Goblin King Costume Labyrinth Novels & Stories

I studied the bit of black fabric trimmed in red feathers he wore around his eyes. “I’m the King of Creatures now.” He flashed his teeth proudly. “I have to be able to disguise myself somehow.” I eyed the ankle-length black coat he wore with the billowing sleeves and embroidered flames along the bottom and gold threads depicting vine designs along the open edges and the sleeves. “You’re a towering giant and what you wear is hardly inconspicuous, I fail to see how this is a disguise.” I tugged the mask, letting it snap back against his forehead slightly.

Lavana questioned in ridicule. In response, the king levitated, and his transformation commenced immediately. His shoulder-length dove grey hair lengthened by a few inches and became frizzly, changing into a rosewood colour. His eyes turned zaffre, and his outfit changed to just loose ankle-length black pants with an obsidian black silk sash around his waist. Finely patterned fuscia veins made their appearance and could be seen on his entire naked upper body, though they stopped at his jaws. A big wenge ancient-looking book sealed by wine-coloured vines made its appearance after flying out of the king's spatial ring.

Behind him were Gabor and Roland, together with Princess Laney looking dopey and giggling to herself. “The armies are ready,” said the King. “You will lead them to victory.” I knew he was talking to me, but I still felt the need to look behind me, just in case. An Intui lizardman, small and slippery-looking, its yellow and white skin glistening, appeared in the doorway. “I come to talk,” said the Intui, hands raised. “I bear no arms and I am alone. You will hear me?” “We shall,” said the King. “The Chief of the Intui will be heard.” It felt like they were going through some ancient ritual.

Hundreds of demons lined either side of the hall. At the very end was a throne carved from what looked like black crystal. Someone occupied it. He couldn’t have been much older than Knox. Perhaps a few years. Long red hair rested neatly over his shoulders. His features were impossibly handsome. Almost ethereal, his eyes that seemed to glow from within. He wore black robes embroidered with molten gold. A jeweled crown rested casually upon his head. He looked less like a monster and more like a king. My attention shifted, someone knelt at the foot of the throne.

"The King has summoned the entire court to the great hall. It is mandatory." Ronan sighed, a heavy, reluctant sound, before resting his forehead against mine. "Duty calls, Princess." We rose and dressed in the quiet intimacy of the chamber. Ronan pulled on a fresh set of his pitch-black Enforcer leathers, carefully adjusting the sleeves over the fresh bandages on his forearms. I opted for a gown of deep, rich violet – the colour of my magic – interwoven with subtle silver thread, leaving my dark hair loose down my back.

The first time I walked through the halls wearing the cloak, the nobles stared. They had always stared, of course. Their golden eyes had followed me from the moment I arrived at this frozen castle, watching and waiting and whispering about the human whore who had somehow caught the king's attention. But this time was different. This time, their stares were not just curious or cruel. They were hungry.

Waving his hand, Lazarus dismissed the guy. “It is fine Lord Thomas, is she here?” Smiling Thomas nodded to him. “She is but right this moment she is refitting the King on his new clothes.” “Do you know how long it will be?” “She should almost be done.” While her father and Lord Thomas were chatting Jezzebelle looked off to her side and saw gorgeous necklaces and earrings, going over to the case she saw a gorgeous red ruby choker like necklace and a vampire bat hanging down from it. She was looking at it so much she didn’t realize the King had been starring at her from behind.

“He only gave me twenty minutes to bring you to the Rose Garden. “I can’t. Not like this.” I answered looking down at the casual black dress. “If I have to give a demonstration, I will do it properly.” I walked back to my armoire and changed into my Mage garb with my favorite pair of black flats. I closed the clasps on the robes and put my hair into a high messy bun while walking back into the main room. “Now I can go!” The king was going to have me tortured. He was probably going to do something else to me considering that comment. Scary!

Silver goblets brimming with the finest wines sparkled under the resplendent chandeliers, each one a testament to the Kingdom's wealth and prosperity. Elegantly dressed lords and ladies from every noble family gathered around the grand hall, their crisp silks and velvets in deep hues of cobalt, crimson, and emerald standing out. Amidst the crowd of nobility, stood King Rasso and Queen Camilla, their regal attire gleaming with precious gems that rivaled the chandeliers' glow. Their presence commanded respect and admiration, making all bow in awe. Their crowns, embedded with gems that lit up with an inner fire, signified their undying rule over the Lycan Kingdom.

She had worn it around her wrist when she sang to him. He closed his fist around it. “That is all?” Caleb asked. Alexander nodded. Something unreadable moved across Caleb’s face. “Then come.” The passage was cold when they stepped out. The guards walked behind them, silent as shadows. A few wolves peered from half-open doors, but none dared speak while Caleb led Alexander through the lodge. At the corner near the stairs, someone whispered, “The king is taking him.” Another voice answered, “Maybe Rowan was right. Maybe the omega is cursed.”