Human King Goetia Novels & Stories

He nodded, clinging to every word I said. "I'm a royal peasant Hybrid." I said. "Like King Samael." He said, my face scrunched up in confusion. "Who?" I asked, my head tilted in curiosity. "The King Terror previously took the subconscious of." He told me. "He lost his mind and slaughtered the then Higher Court. Terror left his consciousness around then." He said, I frowned.

“Verone, he mentioned something about having his man with Kiara. The man had been by our side all along, if as he described the man was Lorenzo, and I sure as hell don’t want to risk the fact of that being true…” “How are we going to go back to the human realm? You gave the necklace to Kiara, and Rosetta is dead. How are we…?” “You are a dragon, young Aiden” King Tyson said looking at Aiden whose eyes widened. “I am not allowed to go to the human realm, it is in our rules…”

I quickly put the book in the right position. " And its math lesson so you're holding the wrong book" he added taking out a math textbook "You can have mine" he handed me it generously "thanks" I said a bit surprised, he was the second nerd I've talked to in this school and a good one. Nerds were such loners and thus I was surprised. " I'm Cruiz .....and you are Samael" he offered his hand " how did you know my name?" I squinted my brows "dude , your shirt's like branded with your name tag" he chuckled.

She hit her arm lightly, jerking her out of her thoughts. Roseline, who's eyes had been fixed on the King the whole time, tried getting a grip of herself as she stood up. The King's lids were already fluttering and without further hesitation, they gripped her hand and ran out of the room with her. Well, they knew the King just too much. He was a man with vast knowledge and knew there was a possibility he might know Roseline as a healer. So, for the meantime, Martha didn't want him to know a healer was used to heal him - at least, not yet.

He was a King and an Alpha to-be, but even still, he was what he always was—alone. Noah smiled from eye to eye. The weight was power. And power was something he never had a taste of in his life. And the second he did, he was disgusted that he liked it. "We await your first command, Ksei, my Alpha, my King," Elder Ginsa spread a helpless arm toward the crowd.

I'm not sure if I'm opposed to that or not. I chew uneasily on my fingernail. "His position as King has been restored. I'm frightened of him." I'm curious to know how he managed to get the territory back off Vaia, and what or who he had to sacrifice. Now that he is King, I'm more terrified than ever. He has power, and he can do as he wants, and demands what he wants, including getting me to marry him. Marek frowns. "So what, you want to obey?"

I let out a sharp whimper, curling into myself, but a hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head back. “Look at the King,” a guard hissed. My blurred vision slowly cleared and my eyes collided with a pair of dark, blue eyes across the room. He was seated on a throne that looked like it was meant for the devil. I looked at his face and chills shot down my spine when I finally recognized him. It was The Lycan King, Alpha Zenith. What could I have possibly done wrong to be thrown in front of the King, known for being incredibly cruel and ruthless?

I grabbed a glass and filled it with wine and handed it over to Hozan, who dropped a little of the red liquid on his palm and licked it before giving it to his King. Wow! "You have highly trained men and better warriors. Why don't you lead your men to stop the King of Sethum." Another King said. "Highly trained men? You flatter me, King Herod." The King narrowed his eyes at the man. Anyone with his or her six senses would realize that the atmosphere had changed into a tense one. "It's not exactly a bad thing, King Damien. Leading your men to conquer the Kingdom of Sethum and Fruisca would enlarge your coast and make you the King of everyone here." King Herod continued, still oblivious to the

Rain opened the huge mahogany doors with all her strength and in stepped my grandmother, Cecelia Von Speltsper. Lady Cecelia, or grapy, as I liked to call my grandmother, was the woman who found me. She said she had been out riding when a ray of light fell from the sky and there I was. I don’t know if that story was true or if it was made up to cover my origin as a hybrid, but she was the one who discovered I had the mark of a phoenix on my back and that I was to be the next Demon King. Lady Cecelia was King at the time and none of her five sons and two daughters had the mark.

It was him. He was the man that I had spent so many years of my life hating. I had traveled far and wide and trained with the wisest and most powerful witches alive in order to become strong enough to kill this man, no. Not a man, a wolf. A monster. The monster that had taken my parents and brother from me. This was the man I have been hunting. The pulling sensation in my chest had brought me directly to him. The Alpha King.