Woven Kingdom Novels & Stories

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

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.

It’s almost dark, and he is doing his usual end-of-day checking of the things I have learned. “All the human families who served and gained recognition during the war are given their own kingdoms to rule. So, from a single Kingdom, humans are divided into different lands. And the Pitchford is the thirteenth Kingdom founded since the war of hundred years ago.” “And the name of the original Kingdom?” “Orttenburg.” “Correct, tomorrow, we will—” “Harbin!” I look at the sound of the voice. It’s Theo. “King Eugene Theo Pitchford,” Harbin starts. “You are not allowed in this room. You have other documents that you need to finish right?”

My lessons are well rounded. From my teachings I have learned that Oremgoth is made up of four kingdoms: Jotum, Nidavelle, Heimed, and Skaldic. I found out that I was originally from Nidavelle, the land of forests. Skaldic is North and entirely on a peninsula on the sea. It tends to be in perpetual winter, only thawing out a few months out of the year. Jotum and Heimed are where much of our agriculture comes from and Heimed tends to be a bit milder in temperature, it being further south. Together these four kingdoms make up the High Kingdom of Oremgoth of which I am to become Queen as soon as I am married to the High King. That blessed union will be in one year.

He appointed his most skilled knights to train the new recruits. With the increase in resources and military strength, Alpha Caleb’s kingdom became one of the most powerful kingdoms in the werewolf clan. They had formed alliances with the best kingdoms, and they had trade relationships with many human businesses. They had a large and skilled army, and they were self-sufficient in terms of resources.

Threaded through the fabric were intricate patterns, each thread a different hue, weaving together to form a breathtaking mosaic of colors and shapes. Valen's eyes widened in awe. "What is this tapestry?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder. The Spirit Guardian's voice echoed with a sense of reverence. "This is the Tapestry of Destiny a living testament to the heroic deeds and unity that have shaped the Enchanted Realm throughout the ages."

He is handsome, I must admit. Family of Afelio, hmm. "Are you from the other dimension? The World of Vampires? I don't seem to know about your family name, sir," I said while deeply thinking about their existence. There are four kingdoms in the werewolf dimension. Kingdom Edington, Kingdom Sparta, Kingdom Hestia, and Kingdom Terra. All are classified based on power and economic standards. I wonder why Kingdon Edington still remains on top despite the cruel acts of their king.