Novel & Cerita Goblin King Costume Labyrinth

Esmeray was trapped inside a coffin. "Help! Help! I can't breathe in here!", she screamed. But nobody dared to open the coffin. Afterall, they didn't want to go against the Lore king, as she was his sacrificial bride. If there weren't any holes in tue coffin, she would have been dead, long gone. Finally they arrived at the palace of Maleficium. The Lore king was sitting on his chair, with legs crossed and waiting for his sacrificial bride. The people left the coffin there and rushed out, as soon as they were done. If they had looked into his eyes, they would have turned to stone. The Lore king came slowly to the coffin and opened it. Esmeray took in a deep breath, she was finally able to bre

Unlike the masked people belonging to the vampire king, King Locan, king Horansi had also ordered his men to wear masks and disguise themselves as intruders, and even among them were some witches sent from Elfina, who refused to let the obvious chance they had been given a go. “Aaah….” He screamed, swinging his sword with gusto, prepared to cut Geran into two with a fierce expression on his face, only to feel his head roll off his shoulders even before he was fully aware of what was happening. “Trash…” Geran muttered under his breath, with a pissed-off expression on his face, as he shook his sword to the side, allowing the blood that clung to him to slide off. The next moment, he moved close

Smoke clouds drifted through the room like ripped and torn patches of fog. Nio headed for the nearest empty table, but before he could reach it a small woman slammed into him and a pair of pleading eyes looked up just as an empty jug flew through the air, aiming for her head. The small creature was a goblin, no taller than his waist, thin and slender, with a long-curved nose and small eyes the same olive color as her skin. It was impossible to guess her age. She had a few patches of black hair on her head and the woolen dress she wore was at least two sizes too big, held in place with an intricate design of ropes that stretched from her shoulder to her waist. The dress was once probably whit

The others would not be so easy to influence. Ahead Aurora could see a large stone throne surrounded by gnomes in leather armor. On the throne sat a particularly stout gnome with a crown of twisted metal and jewels on his head. It was equal parts gaudy and beautiful. His red scraggly hair, similar in color to Birger's, flew untamed in every direction, giving the king a wild look. Most unnerving of all were his sickly yellow eyes. They were too big and too round for his head, almost as if in response to the darkness underground they had grown to let in more light. With such eyes and a hooked nose, he looked like a deranged owl.

Zane was standing at the bottom of the staircase, and he was looking up at her, and his expression when he saw her was the specific expression of someone who has been pleasantly surprised before they’ve had time to prepare not to show it. He raised one finger. Perfect. Lilly stepped down to meet him. And then she saw it — his costume. The same colors as hers. Black and gold, a crown worked into the design somewhere, the unmistakable visual language of a king bee to her queen.

Around him were mean looking men, serving as an entourage. “Show yourself!” One of the guards dared to command. The figure took a few steps, stepping into the light and a few feet away from his entourage. His dark cloak pulled around his feet. On his cloak there was a red embroidery of a crown, only one royalty across all kingdoms has this embroidery. ‎ ‎Dravon. The Demon King. Alpha of Lycans. He stood tall, almost statuesque, a shadow against the flickering firelight. His gaze immediately locked on me. His eyes glowed faintly, sharp and cold, like they could see right through my soul.

Because my father decided to leave his daughters with a fifty grand worth of debt and Vera chose to steal from Adonis, who was probably a cult leader, to pay our debt. “Hey pumpkin, you don't want to give yourself leg cramps,” the one eyed woman, with curly brown hair that sat on her head like a dirty mop, said in an amused tone. Almost as soon as she spoke, I felt my leg muscles twitching. I lowered myself to the floor and stretched my legs out. “I’m surprised the king hasn't killed you yet,” she chuckled. I arched an eyebrow at her. “What king?” The woman looked at me as though I had developed two heads. “King Adonis. Isn’t he the one that put you here?” she asked.

Chapter 7 Meeting the King "As I hear the news that Kie's father's private jet has landed, my nerves begin to flutter like a bird's wings. I'm upstairs, and after a hot shower, wrapped in a towel, frantically searching for the perfect outfit to meet a king. My closet seems to mock me, offering nothing but dull options. I couldn't bring myself to part with my mom's clothes, still treasured after the funeral. So, I venture into her closet, and my eyes land on a showstopper - a stunning black gown adorned with what appears to be diamonds, designed to accentuate my curves. Next, I tackle my hair, waving my wand in a flurry of motion, trying out different styles before settling on a messy, pulled

Aunt and other Lycan leaders did the same, then finally me. She cut my hand, and I bled into the bowl filled with blood. She dropped the golden bowl on a table, and she closed her eyes, performing magic. The blood came out of the bowl, and I watched as they twirled to my crown. The blood was around my crown, and then it was gone. I looked at the crown, which was just a plain gold crown before, but now there are red gems on it, but it’s not gems; it’s mixed blood. This is to remind me of my promise whenever I wear the crown. She carried the crown, and I closed my eyes as she walked to me. The song increased, and the atmosphere changed as she placed the crown slowly on my head. My heart beat l