First Wizard King Novels & Stories

Jasmine corrected. “I Jasmine Elizabeth Caputo will be the first ever Queen to rule the Caputo kingdom,” She says, raising her water glass. Everyone stands and raises their glass. “To Jasmine,” I said. “To Jasmine,” everyone tapped their glasses together as we toasted to the first Queen of our kingdom. One day we will be doing this on her coronation day. The day she’s crown Queen of the Caputo Kingdom. Time is the enemy…..Slow down time. Slow down.

"He isn't a weapon of annihilation..." Lorenzo forced himself to his feet, stepping beside Lorrie and wrapping a protective arm around her waist. "Then what is he?" "He is the Creator," the First King rasped, his voice trembling. "He is born to erase the old world—the Gate, the Guardians, the Mafia—and build a new order from their ashes." Suddenly, a strange, resonant silence fell over the chamber. Every mafia soldier standing in the room—men loyal to Massimo, men loyal to the cartels, mercenaries from every corner of the world—dropped to their knees in unison. They did not bow to Lorenzo. They did not bow to the First King.

“They are pieces of a man. My witch was unable to get them, seeing as how they’re guarded. And the spell he cast not only created a force field around the kingdoms that fries anything that touches it.. but it is somehow taken over by the dark forest and powered by the most powerful artifacts in the world.” That makes me pause. “A man?” My father nods slowly. “The First King.” The name rolls through the chamber like something ancient waking up. Even the air feels heavier. I frown. “I’ve heard stories.” “Of course you have,” he says. “Everyone has. Though most of the modern versions are.. embarrassingly inaccurate.” He gestures lazily with one hand. “The crown fragment your mate found.” I imme

The air hummed like a bowstring pulled too tight. Then the light moved. A figure stepped through — tall, cloaked in smoke and shadow, his skin carved from light and ash. His crown wasn’t gold or silver but bone, fractured and bleeding faint veins of crimson flame. Each step he took left scorch marks in the stone. Malachai whispered, “The First King. Arion of the Bloodline.” Cassian’s smirk faltered. “Tell me that’s a story come to life.” “It’s worse,” Vale murmured. “It’s the story that started all of this.”

Nevertheless, to all appearances, the duke was sure it would be he who would be chosen, so he was already feeling like a real king. “And these are my first assistants,” he went on speaking as if he were introducing the second-most important people of the state after himself. Frankly speaking, their names went in one ear and out the other. And not for the first time. It was enough for me to hear they were both supreme high wizards. The same ones who had been serving Gerhard Ayris. Reive nodded. “My name is Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel,” he began, clearly observing some rules of etiquette, “I’m the true king of Aldenor, chosen and crowned in the year one thousand thirty-one after the imprisonme

he whispered and my eyes widened a fraction before I looked away, feeling my neck burn. Damn him! “His Majesty, ruler of White Coast and the entire west beyond. King Kaiziah Ali Kershaw the first, has arrived.” The announcement made me flinch. I almost jumped out of Eldren's hand but instead of freeing myself, I felt a… My mouth went agape. He… he was hard! Like I could feel his length slowly rising under my ass. Oh God,... I don't think I can take this anymore! I couldn't even bring myself to look at him or utter a word.

“DO NOT IGNORE ANYONE. If you suspect anyone—even fellow warriors—report it. We cannot ignore the possibility of infiltrators or traitors.” The warriors responded in unison, then dispersed like flowing water to each designated route. Meanwhile, Alpha King—with deliberate steps, yet full of resolve—made his way through the dark corridors toward the building of the white wizards. The place was usually quiet and filled with the stillness of meditation, but tonight the sound of his footsteps echoed loudly, startling the wizards who were praying and causing them to rise from their seats. “Alpha King?” whispered one of them. Unbelieving, they saw the supreme ruler standing at their doorstep—for th

I ask. The King answers me. "His great-grandfather Adam was the firstborn of the Royal family. But when he turned 17 and shifted for the first time, his wolf did not bear the mark of the Kings. No written record of a similar case has been found. It seemed that for the first time in history, the first Prince did not bear the mark. He was not appointed successor to the crown while waiting to see the wolves of his brothers. And they did well because two years later when the second Prince shifted, he proudly wore the mark. The Moon Goddess was clear: he was to be the future King."

Davies gulped down all of his porridge in one go. “Indeed, that is the case. The Head of the Clan of the First should be speaking with father now.” Jack stated, and several of the trainees looked at him in shock. The Leader of the Clan of the First was customarily called the First King. This ma was a legendary existence on par with their own leader. To hear that two legends were meeting was something that caused the blood of many of these trainees to heat up. Their faces turned red as they imagined all sorts of scenarios that could be born from this meeting. The fact that the First King was hear meant that he had acknowledged the mistake of his daughter. This meeting was one where they could

The First King's Judgment Silence. Absolute silence. The battlefield stopped existing. The war stopped existing. Even the collapsing sky seemed to pause. Because the First King had spoken. "The final choice begins." The ancient figure stood before the Throne. Radiant. Magnificent. Terrifying. Golden light flowed around him like living rivers. His eyes held centuries. No. Millennia. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then every Crown reacted. Immediately. The First Crown burned.