Eternal Sacred King Novels & Stories

Getting dressed and getting off her last sex partner, she kicked the dust off what was left of each of them and went to take a long shower to get rid of the fluids. He took the communicator from his jumpsuit and contacted the king of the dead. Very interesting, thought a Lich King, king of kings, his race was immune to human diseases, because to begin with, they died a long time ago, but they didn't stay dead, others like him, are eternal, not even when they die, do they stay dead. They are leaders of a sect that promises the end of problems and eternal life, since the Sect itself belongs to a dead man, the dead king who has reigned for thousands of years.

His eyes, sharp and wise, seemed to stare straight through me. “King Eldric,” Seth whispered. “The last great ruler of the warlock realm. He was a powerful king, known for his wisdom and fairness. “The warlock princesses were once the daughters of the great King Eldric the Eternal. His rule was marked by blood and fire, yet by the end of his reign, he sought redemption.”He tried to raise his daughters with the same sense of balance, but they were not satisfied with the power they had.”

I screamed, squirted, and begged for more until my voice gave out. “Yes! Breed me forever! Fill your eternal vessel!” I whimpered, my mind fracturing under the intensity. By the time they finally finished the first session, I was a trembling, cum-drenched mess hanging in the chains, my belly swollen, my holes gaping and overflowing with their immortal seed. The Vampire King stroked my cheek almost tenderly. “This is only the beginning,” he whispered. “Every night for eternity, you will be claimed by us. You will carry our children across centuries. You will never age. You will never escape.”

I was told to move on, I was told to let the soul of my mate go and be in the bosom of the moon goddess but I couldn't, I couldn't let go. The door creaked and a young male walked in. He bowed and said "It's time." I nodded and he bowed before exiting the room, I stood up and button the jacket of my suit and then composed myself before leaving the room. I am the Lycan king, I am King Elijah and I have a kingdom to protect. *** *** *** The meeting room was packed with elders of the coven arguing among themselves. I sighed and popped in one of the empty seats and watched them closely.

In the end, you decide to hear him out. Letting go of Yvon's arm, you bring your hands up and cross them over your chest while giving Dyan a hard stare. The latter throws his hand towards the direction of the man who bit your neck first and says. "That's Prince Aziel Basileus." Next, he gestures towards the man with dimples. "Lionell Draziw, the greatest wizard in the realm. Yvon, and I'm Dyan. The reason why we brought you here is because we think you're in grave danger."

“A king by his covenant, peace will prevail, wars will end, and the two nations will unite under his command, the people of Zachary and the people of Mayadin. Zacharias exclaimed, standing up from his seat, advancing towards him, kneeling across his knees, bowing his neck solemnly, saying: “A king in his covenant will bring peace, because his only concern is the safety and security of his people, and not how to ascend the throne by any means, even if it is through a ladder of innocent souls built of Hardin did. Long live my lord Gayden, son of Elijah, son of Zachary, son of Helen, daughter of Mayadin, long live the king of the offspring of vampires who has always been alive in our hearts and

The cavern had never felt so small. The moment Aetherion spoke his name, the air itself seemed to grow heavier, thicker, like the mountain was struggling to breathe. Aetherion. The First King of Darkness. A being older than the wolves. Older than the dragons. Older than the very world my ancestors had fought to protect. And he was standing right in front of me. Watching me. Studying me. Like I was something he had been waiting centuries to find.

Aeron replied. With a final smile, the Silver-Haired King stepped back. He didn't shift into a wolf. He simply dissolved into a flurry of violet light and stardust, rising toward the heavens like a reverse falling star. The people of the valley looked up, letting out a collective, mournful yet beautiful howl. The King had ascended. The Eternal Watch Ten years after Aeron’s ascension, Kael and Ariyah passed away within hours of each other, their hands joined in their sleep. They were buried not in a royal tomb, but beneath the Great Oak in the center of the Citadel.

And why did I feel an inexplicable pull toward a man who had died more than three thousand years ago? The wind stirred the pages on its own and the book suddenly flipped to its final chapter. Across the yellowed paper, a single translated inscription caught my eye. "When the blood of the Eternal Queen returns, the House of Khepri shall rise once more, and the Black Sun King will awaken." I frowned. "I don't remember seeing this page before..." Before I could read further, a powerful gust of wind slammed the balcony doors shut. The lights flickered and the scarab pendant resting against my chest grew warm.