Dwarven King Romane & Geschichten

“Carry on then.” “Good.” King Rafael, Nate’s uncle and the king of Vampires, snorted. “At least now you’ll know your own faults!” “Our fault?” I raised a brow at him. “Tell me how that is mine and my sister’s fault that we were born of royal blood.” “My dear, your existence alone is dangerous for our kingdom. Do not take this into offense.” Lukin, the king of the dwarves, was giving me a pitiful look like he was sorry for me. Well, at least he has the sense to be sympathetic.

We are surrounded. In each path a different species and their rulers appear. Fae Queen, Goblin King, Dwarf King, Human King (who knows of the supernatural) Witch Queen and King and so on. "Ha, an ambush. What? If I don't allow you to knock me up, you'll force my hand?" The Witch king steps forward "No, you'll come with me" I look the hippy/surfer cross, up and down. That is no Nazgul "Beg your pardon?" The look on his queens face tells me she'd also like to know. One by one they all declare a claim on me.

He turned around as soon as he heard the click of the door. "Greetings, his Majesty. You called for me?" Lenn asked, bowing at him. The king sighed. He thought for several moments trying to formulate the words. He looked tired. "You might now know about the upcoming war." He looked at Lenn who nodded. The King took another pause and continued, "This isn't going to be a normal war with weapons." "Isn't the Dark Lord a human, his Majesty?" Lenn asked, being bemused. "He was never a human Lenn, nor can be said of any creature, who doesn't have any heart. To answer your question, he is a witch. Black witch." The King replied.

They all welcomed him with a round of applause. "The Two Tower masters ; Darrow May and Jamila Jez." They also clapped. "The Eleven Vampire elders!" "The Six Dragon elders!" "His Royal Highness, king Zack Of the Dragon Kingdom and His Royal Highness king Dur Of the vampire Kingdom!" "Her Royal Majesty, Queen Ann of the Vampire Kingdom" (The mother of the twelve dragons. The Queen of the Dragon Kingdom has gone on an eternal slumber, after she gave birth to her twelve dragons.)

Hundreds of years have passed. Echor build 5 kingdoms named: Alpenglow where the powerful and wealthy creature ones live. Alamort, the cursed kingdom where the evil creatures of Echor come from. Raconteur, the kingdom of the dwarves who take the lead in making weapons. Habromania, the flying kingdom that is isolated from everyone where simple elves live. They avoid getting into trouble that's why they're called 'The Lonely Kingdom'. And finally, Ataraxia, where the creatures called 'Muggles' live quietly and simply They lived quietly, and without any disturbance.

As soon as the man appeared, the crowd either knelt or bowed in unison once again. “Greetings to the Dravon War King!” The man was none other than Wyot Dalibor, the Dravon War King who ranked sixth among the Jademora Empire’s Thirteen Warriors. Wyot raised his hand in response to their greetings, casting Zared a sideways glance. Adair hurriedly said, “Dravon War King…” Wyot waved his hand dismissively.

He was dressed in an intricate ensemble of only a robe that left his chest peaking through it, showcasing his hard muscles bigger than that of Seff. His face looked familiar but still a lot harsher than any Lycan's I had seen before. In a way he could be called dangerously beautiful. “Of course I am not him, I am Rozzen Darrow, the King of the Darrow Kingdom,” he said, his voice heavier and guttural, making me wonder if he ever spoke for it to sound like this.

She looked up in deep thoughts and then her features sags in defeat. "Very well then." She tells me. "I'll tell of what I know." And thus began the tale. 'There was a time when we thrived , a masterful race of warriors, our abilities left us god-like and powerful, and we stood next to gods as the magic sung in our veins, and it was a great pride to one of the Mage folk. But power comes with envy and envy left long enough comes with it's own destruction, it started with the Elder Dragon Dracul, the name for which your lover now bears, He and the first King of the West, it was they that begun what would be known as the Great Decimation.

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

She heard footsteps and turned her head to look who it was. "Dante! Oh my gods it is you!" Dante was the Crown Prince of the Northern Demon Citadel. He had bronze skin, like he had just got done tanning. His hair was indian long and black. He had beautiful blueish green eyes. Demons were almost pretty much like vampires. Their eyes hold the power rings. The more rings the more powerful. Their nails were just as sharp as well. Their ears were pointed and usually adorn with earrings. They had wings and an actual tail. Belle always made fun of Dante when he got mad at school because his tail would pop out along with his horns. Being a royal bloodline he could hide majority of his features in th