Varian And The Seven Kingdoms Novels & Stories

“I need to know the truth—everything. My life has been filled with lies and shadows, and I won’t let this be another one.” He sighed deeply, rubbing his temples as though the weight of his knowledge had become too much for him. “The truth is a dangerous thing, child. Varyn’s power wasn’t just physical—it was magical and corruptive, and it twisted everything it touched. He was a being of darkness, a tyrant who sought to overthrow the very fabric of life itself. His name was erased from history for a reason. He was bound by powerful wards, sealed away by forces older than even the Kingdom itself. But those seals—those wards—are weakening.”

“This throne polluted with blood and greed?” “That throne is our hope…” “You say that after everything you have just seen?! You will give up something bigger for a small throne?" he raged. Mare stared defiantly at him even though his words stirred something inside her. The prophecy was far bigger than she ever knew. “What I have just seen is a trick and nothing more.” She stepped back and dipped her head. “Six kingdoms? Dragon lords? You do not have a dragon, I have a dragon and now you have cooked up a tale to sway me from that which I must do.”

In this world of fantasy and magic, Seven Kingdoms stood tall. Each of them, named after one of the seven sins, each of them representing one of the seven races inhabiting this world. Among them, there was the race of humans, and their kingdom was called Lustburg, named after the most hedonistic of all the sins, the sin of lust — representing the relentless passion and prolific desire the race representing it, humans, instinctually held. comment

the old woman said in a flat voice. I started explaining in detail about our world. How we were split into seven kingdoms: two werewolves, two vampires, two shapeshifters, and one merfolk. I told them how my family had been successful with their respective mates. From my parents down to my siblings. All of them weren’t rejected by their mates. I told them what would happen if the fated mate rejects the other, how we will never have another one again, and how painful it would be if they rejected the other when a connection has already been established.

This obnoxious feeling he has towards her, that he thought had long since faded, is coming back to him. 'My aunt? She's gentle and kind, believe me. There's nothing to be scared about!' he recalled Anne's voice out of the blue. "To put it simply, I . . am the living vessel of the four Witches' blessings combined." *** Love, Charity, Courage, Humility, Pledge, Baptismal and Justice, the Gods of heavenly principles each gave birth to the uprising of the Seven Witches. There were no preserved record of the Seven's identity. And as for Serina, she was only introduced into four of them — including her late master.

he responded firmly. King Nebula nodded in disagreement, "That is not possible, we both know that. His ancestors has been head of our kingdoms since the days of our fathers and we have all maintained peace, why do you want to plant a seed that won't yield and good fruit?" He inquired. A soft evil chuckle escaped from King Fabian's mouth as he rubbed his palms together. He walked closer to the eager king, a grin appeared on his face, "Will it be possible when seven kingdoms are against me..?" He asked, to the shock of King Nebula, who immediately understood his plans.

“Explain now, Verphegor.” “Hmph, you’re no fun.” “Verphe!” “Okay, fine!” He grumbles and crosses his arms over his chest. His playful demeanor seems to dissipate and be replaced by something troubled. Even though I can’t see his expression through his mask, it was the way that he carried himself that got me worried. “Do you know how there are seven apocalyptic princes?” “Yes.”

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.

King Varyn P O V I am King Varyn of Eldoria, ruler by blood and conquest, and for two long years I have waged a silent war against my own desires. The throne room feels colder tonight despite the roaring braziers. I sit alone on the massive golden throne, my black silk robe open, one hand lazily stroking my thick, heavy cock as it throbs in my fist. The crown rests heavy on my brow, a reminder of the power I wield over every soul in this kingdom — including her.

His mind has been tumultuous since the day that his mother barged inside his chambers in the Rogue capital with Raimere in tow. A glimpse of the memory of that day would send a dull ache on his temples. The marriage seal ring on his finger glowed once before settling into a silent mark, as if it did not hold his freedom for one whole year. As the Grand Heir of the Valerius King clan that bypassed his older brother in the inheritance line, Varyan has always been the troublemaker that could not be managed by anyone in the family. He likes to stir up a storm and leave as if he did not just raise a city-wide chaos.