LORD OF THE CROWNS - Guillaume Mwamba (books to read for beginners .txt) 📗

NEW ARISING THREATS IN REFUGE

‘Most luxurious estate is from Lillian-valley about seven miles away. Exaltation is an underground government mega as meeting palace studies structure by nothing but all pure gold with its miles away hallways go further and beyond below that are ridiculously huge and at the end of the hallway gigantic door. Multiple elevators that can take you down but, on the surface, seem normal but underground it is something extraordinary.  

Exaltation has everything, I mean the tallest skyscrapers, built with nothing but pure-gold, children my age and some not. Meaning small houses up to mega-mansions, bigger and biggest stores, rich with poor businesspeople, and all kinds of clothes in stores as we were walking. First, Exaltation was the organization of royal crowns' meeting base, but corruption, murder, and conspiracies overwhelmed everyone within the organization. Till Headmistress’ young cousin Luke Mor. W. Wood destroyed all the former crowns because he wanted the throne. Headmistress Pathway was heading to her throne room, while Luke Mor. W. Wood and his wife Maovu Menace who was ageless already, but Headmistress Pathway almost vanquished them and ended them both but escaped away from their lives.  

Maovu Mor. W. Wood, ageless, is the most gorgeous chaotic woman most fearsome by all, she has pale skin, wears a darkest garment, a hooded cloak, longer fingernails painted noir with claws fingers, she has nostrils of a serpent, brightest yellow eyes, and marched barefoot. Mor. W. Wood did not do it alone, he destroyed with half councils that he manipulated to overthrow Headmistress Pathway from her Queenship, but the Headmistress defeated them all and left Mor. W. Wood is half dead. Maovu Mor. W. Wood’s lovely wife did everything, made a deal with the old adversary with her soul for her and her husband to be ageless.  

Luke Mor. W. Wood now ageless, attacked the second time, destroyed all the former crowns who refused to bow down to him as their ever-live regime ruler, and brought the Exaltation to desolated with nothing but engulfing by silhouettes. After he burned Exaltation’s underground chamber of crowns, still before Luke smote all those who were against him for them, he wrote his most famous name fearsome by all Wormwood on the wall. After this incident, Pathway and the other crowns arrived a little bit too late where everything burned to ashes, and Wormwood with his partner in plan Maovu out of sight. Whereas another government organization was restructured elsewhere within Olive estate and now one it is whereabouts location. Till that call dawn, rain pours down cats and dogs gently, and a peculiar woman marched on the ruin longest hallway towards the gigantic entrance.  

Her head was covered in nothing but a thick darkest cloak, a long noir garment, and no one could see what her face looked like. Expect her hands were pale, dark painted nails, and her fingers were like sharp claws. She flung the huge door wide open, walked some more inside, tapping her foot, and everything refined to perfection but without any light. In front of her, the head, giantin longest bearded statue sculpted in darkness, mouth open, both sides a river poisonous acid venom as the darker wide enough golden pathway amid the river, and to both sides three skillful dark knights at the statue’s entrance. Unrevealing herself where her eyes were maliciously bright yellow, curly short hair, and rage seemed in eyes.  

“Majesty. I could not believe that you would come.” the old man gulped.  

“Herod, my old friend. And why did you summon me here?” asked the woman.  

“Maovu this information is extraordinarily important. Still, you are the judge in the courtroom of Pathway, but you do not know that your husband’s cousin is the cause of his misfortune!” Herod cackled.  

“Meaning? Would you mind telling me this person?” Maovu asked.  

“Um, Headmistress Pathway had welcomed the murder of your husband. And what do you call his name? Huh-yes, the child only who lived,” Herod answered.  

“Wait. Do you mean other than the infamous boy here by all forces of evil?” Maovu blinked.  

Nothing could hold her as she was overwhelmed with rage, Maovu spoke into this unknown tongue, and a gigantic Anaconda came out of the statue’s mouth. Nioka is Wormwood's serpent, a gigantic Anaconda. 

“Majesty. And what brings you here?” The Anaconda hissed.  

“Nioka! Would you mind telling me where the boy who defeated my husband lived?" Maovu asked.  

“Exactly, Majesty. I can still smell him from a mile away, he usually takes young Potter’s girl to the playground.” Nioka answered.  

“Still is there someone I could send there? While I paid a visit to my old rival’s mega-palace, terrorizing her school from inside out. Man, this is truly going to be glorious. She will be worth turning as the Headmistress. Wait! Who will go with me?” Maovu paused.  

“Majesty, I am very glad to see you.” Interfere the hissing voice. Maovu turned around today and met her Anaconda. Sebastian is Imana's serpent, a gigantic Anaconda. 

“Sebastian. And look who has returned from the dead?” Maovu chuckled.  

“Very funny, Maovu. Still, how about if I pay a visit to this child who lived,” Sebastian said.  

“Marvelous. Then the plan is settled. And come on Nioka let us get out of this place,” Maovu snickered.  

Maovu turned around, grimaced at Herod, but before he could react, Sebastian curled around him and crushed him to death. Nioka slid away in the fastest and was out of Maovu and Sebastian’s sight. Sebastian gulped Herod's corpse whole with thrill. Moments later that evening Headmistress Pathway what is coming out was coming out the royal empty council chamber. All four of her fellow crowns and friends went ahead of her and disappeared out of Pathway’s sight. Pathway senses an uncomfortable presence down her spine, she felt like someone was watching her every move, her shepherd can rod was prepared, and she was holding in her hand while marching towards the hallway of Refuge’s school.  

“Sheba, forgive me. Would you kindly point to me where the child who lived that I might crush him out of existence? Or face my fury wroth?” Whispered the voice. 

"No idea. I have no idea what you are talking about! Headmistress Pathway answered. My goodness. Your Majesty. Seems as if you are still the same. That is what I hate so much about you. And just you wait when I am done with you, I am heading on the last her plain to the throne,” Maovu cackled.  

Headmistress Pathway look in front of her and met her rivalry Maovu. Not a chance! And who is this last crowned heir you are talking about? Pathway asked. Um, er- seriously Elisheba? You want me to say this?” Maovu roared.  

“Be my guest, my friend. “Because I do not know what you are talking about. And step out of my way Maovu!” Pathway warned.  

After the Headmistress’ eyes, turn into the color of flaming fire while Maovu moved backward in a further distance for a moment. 

CROWNED HEIRESS OF MINE

She then charged after the old woman with her sharp claws with her superhuman strength. Headmistress Pathway pointed her rod at the incoming Maovu with the swarm of her darkness, and the consuming fire come out of Pathway’s rod. Vanquished the incoming Maovu screeched in pain because of its brightest light, and she was burned by the consuming fire of God’s Spirit power as she screamed in agony. Headmistress Pathway surrounded by the luminous light which marched towards the defenseless Maovu. Headmistress Elisheva Ransom Pathway, ninety-eight, is a Dominican British American woman. She is the most attractive, although she is over seventy, has long white hair, is fearsome most by the legion of darkness, blue lighter eyes, wears a light grey hooded cloak always to her feet, a cleaner white dress inside that reaches her feet and brown boots. 

“Mind telling me who is this crowned heir of mine,” Pathway asked.  

Maovu shrieked in laughter, stood up, and used that power that crashes with Pathway’s consuming fire. That is where the conflict began, but Pathway was becoming weary and was panting extremely hard.  

“To tell you who is the last heir to your throne. Let us see...one the lineage girl whose parents died eleven years ago.” Maovu responded.  

“Um, you mean the remaining girl whose last name is Rançon?” Pathway asked.  

Lumière Lionel Rançon, eleven, is third in our team and a breathtaking, enchanting, cutest, gorgeous girl. She has energetic light blue eyes, wears her Christmas red sweater, light gold jeans, and winter boots. She has noir puffy hair, tiny, and is a mixed afro Native-American.  

“Exactly, what is her first name? Oh, yes-Lumiere Leonel Rancon. Ha-ha-ha, this is perfectly wonderful. And I believe it time for me to say long live the Queen-ah!” Maovu screamed.  

Later, Pathway stood up her ground firm, tapped her rod on the earth as the luminous light shone, and transported Maovu somewhere very further away.  

“No! This cannot be, Elisheba! I will be back marked my words. Marked my words, ha-ha-ha!” Maovu cackled maliciously.  

Till Leib with the rest of the crowns came in and their doorwoman Imani came in. Leib Hopewell, sixty, mixed Native-American, seven feet tall, curly puffy short haircut, professional beard, and bright light blue eyes. Wear a golden khaki long-sleeve hooded cloak trench coat, dark navy pants, white long-sleeve navy t-shirt, and comfortable winter boots. Instructor Elizabeth McQueen, fifty-five, is an elegant Native-American woman. She is an old friend of mine, has long noir brunette hair, has warm caramel eyes, is kind-hearted, wears a light gray dress, a red Christmas hooded cloak, and winter shoes.  

Instructor Even Cesar, fifty, a profoundly serious American man. He despises me, but he is kinder inside. He has puffy brown hair, cold-hearted darkest green eyes, wears all navy clothes, a light hooded cloak, and winter boots. Instructor Eve McCain, forty-three, Afro Australian American woman. She is kinder inside, loved me like her own all heart, and she is the wife of the late Dr. McCain. She has short curly hair, cold-hearted darkest green eyes, white clothes, a grey hooded cloak, and tapping boots. 

“Headmistress Pathway! Are you all, right?” Mcqueen asked.  

“Maovu! Maovu escaped the dungeon. And now she is seeking revenge on her husband’s defeat. I believe with him coming here with this new arising threat, young Liam is in great danger if he comes here. Could I have someone to keep a close watch on Liam Mvuela-?” Pathway paused.  

“Would take the honor of keeping an eye on young Liam Mvuela.” Interrupted the voice.  

Headmistress Pathway glanced in front of her and saw Imani one of her trusted friends and faithful servant to the Mordon family. Imani Elie Leon, seventy, is an African American woman. She is the most attractive, in her fifties, servant to the Mordon family, has long short hair, is fearsome most by the legion of darkness, bright brown-haired person eyes, wears a worn not grey hooded cloak always to her feet, a worn-out navy dress inside and golden old boots. 

“Imani, excellent. And I pleaded with you to visit old Nicodemus and tell him not to allow