Human King Goetia Novels & Stories

Princess Cirella was the Southern Kingdoms only heir. Her father King Demos lost his wife in child birth. He was able to save his newborn daughter by having one of the wet nurses tend to her until she was able to feed on her own. King Demos was not related to Demetrix or Orlex. His Kingdom was the warmest part of Hellstrom (Demons named Hell a fancier name) Orlex commanded the coldest part of it. His warriors were told that they held no emotion and could kill with out remorse. Demetrix was at the center of Hellstrom, he also commended the Aegis River and the Obsidian Mine. Something that Belle has been dying to get to. The Obsidian Mine held a specific rock that if molded into a weapon, it w

” He hadn’t gone into much detail about how he’d met the Kareth in person or the strange discussions they’d shared, but from the way Adrian spoke, Steve could already tell it was serious—too serious. “I think if you’re home, you can figure things out more easily,” Steve had replied. “Besides, I feel the ritual that should be done for you as the next king might help you gain more control over your Kareth’s power. I just have this feeling—it must be trying to grow into something that your body or mind can’t really handle.” What Steve meant about the ritual for the king helping Adrian gain control was that, naturally, when a new king was chosen, they would go through a special sacred process—a

And I rescued the one person who had the same vision as I, the rogue king. Successfully uprooting him from his body and giving him a more able, less obese and more functional body of a man who I cared less about, we headed to his deserted kingdom to retrieve the book of black magic that is rumoured to be so powerful, that it takes over the body and mind of the user. I wanted power. So it was a win win. Henry, the rogue King's decoy new name which I hated like every part of him, was my side kick that wanted to fuck me, and had this idea that I was on his side, when I was in fact using him for his knowledge of the dark side.

Jesus! My eyes are large, my jaw agaped, and my mind blown when I see his stomach regenerating. Within a minute, his entire body is fixed like nothing happened and King Marcellus floats to stand on his feet. "The Central king will not tell you but I will. He tried to kill me because of a human." King Marcellus speaks only a fraction of the truth. "Is it true, Kael?" These three new presences give off the same royal aura too, so I'm guessing they are also Kings and Queens.

The sorcerer stood up straight and his look changed from that of a mischievous kid to a soulless man- incapable of love, compassion, or reason. He said, "I know about your tiny little plan against Ihoga- my glorious abode. I know your brother- - was sent to the Ifa priest in the mountains to seek counsel against me. Oh faithless mortals! When will you learn? When will the goat accept that its fate is in the hands of the butcher? When will you accept that I am your God!" One of the king's guards wanted to speak up but an older member of the king's guards held his hand over his mouth,

Hakyi and Osiris had been under the confinement in the infirmary from the injuries they earned in defending themselves from the king's merciless attacks. Kolo, the satyr had explained why the king had suddenly acting like a rabid wolf, killing at his will according to the thirst of the venom that ran on his system. The bite of the high bred beasts had driven the king into destruction and Agartha could have been in desolate if not for the interference of the bride's nullification spells that it immediately cleaned the king's infected blood system. However, the bride disappeared after conjuring such powerful spell for a mere human that it required her life. She disintegrated before their very

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."

It was primarily populated by two distinct classifications of beings; the omen and the fae. Within Hyperion, aside from achieving technological advancements, there was another way of attaining power; through magecraft given by mana. Mana was a mysterious energy that permeated through all creation, tapping into mana granted you incredible abilities. Those who were mana-sensitive are known as adepts and had access to near-unlimited psionic abilities.

The hunters and farmers of the town started waking up. To stop a bigger scene, I gritted my teeth and opened the door. He stank of wine. His power was unraveling. Those eyes that had driven so many goddesses out of their minds were bloodshot. "Elara. I regret it." His big, shaking hand opened, and in his palm sat a queen's crown, its glow dimmed. The inside of the crown was engraved, in the ancient language of the gods, with both our names. I stared at the late, late crown for a long moment, unmoved.