Tv Tropes Kingdom Hearts 3 の小説・ストーリー

She asked to be sure if her Lady was really listening to her. May nodded and gestured for her to continue. "Now let's move to the people you'll most likely come across, the seven princes. Kingdom of the great Wohsland is blessed with seven handsome princes, I'll start with the first prince. The first prince; prince Amory is the crown prince and is known to be the future ruler of the kingdom. He has a good reputation and he is also known to be a peacemaker. There are rumours that he is the King's favourite. The second prince; prince Logan is a good warrior and he is also knowledgeable but he can be really intimidating, you should avoid him." Arin warned her Lady before she continued with her

“Monster? How can you call him that? I know there are so many rumors surrounding him but hasn’t the poor man proven himself enough? In my honesty he is the only one fit to sit on the throne.” “Only him? Then what about the people’s favorite? The third prince; Prince Klaus ?” Hope bit her lower lip. The third prince was someone she admired and fancied about. She wasn’t sure if she idolized him or romanticized him. He was also a capable candidate to being King. He was warm and kind to his people. He was also very smart, intelligent and skilled. He simply had qualities of a king unlike his other two brothers Prince Daniel and Prince Aston those two are useless like used toilet paper. All they k

Not that I cared, but as my Father would always say, a happy Kingdom is a happy Ruler. It could have worked for the others, but I doubted it would work for me. I suspected that anything would ever make me happy like she had. “The Kingdom is saying that you might have to step down because they want an Alpha with a mate, a Luna.” Elder Hampton added, then paused, expecting me to talk. I was about to say something when I heard the door open and the clicking sounds of heels approaching. A smile curled up my lips. Just in time for my show, little doll.

He asked, eyeing the man lying across Sir Hunder's horse. I regarded the other King for a few seconds before I looked behind him. The three people he'd brought had a sour look on their faces, clearly not liking how close their King and I were standing. They look at him as if they are ready to sacrifice their lives for him if it comes to it. I looked back at King Ezgard. "If you even think about tricking me, then think again. Because I will not hesitate to wipe your Kingdom clean and finish what my father started thirty years ago."

“I believe the war happened before you were born. They made you, the keys made you. I don't know how but I am sure they had to form it somehow. They are the guardians of the world.” I closed my eyes, repeating the words from memory: “Three crowns forged by sea and war. Three hearts bound to the same flame. When blood and essence align once more, The gate shall tremble at her name.” Kai, who had been quiet, stepped forward slowly, tension coiled in his shoulders. “Three kings. Us. That’s why the siren inside you pulled us. Why we were… chosen. She wanted us to sleep with you…to take our…essence.”

“The absolute power of the Lycans is rivaled only by the Witches’ Kingdom. After them comes our kingdom—the Dragon Kingdom. Then the Kingdom of Sirens and Mermaids, and finally your people, the Seers. This is the natural balance, and nothing can change it. Therefore, this must simply be a false prophecy and meaningless vision. And whenever something threatened the balance of the kingdoms, we killed it and erased its existence entirely. I don’t believe anyone here has forgotten that.” “Your power lies only in destruction and ruin. My kingdom, however, is known for wisdom and enlightened vision. Comparing us is impossible.” Morvian replied with arrogance he didn’t even bother hiding, instantly

The alternative is just not acceptable. The sun has long since risen, though not yet directly above us, and the day is warm. It’s a pleasant change from the constant cold of Dema Mortem, although, now that I’m a vampire, I shouldn’t be so affected by it. The sea of green surrounding us never changes; we run for hours but the forest never seems to thin. “Ask him which kingdom we’re in,” I say to Danika, my curiosity getting the better of me. She relays my question and my father’s wolf’s voice rumbles through my head once again, deep, and powerful, “We are still in my kingdom, but this forest expands into all three kingdoms, as well as the City of Eternal Flame.”

Bane, however, seemed to grin at that as he stretched out along the railing in front of us, being sure to whip his tail over it to show off his full size as he took up at least eight feet of the railing from the tip of his snout to his tail before yawning just to show off the razor-sharp teeth lining his jaws. "So, you must be Aria Primrose then. I heard your father was unsuccessful in acquiring you for your marriage contract to one of my loyal advisors. It's too bad, you would've made a lovely bride." The king said, and I felt his slimy gaze roam over my body as I fought the shiver that crawled up my spine at his slow perusal. Taking a breath, I channeled just a little of that "fuck everyth

We walk through doors that are way too big, down halls that go on forever, past servants who stare and nobles who whisper. Then we reach the throne room doors. "Father's waiting," Damon says. "Try not to embarrass us." "No promises." Kieran grins. "I like her." The doors open. The King sits on a throne of gold and bones. Old, powerful, eyes that miss nothing. He looks at me. Then at his sons. Then back at me. "So," he says. His voice sounds like gravel. "This is the rogue who's bonded to all three of my heirs."

Back and forth. “You imagined it,” I muttered under my breath. “It was the lighting. The music. The champagne.” But the memory burned too clearly, the purple light. It wasn’t symbolic, it wasn’t imagination. It was the mark of the mate bond. Visible only to the bonded pair. I wasn’t supposed to see it. Unless… “Ugh!” Frustration ripped out of me as I dragged both hands through my hair. Maybe this was another one of their games. The triplets had always been dangerous in their own way. Charming when they wanted something. Ruthless when they didn’t get it. Maybe this was some elaborate psychological trap, a cruel manipulation designed to destabilize me.