First Wizard King Novels & Stories

"The boy said... I'm the Remainder of a lie." He looked at the floorboards where a fourth shadow was rising. Not the Child-Prime. The Actual Prime. The First King was no longer a consciousness or a memory. He had used the Child’s reversion to physically manifest in the Grand Hall. He was ten feet tall, made of shifting basalt and liquid sun. [SYSTEM RESET: COMPLETE] [THE KING IS HOME] The world went silent. The countdown to the end wasn't a clock anymore. It was a presence. I looked at the god in the hall, then at my son, and I gripped my shard-blade with a hand that was finally, completely, stone. The war wasn't over. It was a reckoning.

Kris says, fully catching my attention before my eyelids started to become heavy. "His mother was one of the first Dark Witches to exist back then." He rubs his eyes sleepishly again. My eyes fluttered open, and I sat up from his arms. "He's a Wizard too?" I gasped, bringing my hands over my mouth. Kris chuckles at my reactions and grabs me back into his arms. What a hybrid of a being The King is!

he mumbled coldly before heading out the cell. "I am very sorry Jimmy." Ruvyn pouted and helped him stand up. "I cannot defy his orders." "Thank you Ruvyn." the boy quickly wiped a tear. "I will come to see you tomorrow." the Wizard smiled and joined the king. "Your Majesty!" Jimmy called, making the two males stop and turn toward him. "What do you want?" The King asked coldly. "What is your name?" the boy asked shyly. The king's eyes grew wide as they shifted to a shiny blue colour, like sapphire. Ruvyn stared at the king with surprise then smirked and turned to face the strange boy. "His name is Taegen. King Taegen The Second."

He wore a loose white shirt and pants he had learned to appreciate from the human world. The King felt good having his release. He climbed into the king-size bed with his Queen in his arms. That night, as he summoned the light off, he used his temple light as he continued to read the book. He knew why his father-in-law, the current King of Grisean, wanted him to read it. King Zedar summoned him to learn the wizarding world. Perhaps due to the fatigue of his busy mind, King Dreksil fell asleep quickly with his wife, the Queen of his kingdom, in his arms.

“The pull of your true heritage.” Kane’s jaw clenched. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The King smirked. “You will.” I stepped forward, cutting through the thick air between us. “Enough games. Who are you?” The King’s expression didn’t waver. “I am Kieran, first of the Forsaken, last true King of the Werewolves.” Jane stiffened beside me. “That’s not possible.” Kieran’s golden gaze flicked to her. “Not according to your history books, no. But your ancestors were liars.”

"The ghost of the first lie." The vapor solidified. It didn't take a monstrous form, which would have been easier to fight. Instead, it took the shape of a man—tall, regal, and terrifyingly beautiful. He wore a crown made of literal smoke, and his eyes were two voids of starlight. This was Solari, the First King. He was the one who had written the laws that had enslaved Audrey’s ancestors for a millennium.

Inside, suspended in a pool of glowing, silver liquid, was a man. He didn't look dead. His skin was the color of weathered bronze, his hair a mane of silver and black, and his chest... his chest was moving. A slow, agonizingly deep breath that happened once every minute. "Is that... is he still alive?" Félix asked, his voice a terrified whisper. He stepped closer, his emerald aura flickering with an instinctive, predatory warning. "Emma, that’s him. That’s the First King. The one who supposedly 'founded' the North."

I gritted out, my tone clear and stable. I could feel his burning gaze on me, Zerth threatening to reveal himself as I used my throne. It wasn't my fault they were too weak to protect themselves from the Demons and Devils of Viagra. Instead, they needed help from those who bare no soul. Thus they pledged allegiance and I became the King of Kings. Either way, all this could be changed in a breathe that I know, that is why I shall see each kingdom crumble before that ever happens. The table shook and I sighed, knowing fully well Fat King Rodrick of the Witches And Wizards was about to open his cowardly mouth,

This somewhat contradicted his understanding and went beyond his imagination. The King took a deep breath and said, “This has to be told from the beginning.” James appeared to be listening attentively. “Once the first new King was crowned, he abdicated the throne after only ten years in power. However, the first King was a martial artist. He had a long life ahead of him. Even though he had stepped down from the throne, the second King was his disciple and followed his instructions. “After Lance, the King abdicated the throne, he brought together the Ancient Four, as well as some martial artists, and founded Orient Commerce.”

***** KENZIE Marnie’s father got up and began pacing around the room as he told us the story of the very first King and Queen of the witches. They were loved by all and did great things for the prosperity of our kind. King Rezuthan and Queen Isthrodina reigned over their people with a tough hand, loyalty that was beyond compare, and a true need to ensure that their people were ones of honor and kindness. Their mission in life was to unite the races because they believed we were all one and only through that could our world truly flourish.