Woven Kingdom Novels & Stories

Chapter 34 Centuries of Caputos have run this kingdom without any type of wars and here I have been queen for a year and everyone is preparing for the war no one saw coming. The kingdom of Witchland falls is my home. My whole life, generation after generation of Caputo’s has stood and faced whatever came their way no questions asked. But as I stare out the window of my bedroom at the war that's coming towards us with no way to fight back is a scary and horrible feeling.

The fabric shimmered with hues of deep crimson and silver, a nod to the united packs they now ruled over as one. An artist worked meticulously, his brush capturing every detail of the royal pair as they posed for their first King’s Book portrait. This one would mark the beginning of their reign, a symbol of the new era that had dawned with the merging of Malakai and Amani’s packs into the Kingdom of Bloodmoon.

It would be hard for Will to sneak around, even at night. From his sneaking around, and paying attention in classes. Will had learned that the kingdom this town was a part of, was a feudal monarchy. The hierarchy had the king at the top, followed by the nobles, and then came knights and commoners. The kingdom of Rothfeld, named after the royal family, considered itself a civilized and learned kingdom. To Will's surprise and relief they were civilized enough to have diplomacy with demi-humans, and even abolished slavery. Although this made Will happy, he had no illusions about Goblins. Even if they were a type of demi-human, he wasn't sure, Goblins were probably too barbaric to even be consid

The atelier smelled of ozone, hot paraffin wax, unwashed wool, and the faint, sweet copper tang of conductive silver thread cooling under a micro-solder tip. ​My thumb had gone numb three hours ago. Not from cold the floor grid radiant heat hummed a steady, tooth aching thirty eight degrees but from pressure. I was anchoring the fourth relay strip into the clavicular bias of a client ledger coat. Lord Cazar’s ceremonial harness-weave. Official measure, official seal, official lies sewn into four hundred grams of carded cashmere. Every stitch is a microscopic data bridge. Every seam is a jurisdictional compromise. ​Click.

VÁRIË The kingdom of justice and fairness, these are the clans who won't tolerate unjust and cruelty behavior. Their clan is also titled "A Poisoned Flower" for they're beauty and charm can kill and make you lose your senses. QŪILDË The kingdom of noble hunters, the beholder of water. "QUILDE" they can heal themselves, they're the only kingdom who have given a will and raise as a healer, they're clan is a strong build noble hunter and fighter. For no reason this kingdom stops connecting and having ties to the other kingdoms, like the kingdom of CÁLÄ, they close their gate and cut ties to anyone. They've been quiet and silent for centuries now and no one bothered them.

And control? Well, the dukes were obsessed with it. And don’t even get me started on the other kingdoms. I read their stats like I was reading character sheets for a MMORPG: The West Kingdom No oceans. No dungeons. But mountains for days. Good for mining. Metals, stones, smithing. Think dwarves, forges, big axes, grumpy nobles. Second most powerful, but not magical. They relied on alliances and trade. The East Kingdom Desert. Dry. Hot. Political snakes in silk robes.

They were the fighters, the protectors of civilization, and our greatest assets according to my father. There were many kingdoms, but only five that stood out in the masses. Each kingdom had an important specialty that made them vital. Arsenal was the kingdom of weaponry and war, aka, the warriors. Chamber was the kingdom of labor and construction, aka, the crafters. Remedy was the kingdom of medicine and healing, aka, the healers. Prune was the kingdom of consumption and the art of farming, aka, the farmers. My kingdom, Oceane, was the kingdom of travel and trade. It was us who brought the other four kingdoms together, forming The Royal Five. We were the kingdom that spent most of our time

We have 7 kingdoms: Starry Pack Curse, One for Wolves, Standing Bulldogs, Dark Forest, Hybrids and Fairylands. Each of the Kingdom has their trademark characteristics. Starry Pack Curse, this is Caroline's kingdom and one of the great contribution of this in our realm is their security. They had walls all over their kingdom and their security system are advance equipments gathered outside the realm by their most skilled Warriors. They are the one who are tasked to be the contributor for the realm's safety. One for Wolves, this is where most of the elders reside, they are responsible for healing and health spells. People here are the best person to come to when an unknown sickness occured bec

He said in a low voice, that made her grin like an idiot. "So bad." And he told, everything, holding nothing back, and she prayed it would be like this. Him and her, forever, come what may. °°°° ~After a fortnight~ "Men and women of Kingdom Brone! We are under siege! The Athànatoi are upon us! dark days draw near! Strong men of Kingdom Brone come forward and show your might, and fight for yours and mine, for all that was and will be, fight for Brone! May the creator Help us all!"

“This, sister, is the kingdom of Etherios. You and I are the daughters of the fallen King Samael. Your child is to inherit the throne.” Mitzie stood from her seat, eyes and mouth wide open, trying to take in all that she was seeing. It looked something like a cross between a vast Roman Empire, and a Medieval Kingdom. She didn’t know how that was possible when they were two vastly different looks, but somehow, they worked well together here. There were no other persons around, but she somehow knew there were others that were there. "I really don’t understand. I mean, I love to dream…or excuse me, would love to believe this, but I really don’t know how any of this is possible,” Mitzie said in