Battle at The Emerald Wall (Kingdom Chronicles Book 10)

A Dark Fantasy Siege in the Kingdom Chronicles

When a failed ritual unleashes an ancient terror, the balance of the Kingdom is shattered. The Black Unicorn—an entity of myth, destruction, and forgotten magic—now roams freely, leading a monstrous horde toward the mainland. Standing between the creature and the rest of the world is the Emerald Wall, a legendary fortress that has protected the Kingdom for generations.

Commander Kurath, a seasoned Troll officer of the Emerald Watch, has spent his life guarding the Wall. For him, most days pass in routine vigilance. But when a violent storm erupts over nearby Culex Island at sunset, the Watch receives a chilling warning: something is coming. By the time night fully falls, the Black Unicorn and its terrifying horde arrive.

What follows is a relentless siege unlike anything in living memory.

As the Emerald Watch fights to defend the Wall, Kurath and his trusted second-in-command, Smith, must rally soldiers against an enemy that seems unstoppable. Fear spreads among the defenders as the battle intensifies and the night grows darker. Desperation drives the Watch to search for answers when they discover a mysterious shield protecting them from the Black Unicorn’s full power.

Determined to uncover its origin, Kurath sends a mission to find the source of the shield’s magic. What they uncover is far more dangerous than expected—a secret hidden for ages, capable of becoming either the Kingdom’s greatest weapon or its ultimate downfall.

Battle at The Emerald Wall is a gripping dark fantasy novel set in the expansive Kingdom Chronicles universe. Blending large-scale battles, ancient magic, and the tension of a desperate last stand, this installment places readers directly inside a fortress under siege. As warriors confront impossible odds and hidden truths come to light, the fate of the Kingdom may depend on choices made in the darkest hours of the night.

Perfect for readers who enjoy epic fantasy battles, monster-driven conflicts, and layered worldbuilding, this novel explores courage, leadership, and the dangerous power of forgotten secrets.

Excerpt from the book

Lots of stories have been told about the Wall over thousands of years. To name them all would be impossible. Kurath didn’t care about any of them. He had one job. To make sure his section of the Emerald Watch didn’t fail.

Every commander since the beginning had the same fear: the Wall would fall under their watch. Kurath was no different. He was an old Troll with a short white beard and tired bones. The job was easy in calm times, but those times were over.

The world had been plagued with strange events, violent things. Things that kept him awake at night sometimes. Blades in the north. Unicorns, Golems, and all other kinds of rumors circulated. Current events were building up to something, pieces of a puzzle waiting to be put together.

He was sitting at his desk going over some paperwork when the phone started to ring. He picked it up. “Yeah?” he asked, gruff as usual.

“What do you mean an airship just flew over the wall without clearance?” he asked, the annoyance rising. It was too late for this.

“Okay, uh, tell the Elroxians they might have something heading their way. Not much else we can do. You could have handled this yourself. It didn’t need to be a phone call, Maomi,” he said, doing his best to keep his temper in check.

“Yeah, you too,” he said and hung up.

The moment he did was when the thoughts started to fall into place. Where did the airship come from? There were no reports of ships flying from the other side. There were a few fishing crews that had passed through recently.

Business as usual, however, now something felt off. He picked the phone up and called Maomi back. “Hey, where did that ship come from? There’s not much out there,” he asked and waited.

“What do you mean you didn’t, okay, you know what? Do a trace and let me know, yeah?” he said. “Okay, good luck,” he added and hung up again.

These newbies had to be told to do everything. Kurath missed the old days. When people had something to report, they used to have the whole report.

There was a knock on his door. “Come in,” he said.

A man in a clean blue uniform walked in, it still had green specks of emerald dust that reflected the light. “Time for the change already?” Kurath asked.

“Yep, night shift. I’m a little late, but I won’t tell the Commander if you don’t,” he replied with a smile.

“Not a word, Smith,” Kurath said as he stood up with a groan. “We need to get a better chair,” he added, looking at the old thing like he hated it.

“We’ll get right on it. Anything I should know?” Smith asked.

“Maomi reported an airship from the Waterside,” he replied.

“And?” Smith asked, expecting more than that.

“And nothing. Kids today didn’t follow up. I told her to trace it and call back. It’s weird but likely just some Joxhorn smuggler or something. So, you’ve got that to look forward to tonight. Otherwise, it’s all you. Have a good night,” Kurath said with a sigh.

“Yeah, you too. Oh, looks like a storm is brewing out west. Probably nothing to worry about,” Smith replied.