The Warlord's Lovely Prize Novels & Stories

The prince held his gaze further, like he was daring him to speak now. “Prepare the warriors.” The words were final. The warlord didn’t respond this time. So Prince added— “Or I will find someone who will.” That landed hard. It was a fine line drawn… The room fell completely silent after that. No one argued again or pushed further. The prince stood slowly. “We will move soon,” he said. And with that— He turned and walked out. Mooncrest was soft and calm as ever.. A warm ray of sunlight poured through, the lands were quiet and peaceful.

"It made me shine like a star. The warlord took one of the strands of my long, dark hair on his fingers and curled it gently. The sparkle in his eyes left me in ruins. He never seemed so human as at that moment, contemplating me as his favorite work of art. "My queen and star negrå," he said, depositing a long kiss on my mouth.

He hated being tortured by the king, but he let him have the pleasure. "Do you still remember my Hy?" "The warrior who was murdered by the novice from Tulga?" "Quite right, that one." Lata remembered very well how they had managed to capture the Hy warrior. He ran into four Askharic scouts at the snow-covered pass, quite by accident. Of course, the scouts had recognized the incredible importance of their catch and immediately started their way back. Every child in Askhar knew that a wildly imprisoned hy was a highly valued commodity among the nobles, and that the people of exaltation loved to adorn themselves with them as with precious jewels. And whoever succeeded in taming a warrior of thi

Kabir said in an overly excited tone. "What dude, seriously?" Another voice chimed in. "Yeah, dude. Sometimes I think she is in love with our tiger." At this comment, she furiously turned around and found five boys along with smirking Abraham and Kabir. She glared at them heatedly. "Oh, here she is!" Kabir posed as though he were surprised at seeing her. He stepped forward and threw a smug smile her way. "Missy! Today is a party regarding this victory and you'll be our guest of honor!" Kabir said winking

"So, what's the blockade strategy, Master?" "Don't let the enemy troops get in front of the fortress. It's like what your father did. He didn't want the enemy to set foot in front of the village gate. That's a good blockade strategy." After giving a lecture on how to be a warlord, Hudde then taught Brockley how to be a true King. This was because the written rule was that a King of Glory must also be a Warlord. Avraam made that decision for obvious reasons. "Brockley, do you know what that reason is?"

I just let my head fall back, closing my eyes. I had won. Martha kept her hand. Cillian kept his kingdom. Selene kept her crown. As they dragged me backward across the icy stones toward the dark entrance of the dungeons, I opened my eyes one last time. I looked up at the high platform. The Warlord King had turned his back to the courtyard. He was offering his arm to Princess Selene, leading his beautiful, victorious bride back inside the castle to prepare for their wedding.

“As your blood now flows in each other's veins, so has your lives become entwined. You are now one being, two halves of a whole. I now pronounce you mates.” At the chief priest’s words, the Lycan king smirked, claiming her in front of everyone. “No, not mate. You’re my war prize.” Esme looked away in fear, pulling her hands from his. Dear goddess, what had she gotten herself into?

the warrior asked me again. Without further ado, I knew that I had to give an answer. "If you promise that my maid, Ophelia, my assistant, Andreas, and the people who supported me are safe and sound, I’ll marry you." For a while, the Crimson Warrior was looking at me with his emerald green eyes. "It's a deal then," he responded. ***

shouted Crown Prince. The enemies became frightened as their general is dead. They all begin to panic and started running back towards their homeland. Crown Prince could hear his soldiers cheering in victory! “Go Crown Prince! The dragon empire lives on!” shouted his men. “Bella, I did it. I won the war in two months. My precious love, I’m coming.” He looked into the moon’s light and pray that she was doing fine wherever she is. “Crown Prince, what’s your command,” said Braum.

Even the common homes are finer than before, made of grown quartz or marble and shaped for the needs of each resident. Even the scarred fields seem to be coming back to life. Smiling, I let my fingers brush against a hedge of starflower jasmine. We had a bush like this back at home in Ridgewood Manor. It was one of Primus’ favorites, a wedding gift from the Celestials to the Imperial City upon the marriage of their monarchs.