Cod God King Novels & Stories

Frankie and Dahlia, however, were filled with joy when they saw the monk. It was as if the monk could solve all of their troubles. The monk was one of the self-proclaimed Three Great Monks of India—an expert from the Celestial Temple and also a servant for the Golden Palace—Cody Garcia! It’s said he was already in the early stages of being a God of War. His power was simply extraordinary. Dahlia hoped he could take out Harvey with a single slap. It would be perfect if that was the case. Cody ignored everyone completely and played with the beads in his hand. He looked at Harvey with an odd gaze.

I said in pure sacarsm. “I would” “Yeah Josh, see ya later” I said taking a turn. Getting to my dorm, I recieved a call from my mate, I could hear uneasiness in his voice. “Five werewolves are dead” Five? What the fuck happened? “How in the world?” “Kovie didn't retreat!” He growled. That cunning piece of shit, he hid and came up with plans. Who is Kovie? Kovie is a warrior king, his origin unknown, his source of powers unknown, his capabilities unknown.

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

"Cody, this is Keeper Thaddeus, the last of his kind as far as I know." Cody bows to pay his respects to an ancient being. "It's always nice to meet such respectful young men. My King has good taste in his friends. So, what are we up to, boys?" Thaddeus seems unusually comfortable, especially addressing me as King. What if I don't want to be one?

"We need all the teams on the field right now. Since some of your team members are already on the mission, I decided not to look elsewhere for the remaining kings" "Splendid." "You will travel to vampire kingdom tomorrow" "No. I won't"

Black veins owned his neck once more as he fought the urge to submit. He was the Alpha King and he submit to no mortal or immortal. He was a god himself and he would not the subjected to cowardice!! Errol stared with amusement as the king fought his command and suddenly, he was pinned on the floor, the king hovering over him, eyes glazing with pure darkness and fangs bore out. "Dude, chill!" Errol surrendered, a smile on his face but The King roared. "I'll torment your soul!!" "We both know that's my job, King Caesar!" Errol beamed even wider. "We both know am only looking out for you. Am your only ally. The devil doesn't like being provoked. If you don't have a son, a bonded creature can al

Hotham asked and looked around. "What do you mean? You didn't see them?" "Who are they, Empaler Aegaeus?" "No, no." And he turned away. "Empaler, here we are," said Filia Matsya. "All right." And they followed into the kingdom hall. "Basileus Kousuke, Empaler Aegaeus is here," said the famulus. "I am coming," replied the king. When Basileus Kousuke came out and saw Empaler Aegaeus was stunned and stared. "Prince Cacao..." he said here.

Dad pursed his lips. “ You could have been different. But here you are…telling a Lycan King that you don’t want to respect the hierarchy Moon Goddess established herself. ” Tyson drawled. For a few moments, Dad just stared at the King. It made my stomach turn. It was time he dropped all his resolve and moved back to his ultimate plan. “ Who are you to talk about Moon Goddess, Tyson Murdoch? ” Anger made his eyes appear darker. Collective gasps sounded in the room. No one had expected Alpha Kingsley to address the King by his name.

Nobody knew about these meetings. It was a secret between her and the kid. “Oh, Amerigo. I miss you so much, honey.” She placed her cheek on his head full of blond hair. “I miss you too Moooon Gaudiz!” He yawned while replying making Moon Goddess smile. “Today was my Barday, Mooon Gaudiz. I am two.” He took out two fingers in front of her eyes. “Well, congratulations, little man.” “Mooon Gaudiz! Daddy said … that … I … will be … the warwolf king. Next king.”

She looked proud, almost as if she was basking in the moment. I assume she’s the queen. A strange, almost painful sensation stirred deep within my soul. I didn’t know why I felt that way. Were they part of my cultivation as well? I chose to ignore it. Taking a deep breath, I sighed. "Welcome to our humble kingdom, Goddess Celine," the king said. If I recall correctly, his name is Reagan. The crowd bowed their heads in respect. Celine gave them a nod, signaling for them to rise. I smirked inwardly. She was enjoying this—manipulating them all like puppets. Unbelievable. Not a single one of them seemed to notice that the supposed Goddess standing before them was nothing but a fraud.