Ancient Godly Monarch Novels & Stories

This was a newly promoted kingship! As soon as it was born, it displayed the uniqueness and strong power of rules! It was even more terrifying when Hades felt the five rules of sources of kingship that complemented each other surrounding the sword of kingship. Five different sources of kingship were simply unheard of! Even the chief god of the 12 Sacred Halls of the West, Zeus, only had four powers of rules! This young man actually had five! Hades’ face became darker as he gazed at Vataco and Andrew beside him.

One of awe and pure admiration. "You're excused" The Prince said referring to the maids and cal who nodded in understanding. "What is your-" "Corey" He said indignantly. "Corey Adams. Descendant of zion, strong connection to wind and water. King of one of the strongest kingdoms of the three realms ruled by the sun goddess" Huh? "Corey huh. I admire your sense of humour." "Eat up. We have a lot to discuss" Five spoons into the soup, I was already full. No doubt, Kellyn had eaten more than half of hers.

The old man agreed and added, "However, in the ancient world, the concept of monotheism as we understand it today did not exist; all ancient people were polytheists. They may have elevated one god as higher than the others (henotheism) but recognized the existence of divine multiplicity." "You mean Sir Anthony had been into many beliefs and religions and ended up believing that the golden buddha had the answer to it?" "Yes." "That is insane," Catherine muttered at their back. "Yes and no, truth be told, he seeks more than just the religioun itself, even the concept of the universe, though for the ancients it consisted of three realms: the sky (the heavens); earth (humans); and the underworld

He bowed his head to Raiden and turned to address Callered, ”I leave her in your hands, Ealdorman. “Now, Bridgette, I’ll start the first lesson, the monarchy is the head of the kingdom. It has belonged to the Zanizabar family since the first King, Bjarke declared himself ruler after the battle on lightning hill. Ealdorman Saxon will teach you our history and explain it further. The Ealdormen form the council, we are the oldest of men.” Ealdorman Callered slowly walked out of the council chambers dragging his dead leg behind him. An injury he sustained falling off of a rogue polar bear. “Oldest of men?” She asked confused, walking alongside Callered, arm, and arm with Raiden.

She sat on my lap, her small hand gripping mine, her expression one of intense concentration. "The Ancient Ones were not always evil," he said, his voice soft, his eyes distant with memory. "Once, they were guardians of the world, protectors of the balance. They were the ones who created the Lycans, who shaped the first ones, who gave the world its form and its purpose. But power corrupted them, as it always does. They began to see themselves as gods, as rulers of all creation. And they grew to despise the beings they were meant to protect."

“Well, the previous kings and queens were the ones who had… powers- er, gifts, as we call them- from the gods.” “From the gods?” Alexander repeated, “Not the god of war, specifically?” “Aelysia worships gods, Your Highness,” the priest gestured at the accounts in the room. “Every writing here will tell you that we still worship the gods, not just the god of war in particular. Frankly, if the god of war was the only one blessing us with gifts, we would all be itching for a war. No, the god of war was only emphasized because Aelysia was a war country.”

A clear resounding yes that I don’t want to listen to. “The King’s kind and mine have been nemesis forever,” he continues. “The strong and the weak. The copy and the master. They have tried, but they will never come close to the glory that was once us. We just never lost our true nature. Now tell me what you know now. I need to hear it from you. What are we, Monica?” I swallow hard despite the tightness in my throat, refusing to look too long in his eyes and falling for the trap that lies there. “Ancients. You’re just like me, and Ancient.”

The debate got heated, making them not dare to interrupt. "Is that so? so, what you want is the punishment my crown prince deserves?" "Right! I thought he deserved it!" "I understand, but beforehand allow me to remind you of the history of 2000 years ago where Lithonia was the only kingdom that was recognized as the greatest dynasty that inherited the power of a great god. I think almost all of us have heard a rule that says that the King never been wrong and God is definitely right. Isn't that right, His Majesty King Jacob De Velgmegeur?"

Galan’s face turned ever more serious, and he closed his eyes, concentrating on his words as he spoke, relating to us the tale that would haunt me and my dreams for years to come. “Long ago in the time of the ancients when the gods and goddesses were still honored and feared lived a king in the province of the Greek occupied lands. Arcadia, as it was called, was ruled by a cruel and ruthless king. King Lycaon lived in a grand palace filled with treasures he had acquired through his ruthless and cruel ways.

Jace nodded and said, “This is the simplified Elysian Inscription created by the Five Ancestral Gods. At their rank, they have the power to create worlds and set the rules.” The Five Ancestral Gods had surpassed the Grand Emperor Rank, which was unrivaled. The Grand Emperor rank was not attained by anyone during the Ancient Heavenly Court Age, let alone the Primordial Age. The ultimate goal of countless Grand Emperors was to reach this rank, but since the Primeval Age, all of them could only close in on the rank indefinitely, never truly reaching it. “In this age, an Ancestral God Rank powerhouse might actually be born,” said Jace.