Woven Kingdom Novels & Stories

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.

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® THE POWER OF THE TWIN **Kingdom of Natus** My Lord.. my Lord. The priest of shenaz, ran into the Hall panting hard. He has never seen this kind of thing before. It frightens him. What is Hakki? King Leon asked. It's... It's about the kingdom of Athopa. He said. What about them? King Leon stood up. Anything concerning the kingdom of Athopa, he's always there to listen.

Instead, she looked down at the kingdom she would one day inherit. 'The Wingless,' she realised with a dawning sadness for them. For those who were born without flight, "They were, and always have been, the unseen spine of the Raven Kingdom. They hauled stone for the towers and castles they'd never ascend, stoked forges that armored winged warriors who dismissed their existence, and wingless buried the same dead who'd once scorned them. Yet there, in the fire's heart... in forges... they were their own sovereigns." No noble could endure the hours of blistering heat that toughened their hands into living leather, not without setting fire to their wings and forfeiting them anyway, the princess

Wearing only thin clothes, barefoot. “Welcome to the Kingdom of Voneveir!” That voice was so familiar in his ears. Alexis can never be wrong about it. It was his son, Allan. "Your Majesty, Do you have any last words for your people?" Being humiliated like a criminal who purged innocents, does he really deserve to receive such disgrace? “Your homeland whom you loved…” Remembering every sleepless night he had in order to manage every problem his kingdom is facing… “… your people whom you cherished… “

Today was the cotton harvest season here in the Rising Diamond pack. It was a fruitful year again because we got to harvest more cotton this year. Cotton was one of the main agricultural products of the Sowinski Kingdom. We sold and distributed them to the cotton fabric manufacturers here from our local area. Sometimes, we were exporting them to the three different kingdoms called Estasia Eglaria Kingdom, Yuanzhong Kingdom, and Waevalon Kingdom. I giggled as soon as I saw Desmond joining with the fellow men. He had a huge frown on his face seeing that he really didn't like harvesting cotton because it annoyed him when some of the strands of the cotton stuck to his clothes.

CHAPTER 168 THE WEAVERS Those who lived in the River Land, like the inhabitants of the River Land, were known as the Weavers of Destiny or you could just call them the Weavers and they were a unique blend of seers, artisans, and villagers who were bound by a communal understanding of the mystical forces flew by, they constructed their villages with a deep respect for the natural balance and utilizing elven craftsmanship and ancient techniques that allowed their homes to blend seamlessly into the beautiful landscape.

I narrowed my eyes at him, ignoring his teasing smirk; I wasn't in the mood. I turned to him. "Is the gift ready?" Ken nodded. "Yes, sir. I made sure it's made from the purest gold." From what I'd heard, the new mafia king loved luxury jewelry. I smiled slightly, taking deep breaths to calm my thoughts. I had to make a good impression on the Genovese family – the Don of Mexico.

For his entire adult life, he had been conditioned to view work through the rigid, linear lens of conventional employment. You traded hours for currency. You logged your time, punched your clock, submitted your weekly updates, and built a modest life around a predictable, incremental salary. If you worked harder, you hoped for a five percent annual raise. If you stayed late, you hoped someone in authority might notice when promotion season rolled around. That was the established math of the world. Harper’s off-grid network operated on a completely different set of physics. Horizon wasn't purchasing his time; they were purchasing an output that their conventional engineering teams, despite al