Human King Goetia Novels & Stories

Lysan Dusk lay on his bed, watching the crack on the ceiling as tears spilled from his eyes, his heart contracted painfully inside his chest. He tried to call for help, but his voice barely came out as a whisper. He heard voices in the next room, “He has to go, he knows too much.” More tears spilled from his eyes as he struggled to breathe. Three years ago, he killed the ruthless Demon king. He delivered humanity from suffering. He stopped the Demon king before he could unleash hell on earth, and this was how he was rewarded. By being poisoned.

I caught her as she swayed, wrapping my arms tight around her, holding her close, her weight pressing against me, warm and solid and real. “I have you,” I whispered, my face pressed against her hair, my voice shaking with relief and love and grief. “I have you. You are safe.” Kael screamed again — a long, terrible sound — and then his body began to glow blinding white, light bursting out through every seam, every pore, tearing him apart from the inside out. “I AM THE KING!” He howled, voice breaking into a shriek. “I AM THE GOD! I AM—” There was a blinding flash, a deafening roar, and then — silence.

She heard footsteps and turned her head to look who it was. "Dante! Oh my gods it is you!" Dante was the Crown Prince of the Northern Demon Citadel. He had bronze skin, like he had just got done tanning. His hair was indian long and black. He had beautiful blueish green eyes. Demons were almost pretty much like vampires. Their eyes hold the power rings. The more rings the more powerful. Their nails were just as sharp as well. Their ears were pointed and usually adorn with earrings. They had wings and an actual tail. Belle always made fun of Dante when he got mad at school because his tail would pop out along with his horns. Being a royal bloodline he could hide majority of his features in th

” 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

He resembled a wolf yet he was no longer a wolf, Elena could she black horns curved from his skull and the fur that should have covered his body had been replaced by dark scales, his entire appearance looked twisted, as though something had corrupted him and reshaped him into a creature far more terrifying than any beast. Elena knew exactly who he was, ever since her power had awakened, many things had become clear to her, she only needed to feel the dark mana radiating from him — Gargan Noctyrr Noar, the former Alpha King, the one who had allied himself with the ruler of the Underworld... The one she had seen in her dreams, in the fragments of the future shown to her. Elena's legs trembled

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."