Cod God King Novels & Stories

Brax questioned as we both looked up at Ace. "Yes! My great-grandfather was king, until he gave it up." "Okay. So why are you telling us?" I wasn't sure of his goal, seeing how it wouldn't matter now anyway. No, Alpha will hand their title over. The time of a King is long gone. "I plan to reclaim my title. My great-grandfather was foolish for stepping down. I will get everything that belongs to me. One way or another." He stated, as if it were an obvious fact.

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

"Oh my, that explains the fresh scent of fruits that sometimes hit my nose Alpha. You have good business in here." He let out a soft chuckle, while he lead the way into a huge double doors. Alpha Ace, stood for maybe two inches above me six foot and just a few inches taller than me. However, I am still growing every year with a few inches more and I will be taller than him sooner or later. "Just a little bit of business to keep us live a lavished life. But it's nothing compared to the family fortune of you father the Alpha King."

For Asmodeus, it had become a fun game and whatever the truth, he would find out, whether I told him or not. So the best thing to do was to count, count and spare me from being investigated, to spare myself from being part of your new obsession. "I think it’s... Azrael is trying to get the king to approach the saint" I spoke bluntly as my hand closed on the bench "I... maybe I have stopped some things and so he is... angry." Asmodeus' smile has widened. "Holy?" He knew nothing and that was another sign. I still remembered that Callisto vaguely told him to send one of the princes in his place, but still he insisted that he be king.

Alcides, driven by a sense of duty and the need to confront his past, continued to train and grow in stature, both as a gladiator and as a leader of men. In Athena, King Gaius couldn't ignore the cryptic message from the Pythia any longer. He called a council of his most trusted advisors, including the high priestess of Athena, Cassandra. The council deliberated on the prophecy and its implications. King Gaius wrestled with his emotions, torn between his desire for an heir and his fear of the foretold challenge from his own son.

"when you get back, we will organise a competition." "I don't want she-wolves competing over me," I said, the whole idea left me feeling dirty. I hated the idea of being forced to take a random stranger as a mate over my goddess chosen mate. The goddess made mates perfect for us in every way, so why should I settle. The King saw it differently. Since learning his mate couldn't have children he'd grown hard and resentful. Why the King of all people should have an infertile mate was a secret the goddess held onto tightly.

he is the god that adores the royals. ‘It was a good thing that you remembered me. It’s been so long since I last had such entertainment. Seeing how you remember me, I can say you remember our contract as well. Is it right? The former king of the Voneveir? ’

Typical Alpha Kordell response. “Alsie?” I ask “All of it please, all of the information you’ve been keeping. No more secrets. I’m tired of secrets.” Said Andrew. “Your Highness, I think it’s your time to shine.” My father said as he waved a hand over to the dark figure on the couch. “Your Highness? There is no current Alpha King.” I said, flabbergasted. “You are correct young Alpha, I’m not an Alpha King, some call me a Wolf God.”

Alex calls, "Hey! Man, help me out a bit here, will you?" Adam smirks over at his brother. "You're not Adam." I mumble, sinking back further into the tree, if that was even possible. "Oh heaven's no! I haven't been Adam for quite a while." Adam exclaims, his eyes glowing a brighter grey, "My name is Abror. Some may call me the Grand Duke of Hades, but you may call me King."

The hunters and farmers of the town started waking up. To stop a bigger scene, I gritted my teeth and opened the door. He stank of wine. His power was unraveling. Those eyes that had driven so many goddesses out of their minds were bloodshot. "Elara. I regret it." His big, shaking hand opened, and in his palm sat a queen's crown, its glow dimmed. The inside of the crown was engraved, in the ancient language of the gods, with both our names. I stared at the late, late crown for a long moment, unmoved.