Woven Kingdom Novels & Stories

These weren’t just any werewolves, they were from the Azar clan, the largest and most feared of them all. Their former king, Khaos, had been ruthless beyond measure. Now, his eldest son Marcus had taken the throne… and was currently locked in a cell. That kind of move wouldn’t go unanswered. Capturing the king of such a powerful clan wouldn’t be seen as justice, it would be seen as weakness. As an insult.

"That crappy orchard your brother bought. It’s got quite a bit of rosemary in it. Ha! Not only has that dump never made a single dime, we still have to pay a crew to maintain it every year." A thought flickered in my mind. I knew that place. The orchard sat on a ruined silver mine, its trees drawing on the soil and the breath of silver for years, gaining a power to ward off evil. The Haunts came with the wind, but silver tamed the wind. Those trees were worth far more than my mother and brother could ever imagine. If my infant spirits had wielded weapons made from that wood, they would have been unstoppable.

"We stand here this morning in a place that didn't exist two days ago. A palace built by our queen's power. And now, it's time to formalize what we've built. To declare ourselves not just a camp of outcasts, but a kingdom." Cheers erupted. "I declare the establishment of the Rogue Kingdom," Raven announced. "With the Northern Timberlands as our first territory." He gestured to Aria. "Your queen, Aria of the Silver Fang." Then to Garrett. "And your Beta, who will help build our kingdom's future."

These were not mere subjects to be cowed by brute force; they were proud, territorial, and fiercely independent creatures, their loyalty a prize worth considerable effort to secure or, failing that, subvert. The kingdom’s werewolves were a fragmented tapestry, woven from diverse lineages and steeped in centuries of animosity. From the stoic mountain packs of the Grey Peaks, whose honor was as unyielding as their granite homes, to the swift, forest-dwelling sprites of the Whispering Woods, whose magic was as elusive as moonlight, each pack possessed its own unique culture and its own deeply ingrained prejudices. Valerius and Isolde, with their keen understanding of this volatile landscape, sa

The last piece of the original network falls. The name was Rudo Vann. Not lycan, not entirely human something between, a category the existing governance frameworks had never adequately addressed, which was exactly the kind of category that someone wanting to operate in both worlds without being fully subject to either would deliberately cultivate over a lifetime.

The king saw, on the cold dirt at the foot of the high table, a young woman in a green wedding gown lying on her side with her dark hair fanned across the cobblestones and her left hand flung out across the dirt and a small old grey ribbon tied around her left wrist. The king of Velmoria looked at her. The king of Velmoria kept looking at her. The two warriors who had been riding ahead of him drew rein and waited for his signal. The two warriors riding behind him drew rein and waited for his signal. The two witches in the deep blue robes did not wait for his signal — they sat very still in their saddles and stared at the woman in the green wedding gown on the cobblestones and one of them lif

We have now entered the Elemental kingdom. The academy is located in the center of the five palaces. The Elemental Kingdom, Fire Kingdom, Wind Kingdom, and Earth Kingdom were the five kingdoms, with the Elemental Kingdom being the most powerful. That's why we got to the Elemental Kingdom so swiftly. Instead of a horse, there was a pegasus running as we exited the carriage. In this world, nothing is normal. Everything is odd. We immediately recognized the Queen and King. They greeted us. We approached them and bowed. They both nodded.

She meets up with me being persistent. "Only if you tell me why you came to the kingdom and not bothering to inform me," I stop turning to face her. Her white locks turned brown, due to the amount of dyes she put in them to enable her walk freely amongst the humans, as they cascade down her shoulders, so as her white eyebrows also turned black, with the makeup she put on them.

Earth, a world far behind in the evolution scheme, was their world's problem once again. The Five Ruling Kings of the Welkin Kingdom weren't pleased to know that there could be witnesses despite the inconvenient time the castle was attacked. And one of them, King Trevino, the fat and red-skinned, bald head Welkin, is conspiring to do something that hasn't been done in a million years.