Eternal Sacred King Novels & Stories

He gave one last lingering look at the Omega before disappearing and reappearing next to Lexon. The Elder was shocked to see the enraged state of his King. The anger rolling off of him was intense and overwhelming, even for him as an elder. Lexon looked at Ezra in shock when the king harshly grabbed him by the arm and yanked him forward. “Ezra! What's-” Lexon's words stopped the moment he heard his King's voice in his head. “I understand,” the Elder said and watched Ezra's eyes burn brighter. He could feel the heat emanating from the king. He briefly felt him in his head as the King sifted through the vast number of vampires, not stopping until he found what he was looking for.

He closed his eyes and felt the immense pain she was going thru. Waving his hand, a portal opened to the King's Mansion. Olivier nodded to the King allowing him to take her thru. "Zephyr you do realize she is going to have a very difficult night. Her powers are erupting. We will have to sit up and insure she does not pass to Elysium." Elysium was the gateway between Heaven and Hell. No one has ever truly known what happens but some rumors suggest the Gods decide if your worthy of returning or if your life is over with. Few Ancients have seen what truly happens and wish to not squander through such things.

conscience. “We’ve met crazier and more vengeful humans. Doesn’t explain this… soft-hearted thinking,” Karl replied, saying it like my soft heart was a foreign, disgusting concept. “Can you both stop speaking like I’m not here?” I nearly rolled my eyes, but Landon staring heavily at me like I was an enigma made me nervous. “See to it that this never happens again, Landon,” the king said, his tone becoming stern and his sight never leaving mine. “If there’s ever a next time, I will make them beg for death’s release.”

"The reason why I have exhausted so much effort to drag you into my space is because of this thing. Currently, no one in my space knows what is happening here. Moreover, you will die after I refine this fragment of the Tree of Eternity. Your flesh and blood will become my tonic. Your soul will be refined by me. Everything about you will not exist..." "Tree of Eternity?" Hearing the ancient tree's voice, Zephyr Khan frowned slightly. He had never heard of this name before, but from the other party's words, he could tell that it was amazing. "Tree of Eternity is many times higher than the Eternal Spring Tree. It can't even compare to a single branch of Tree of Eternity. Tree of Eternity is the

I could feel the collective gasp of a million people through the neural link. "If you do this... they die!" I choked out, the silver net tightening around my throat. "The Scrappers... the children... they’ll suffocate!" "A small price for a new godhood," the King said, raising a jagged obsidian dagger. "Aethelgard doesn't need people, Zora. It needs a Sovereign." He brought the dagger down toward my chest. I closed my eyes, waiting for the end, waiting for the cold bite of the blade.

“In this pack? Now?” “I think the betrayer has always been here,” Elder Han said quietly. “Souls tied by such powerful magic tend to reincarnate in proximity to each other. The King returned. His mate returned. Logic suggests the betrayer returned as well.” Clara’s eyes shifted to the cloaked figure. “I want to hear what they have to say.”

The darkness around him flickered, fractured, and the shadow wolves fell to their knees, their red eyes going dark. Lysander twisted the blade. “This is for my mother,” he said. “For Kaelen. For every wolf you have consumed. For every life you have stolen.” The king’s red eyes widened. His body began to crumble—not into dust, but into shadow, the same shadow that had poured from Theron’s chest. It leaked from his wounds, his mouth, his eyes, dissolving into the air. “You cannot kill me,” the king gasped. “I am eternal. I am the darkness. I am the first hunger.”

Panic cut through the haze of heat. Arthur stumbled backward, his right hand flying instantly to the hilt of the ceremonial sword at his hip. His fingers fumbled against the leather grip. "Stay back," he rasped, his voice raw. He tried to draw the blade, but his wrist was weak, the steel catching in the scabbard with an uncoordinated, metallic screech. "I am your King, Malakor. Step back."