روايات وقصص ضمن Wrath Kingdom Of The Wicked

Was it funny? "I am fine, I am fine," Olgarias raised his chin and looked into his eyes. "Tell me the whole story, Ran." So, to follow his command, Ran started his own version of what he had been in the battle. He said that a new rival had emerged there, a powerful witch named Hadassah. Then he also informed his master that his older brother Moriah had been possessed by a real legend the Lord of Life, and after that powerful witch had vanquished him in a 'One versus One' fight, he had just disappeared in the air. Two of three portions of Moriah's army were dead and to everybody's surprise, that witch hadn't claimed for the throne. She had just winked Lord Nrikawn and also vanished in the win

"Everything that Celestia and the Alliance have told you about this war and why it's happening is a lie." I narrowed my eyes on him, but he just took a breath before looking me square in the eye and continuing. "You saw the people in there. You saw how it's driving them mad, and forcing them to shift into their alter forms. The Beastial Kingdom didn't start this war; Celestia did. They corrupted our king on the day they were supposed to sign a peace treaty. They did something to him that forced his dragon to the surface in a blind rage, instantly voiding the treaty between kingdoms, and therefore restarting the war that we were trying to end. That king came back to the Beastial kingdom after

Deimos immediately bowed his head to pay respect to his father. "Yes, I need to discuss something with you." Deimos raises his head and looks at his father. "It seems important…." "It is, I need you to choose your queen as fast as you can. Within months, the war in the southern boundary will break out again. We need to get ready…" The king stood up from his throne and then walked to the massive tables where you can see the whole land empire in Feronia and the it's boundaries.

I turned my body slightly, putting one of my legs up on the bench, so that I could look at him better without having to break my neck. “No,” he answered, looking down at the book in his hands. “I’m from the Kingdom of Vinter.” “What’s it like there?” A smile bloomed on his lips as he dreamed himself back to his place of origin. “It’s incredibly beautiful,” he started, while his gaze was locked on the leatherbound book in his hands. “It’s cold, but not freezing,” he explained. “There’s snow all year long, but everything just looks so beautiful like that, frozen in time.” Everything about him screamed love and longing. “The King of Winter is old,” he raised his eyebrows slightly. “He’s the kin

“The Queen of Wrath!“ Sam roared at last, taking his rightful place next to me. He raised his sword high, and the roar of the Wrath demons followed. The sound was deafening, terrifying, and soon the other kingdoms joined in. The entire realm seemed to shake with the force of their collective voice. The Queen of Wrath was born.

He smiled, “I’m glad you did too.” Just then, the doors opened and we locked arms. I guess I was gripping his arm a little tighter than I meant to because he mumbled, “You are cutting off the circulation to my hand, love. Relax.” I chuckled as I loosened my grip on his arm, “Sorry, babe.” He chuckled, “No problem.” When we got to the stage, we walked up the steps and stood in front of King Quincy and Queen Lori. King Quincy started, “Ladies and gentlemen, we are so pleased that you all graced us with your presence as we crown the new king and queen of The Southern Werecat Kingdom. We are so proud of our son, Sebastian, and his mate, Adele. Over the last few months, Adele has proven herself w

Seven rogues burst through from the shadows, their snarls shattering the stillness and making the atmosphere filled with noise. Dirty fur, scarred skin, desperation reeking off them. Rogues, Wolves who’d turned feral from hunger and hate. At their front, a scarred brute with teeth too yellow to be called human or wolf. “Alpha King,” he spat, his voice carrying venom. “This is the end of you and your kingdom.” I almost laughed. A smile tugged at my lips instead, dark and sharp. “Just seven of you guys consider yourselves strong enough to end I and my kingdom?” I tilted my head, mockery dripping from my tone. “I am highly offended.”

he agreed passionately kissing me fully. I was extremely blessed beyond measure. Who would have thought, a thirteen year old bastard daughter of a king would rise to become the most powerful werewolf Queen that ever lived? May our lineage live on after us. What started as a small planned rebellion against Submission, led to a tremendous victory and the Rise of the Bastards! What a twisted fate....

It was decided that in five years, I would leave my kingdom to become his queen and mate. After the claiming ceremony, I and my parents were returning to our Kingdom when we got attacked by Aardwolves—"a species of wolves who are vile and volatile, they ambushed us and we were greatly outnumbered." These wolves were led by a man called Damien, a popular rebel who shrieked fear in the hearts of people across kingdoms. After surrounding my parents and killing every last of our warriors, I watched him dig his hand into my father's chest and uproot his heart.