Eternal Sacred King Novels & Stories

When the old king rose, his eyes locked onto the green-eyed one behind Jordan, “Erichon thanks you for your devotion to our race. We are forever indebted to you.” Malachi acknowledged him with a slight bow. “I was happy to be of service to this great race.” “Mother Priestess had shared many good things about you.” The king smiled at Malachi. At the king's admission, Malachi turned to find the old woman already smiling at him with proud eyes. “Bow to the lycan’s Great One and heroes.” The king's voice boomed through the hall and all ministers and guards fell on their knees and bowed in unison.

I looked at Lowell, who was now standing tall, even in his beastly form, receiving the homage of his soldiers. "So let me get this straight, you're a king too?" I asked Lowell, my voice flat with disbelief. "Oh no, dear, he is THE king," Derick said, stepping toward me with a playful bow. "This is King Lowell Lykoudis, ruler of the Lykoudis Kingdom, the firstborn, and the vessel for the most powerful beast to have ever lived—the great Atlas."

This monster is ready to tear her apart if she stumbles in the wrong place. “You don’t understand that you owe your life to our king,” Kyrian continued in the meantime. - When you fell from the cliff, I prayed to the gods to help you survive. And then he appeared. The Lord promised that you would remain alive, and he kept his word! He grew wings for you and found you in that cave. He gave me eternal life and the power to protect you. And you want to kill him! This is inhumane. The young man put the wet handkerchief in a basin of water.

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 True King roared, genuine terror finally shattering his composure. ​He dove to intercept the beam, throwing up a massive, thick wall of solid blood magic. ​The violet fire hit the blood wall with the force of a meteor. The sanctum shook violently, massive chunks of obsidian raining down from the ceiling. The King screamed, his hands burning as he desperately tried to hold the barrier against the raw, unadulterated wrath of the Goddess. ​"You cannot break the tether!" the King shrieked, his flesh bubbling and rotting under the intense heat of the holy light. "I am eternal!"

In our vampire world, inheritance is governed by Blood Oath Succession. Only those acknowledged by the head of the House may inherit. Since my son was denied recognition by the Brown family— He would return with me to House Sterling. And become the future Vampire King.

Kieran gulped as he carried on reading. “It does not walk, for it has no need; it does not breathe, as it has no use. It is here; it is there; therefore, it is everywhere. For you are damned, child; you can call it whatever you want, a king, a god or more. It is…” The cathedral darkened. Not with a shadow but with an absence. The constellations above blinked out, one by one, until only a single spiral remained, a burning gold against the void.

"A true kingdom must be led by its true heart. Today, I announce the return of your rightful sovereign. The one who was betrayed, broken, and stolen from your bloodlines back before many of you were even alive." From the shadows of the inner sanctum behind him, two shadow-stalkers stepped forward, gently supporting the rugged, towering frame of King Navarien. The Primordial King was a little ragged, his bare chest still carrying the dark purple bruising where the weight of the falling mountain had tested his immortal bones. Yet, the deep blood bond humming between himself and Malakai was actively at work. Right before the eyes of the thousands gathered below, the fractures along his skin wer

He slowly knelt on the floor and grabbed both of her hands, she visibly flinched, “Please believe in every word that would come out of my mouth.” Olivia scrunched her brows and unconsciously bit her lip, “Go on.” Smiling, Lucius finally popped the truth. “I am a King from Hell. I have had help from both Emily and Victoria Davis to find for the woman that was destined for me and written in the scroll of prophecy. I need you, Olivia. My immortality is fading and I needed to marry the woman written in the scroll to retrieve my full immortality. I’m sure you noticed that you felt cold whenever our skin touch, it’s a sign. And now that I found you and you’re mine… we can go back to hell and marry

The entire elders raised their staff in respect. The king ignored them, scratching his beard that was almost touching his upper chest. His shoulders were hanging with muscles that seemed to be forcing their way out of his robe. Even though he was older than anyone in the room, the smooth expression and the creaseless features gave him a baby look. For one who has given his strength to women, Maduka was expecting age to kick in. But it turns out the strength of the royal blood was just running too deep. It would take a long generation after now, for the people to find a true bloodline of Kiantu, owing to this present king's predicament. “Ewu atalam igwu n’isi (an abomination has happened)” Th