdom. She’ll learn soon enough, if she hasn’t already—that there is no soft place to land in my world. For twenty years as King, I have sacrificed blood, time, and life itself—molding this land into what it is today. I have fought through endless wars, spilled enough blood to make rivers, and carved an empire out of chaos. Basgiath dominates the seven realms. We are unmatched in warfare, in the forging of weapons, in the construction of mighty cities. No kingdom dares challenge us, and none can match what we’ve built. We are called barbarians not because of how we look, but because of how w

One particularly knotted thread connected several neutral lords directly to the prince. Caelan stepped forward one pace, voice calm and measured, carrying the quiet intelligence that had become his greatest weapon. “The old laws were written in fear of power like mine. Blood of the First Kings runs in my veins—not to destroy the realm, but to strengthen it. I have felt the land itself through these stones. Disloyalty weakens us all. True unity could heal the fractured territories the southern campaign left behind.” A ripple of shock passed through the assembly. Several lords exchanged uneasy glances.

Noah recorded each order with precision. I walked to the window overlooking the city. Somewhere in those streets, Dorn was holding children who had no voice. I intended to give them one. “We need to solve all these matters in a week. The Canadian King's profile and Dorn are the targets we need to hit in a week, because both are connected to smuggling and I am sure they are the only two filth who have the treasure in their grip.” The word “treasure” left my lips, heavy and deliberate, carrying a weight no one in the room could perceive. My chest tightened, a coil of anger, protectiveness, and the raw sting of loss.