Dwarven King の小説・ストーリー

I unlock the cell opening it, walking over to him. A frown appears on his face as he stands to his feet. "You expect for my father to run away in fear? Your father's time as king has passed. My father is king and I to will be king one day. My father got the wolf from underneath your father relentless ruling once and he will again."

How hard could that be, huh? Well it turned out to be bloody damn hard! Until I met him. You see, living with those bastards of a keeper was something I'd never imagined myself doing. I was so close into thrusting my dagger into one's throat when the bad-mannered saphead rudely mention that no beast was allowed into the keeper's fortress. Even after Kedar's strange men had pleaded on my behalf, telling him that Lavi was my assigned animal protector. And by strange men, I meant dwarves. Short, ugly, mutilated face like a bag of well chewed caramel. Yes. Those dwarves. But the moment we arrived at the gates of their fortresses, they sprayed something colbalt blue like on their skins and instan

I gave a false name and took my wizard robes off to blend into the general dwarvish community before I entered so I could remain anonymous. I left the inn from the back entrance three hours before sunrise just to ensure nobody saw me. I had a long journey ahead of me and the only place for me to go now was south. I had to make my way through the major dwarf cities to reach the human and orc territories. But that was the next best place to find the knowledge I needed. The humans have the most well-known wizards, sorcerers, and warlocks of all the races. They were also the only race that managed to stay in concentrated communities besides the elves and dwarves. Half-lings were forest dwellers

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

"We need to make it back to the border quickly." Soldiers wrestled her out of the punt while another paid the captain. She watched him float away with her precious bow and quiver, the work of many days and nights. A horse was brought, and Violet clambered on. "I'm King Curzon of Ipsit and I have been searching for you for a very long time, Violet," he said, positioning his horse next to hers in the center of the procession. "You're going to make me the most powerful monarch in all the elven realms."

he whispered. Sera shook her head and let out a sigh. Young love was so complicated. Relationships were so much easier back in her day. "Dorian," she called. "Is the King home? I’ll need to pay my respects and request his permission before you treat Zedekiel." Dorian glanced over his shoulder with a reassuring grin. "That’s already been taken care of Sera. Our King would never refuse the Elf King. They’re good friends you know. But you won’t be seeing him today. He left the mountains a week ago to fight against the Shadow magic users. Word is they’re getting bolder, trying to unseal the Lord of the underworld. Our King has been hunting them down ever since."

She asked and he froze, looked around at his people. “Yes, a few brave others have attempted the same feat.” He said and Adrian clasped his hands together. “Handsome! Where are they? They are the ones that can give us first hand information about the quest, no?” Adrian asked. The king glanced at his men again, not just any man but one in particular. The dwarves used to look identical to her when she first got here but not so much anymore. She remembered the same man to be the one that had been on the dwarf king’s right hand when they took the castle over.

Patting her dress lightly and straightening up her body and a maidservant suddenly appeared from nowhere to tidy up the table. “We've to make the snake people our ally in order to prevent this constant rift between the kingdoms darling. They're strong, they've one of the best armies in the continents and their princess is beautiful. She would be Queen.” “What about Minerva?” Old Mr Gael asked. “Although she is not a dragon shifter, she holds a special place in Vincent's heart. I can see it from afar…”

I thought that with phoenix back, I could protect the pack without thinking of the decision-making aspect. Darted worriedly. What if I fail to make a good decision in the near future. I might've proven myself worthy of the position, but I could also prove myself unworthy with any slight mistake. Besides, I had never been a ruler before, I had no idea how it was being one. I was practically just following my instincts for now, but the more I sat down to think about it, the more worried I became.

Yet their presence sent a ripple of fear through the crowd that lined down the path. Even the pack warriors avoided their gaze. Kaerith’s gaze lowered to the ground. Her stomach twisted, her breath shallow. Everyone knew the stories — the Black Sun, the cursed king who rose after 1,500 years, and the monsters he made of men. They were no longer wolves. Not quite human. They were called the Dreadborns It wasn’t blood the king hungered for now… it was worse. He began to claim the daughters The Fenrir's Fang ever produced, their flesh and heat.