Otherworldly Evil Monarch の小説・ストーリー

Sneering at him with contempt, she turned the other way. The two forces collided in the air, oppressive and overwhelming and the remaining people could only put an expression of horror, instinctively wanting to escape the scene. "Royal Father is waiting for you." Stelian's tone was stern, there was undisguised mockery in his eyes. She continued to ignore him, turning to the maid who had shrunk to the side trying to reduce her presence and ordering her. "Lead the way." The maid was startled, instinctively taking a peek at the eldest prince of the vampire race, whose countenance had darkened, as if gloomy clouds were covering his face.

"Hello. I am actually not the Blood Countess. I am Bathory Erzebeth for the first fifth of my natural life. But after that, I was more known as the Virgin Queen of B Empire, the last monarch from the House of Tudor. Nice to meet you, Princess of the East, my name is Elizabeth Tudor." "No one knows how long the system had existed. There's also no telling who and why it's created. All that can be said for sure is that every five hundred years, there will be one thousand people made into immoral hosts. Out of these thousands of people, most of the time only a fourth of them will survive to reach Level 5. The rest either died or forced to stagnate on the lower levels by those above them in their

“I swear on my life, Autumn—you’ll never suffer like that again. Never.” Lysandra stepped forward, her tone urgent, “Autumn is no ordinary woman. She is a blessed omega reborn. Her true powers lie dormant… but now that she has been claimed by love—by you, Zane—her powers have begun to awaken.” Autumn whispered, “But the ritual… it didn’t just unlock me. It brought him back too.” Lysandra nodded gravely. “Malrik has risen again. And he will come for her. But this time, she is not alone. This time, she is a queen of Zane Valerian Blackhowl.”

“I won’t let this happen, Ann. The Moon Goddess has sent us to end this endless cycle of darkness. Demrid is a vampire King, who must have drained thousands of wolves and humans to avoid the rot, quenching his uncontrollable thirst. We can’t back off now!” My soul was on fire after facing back-to-back betrayals, but my determination was firmer than ever. I could feel the fire of divine energy flowing through my veins instead of blood, urging me to accept the role of a monarch for the betterment of the entire world. I snarled at Demrid. “You can be all mighty and a sly vampire, but you are nothing without magic.

King Reagan Maximilian Valor, the tyrant king of the Lycan Kingdom. And he… he was unexpectedly my mate. I don’t want to hope too much, but since the day he came to the auction hall. I never knew I would be greedy. I want his love. I want his attention. I want everything he could give me. That dream is impossible to have. He was my mate; I should sit next to him and become the queen of this kingdom, but my fate is different. I’m here to be his breeder. My sole duty is to give him an heir.

Blake Once I depart from Savage's former pack territory, I go on a journey back to my kingdom, eager to share the impending news with my loyal demonic warriors. As the King of Hell, my reign had begun from the very moment I entered this world, but it was my mother Skyler who had ruled over the fiery realm until I was ready to assume the throne. Thus, it is at the tender age of sixteen that I officially ascended to the position of the ruler of hell, ready to embrace the responsibilities and challenges that lay ahead.

“If it doesn’t end with me sprinting for my life, sure.” Her eyes glittered. “All stories end with running. But this one begins with a world.” And she began. Nytherra, she said, wasn’t born like Earth. It was woven. The gods stitched it from shadow and storm, flame and silence, hoping to balance what had always been chaos. Wolves were given dominion over stone and sky, fae over frost and illusion, mages over the breath of air. Together they built a realm bristling with power. But when mortals slipped through cracks between realms, Nytherra grew restless. Mortals reminded the old powers of what they’d lost—fragility, brevity, hunger for meaning.

Dad’s laughter follows- low, fond - and I hear him teasing Keith in that half-English, half-something-else way he did when he was happy. “Solnishko,” he says, and Mom laughs, swatting his arm. I want to stay here. I want to turn toward the kitchen, feel the warmth of the oven, steal a slice of peach before Mom catches me. But the warmth fades. The smell changes. Rot replaces sugar. Dampness seeps into my skin. Cold crawls up my spine. It’s dark when I open my eyes. Too dark. I’m not in the kitchen. I’m not home.

This place gets weirder over time, I never understand how this happened. Caesar looked at her proudly and said to her: This place is a world other than yours. Certainly, this place is a magical world that contains all supernatural creatures that do not exist anywhere else. This planet contains many things that you do not know and you will never know about. In this world you are in Now who knows about the existence of humans is only us, i.e. the royal family. As for the rest of the kingdom, you think that humans are just myths and legends that do not exist at all, and they think that the royal family is the one who invented these things and legends about a world called the human world. The sa

And it's rare for a man been born in my mom's race. They're like 90% women. The bastard who reigns the Albtraum Kingdom is Kakoi Albatroz, from the worst royal family whoever ruled the kingdom, the Albatroz's. He's a psychopath, who's one of those rare wizards ever born ~ once his mother was a witch as well ~ who love killing people that disagree with him, who love killing innocent people, to be honest. He's almost four years older than me and to make this situation worst than ever, he's being from the witches race, and from the fae's race makes him immortal.