Woven Kingdom の小説・ストーリー

I asked, remembering the story I was told about the Fae that blessed the Alastians with their kingdom, but I had no idea it was because of war. "Yes, the war of the Fae, to put simply, was a time of grave famine crossing all of the kingdoms across Azara. The humans all came to be healed but soon our magic was wearing out and we have nothing left to give, they took that as selfishness and destroyed our homes and killed many of us. The magic users came to help but they failed as mass hysteria rose throughout our own Kingdom we had no choice but to surrender." As she spoke I could feel the anxiety and depression they must have felt all those centuries ago. "Okay, I understand that but how did t

The Kingdom of Londeve, previously hailed as the 'Land of Flowing Life,' is the nation that worships the 'God of Birth and Baptismal' since the ancient times. Its topography before the destructive events from a century ago was truly magnificent and a marvelous sight to behold. From above, it appears to be an archipelago on a shallow sea where the minor islands encircling the city capitol are connected by stone bridges. The main city was located at the largest island, looking like a huge fountain where the clear blue sky and water meets. However, today, evidence of its former glory are just the barely preserved paintings handcrafted by those who had the opportunity to witness its divine beaut

My trembling hands pushed away the curtain, and the blinding morning light made me squint, but I struggled to keep them open to take on the grand sight outside this carriage. Towering ivory walls reaching up to fifty meters, seemingly reaching for the horizons, and a luxurious blackwood double-door gate embossed with a ruby-eyed ebony wolf howling to the heavens highlighted by golden lines, as if the giant black wolf with blood-red eyes is ready to leap out of the gate and massacre its enemies. The entrance to the core power territory of the Rogue kingdom exudes a terrifying momentum of bloodshed and carnage. It perfectly fits the image of the Rogue werewolf race that I have learned and hear

She heaved a sign of relief, she thought she annoyed him by her questions. The descendant of the moon pack kingdom married the mystic race dragons crown prince, so she became their queen and her generations were mixed blood, that of a dragon and a werewolf. Back to the moon pack kingdom, the kingdom is the largest and also the richest kingdom of the werewolves. Though the five kingdoms have been in peace with each other, but in recent years, they have been planning against each other, but has never fought before due to the oath sworn by their ancestors, anyone who fight against his brother nation would bring utter destruction and choas to his kingdom, the powers of the oath was also passed

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

She held my hand, urging His Majesty to bring my marriage forward because she feared I would regret this. His Majesty looked pleased, too. He and my husband-to-be, Gideon Swain, were blood brothers. Naturally, the bond between them was stronger than others. I knew little about Gideon, even in my past life. All I knew was that he had a reputation for being a devil incarnate. He was stationed with the army in Morbeck with the task of guarding the nation's borders and rarely returned to the capital. That was why none of the noble ladies in the capital wanted to marry him.

"Thank you." "Do not thank us. You earned this. You proved that the pattern is worth saving." The Weavers fade. The shimmering threads disappear. The Eastern Wastes return to their desolate silence. I stand alone, exhausted but triumphant. "We did it," Kael says, his voice filled with wonder. "I did it. We did it. All of us." We ride home. The sun sets behind us. The moon rises, silver and bright. The weeks pass. The kingdom heals. The pattern is stable. The Forgotten are part of the kingdom.

Every single eye in the crowded hall shifts straight toward my exposed chest. Inside the supreme Adebayo Dominion, the king’s chosen mate is the biggest reflection of their border territory's total dominance. Even if a wolf is treated like a captured slave in the dark rooms, his outer look before the rival clans must stay totally flawless to show off the warlord's massive power. Earlier, when my hands covered the stitched emblem, the guests all thought my tunic was cheap garbage from a nameless omega rogue. But the tight, beautiful line cuts and the thick, heavy wool already hinted at a very special master weaver.