The Twelve Kingdoms Novel English Novels & Stories

Zara calls, and I see they've already walked into the room, so I hurry up to meet them as we stop in front of a shelf. "This row," Jana says and gestures to the row at my eye level, "is filled with history books about this kingdom, how it all started, our rulers from the first to the last, our wars, festivals, rules, everything you need to know about this kingdom is arranged here in alphabetical order." "Wow," I say as I look through the books with my eyes, my fingers already itching to pick one already and flip through pages. It's been so long since I found interest in something, it's been so long since something gave me hope.

Amara POV The storm does not quiet for the rulers of kingdoms. It greets them like an omen. Thunder rolls across the mountains long before the first delegation arrives, dark clouds swallowing the sky until the castle itself feels stranded between worlds, suspended somewhere between ruin and rebirth. By nightfall every throne has answered Sebastian’s summons. The great council chamber blazes with torchlight and old tension, massive pillars carved from black stone stretching toward vaulted ceilings painted with the history of kingdoms that once tried very hard to destroy one another.

“And the kingdoms he rules, what are their names?” “You’ve been away for far too long, brother.” Nelson, one I loathe just as the creatures of the night, strolls into the lounge with his hands in his coat. “It's rather a shame you know nothing about the vampire lord or the kingdoms he rules.” “You're not needed here, Nelson.” His bitter laugh cuts the air. “Noctara, Sanguis and Tenebris.” He steps closer, a mocking smile on his lips. “Isn't that the kingdom you're hell-bent on getting from a worthless omega's lips?”

Lastly, Jerydith, Bridith, and Cadielin formed the whole kingdom of Zelania. There were fifty-four countries and nine Kingdoms, that was before Queen Zephaniah set out centuries ago conquering clans and claiming she wanted unity, and for all the clans to be as one, and in the process began strengthening Nydisia. The other Kingdoms were enraged by her actions so they went about doing the same, conquering other clans. Now, all that is left is, three kingdoms and nine countries, more powerful than ever, and most importantly, thirsty for power.

I was trying to catch a cab home to gather my things when Rosa, overhearing that I was headed to our old place, went on the attack: "Where do you think you're going? You're divorced, that's not your home anymore. "Pack your stuff and then get out, pronto." Sebastian just watched, his face a mask of indifference. He wrapped his arm around Rosa, pulling her close and cooing, "Yeah, throw the stranger out. You're my wife, and you're the only one who gets to stay." I said flatly, "I'm moving out now." I booked a hotel online as soon as I left the church. Back at the house, I started throwing my things into my suitcase.

He collapsed into the mud, too weak to even crawl. As I looked at the figure curled up on the ground, I felt nothing at all. No fear, no satisfaction, not even a trace of pity. It was like watching a cheap farce. When everyone finally tired themselves out, the man struggled to lift his head. His face was a mess of purple and blue, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. "Selena, it's me, Cade. I'm your Wolf King. Your destined mate!" Julian strolled over casually, an elegant yet cruel smile curving his lips.

It was only a matter of time before his entire body succumbed to the flames. The throne room was silent. It was like everyone was holding their breath for the young prince, saying their goodbyes. I kept my eyes on my nephew, the last honor I could give him before he passed, when suddenly, light like I've never seen before began spreading in the room. The light seemed to have a life of its own as it went into Avani. Murmurs broke out in the throne room and all eyes turned to the werewolf girl, still kneeling on the floor, her eyes fixed on my nephew.

Nevertheless, I understand why you did not, and I wish you all the happiness in the world. I promise to keep this short, but before concluding this letter, I feel the desire to tell you of a dream that once kept me company during dark, torturous nights. It transported me to another world where grand kingdoms thrived and kings, queens, princes, and princesses reigned in splendor. In this fantastical world, you, my love, were a princess who embodied beauty and strength and even the most formidable werewolves worshipped the ground beneath your feet.

Enchanted Realm, once a bastion of peace and harmony, now stood on the precipice of darkness. The air was heavy with tension, and an ominous shadow seemed to loom over the land. The once-vibrant landscapes were now marred by signs of decay, as if the very essence of the realm was being consumed by a malevolent force.

“But yes. That’s your objective. When you kill him… you’ll be granted one wish.” “A wish?” I repeated, my chest tightening. “Yes. Any wish you desire.” My anger flickered into something else — hope, maybe. A small, dangerous spark of it. “Any wish at all?” I asked. “Any wish at all.” I swallowed hard. “What’s the plan? How do I get to him?” “The king lives far north, atop the mountain of Valengrad. That’s where his castle stands. Beware — reaching him won’t be easy. Killing him will be even harder. But it’s the only way your wish will be granted.”