Human King Goetia Novels & Stories

"Don't fret, my dear, for nothing is coming to you because you have all of us." "Can I know the prophecy?" she asked, gut feeling that it was all centred on her. "Okay, if you want to," he said, smiling softly while she nodded her head “A King will be given birth to. The King of Kings. The King shall be mighty, so powerful that no man could conquer. Except for his mate, who would be from another realm. An abomination! A curse! He shall be a demon, vampire, wolf and an elemental witch. The wolf shall be bigger than any normal wolf.

Beta Bradley stood behind him, watchful. Kaiden looked up and spotted the priestesses. The room quieted as the elders turned and noticed the priestesses too. Kaiden immediately straightened on his throne. His voice came out sharp and edged with urgency. “What did you find?” “My king,” Hera said, stepping forward and bowing slightly. Kaiden didn’t wait. His voice rose, strained and impatient. “What did the test say?” “Gothel,” Hera replied immediately. “The magic in the boy’s blood was from Queen Gothel. Her dark magic. Someone in this realm has been possessed by her. That person is now feeding on the souls of others.”

– Kyrian answered firmly, without hesitation. - Okay, I'll help you. No matter how stupid this man in love turned out to be, their meeting played into the king’s hands. The battle with Tristan and the final blow inflicted by a vampire unknown to him left the Lord completely weakened. And the opportunity to renew your strength on the full moon, and even in a ritual circle with a volunteer, simply cannot be missed! - Ask for this, and I will give you the whole world, I will fulfill all your desires. - The vampire knelt down, looking into the young man’s eyes, listening to his every word.

Nerro boasted. “YUUNO RUN HE MEANS TO USE US ALL TO SUMMON THE DARK GODS!” The High priestess shouted. The king took out a knife as he stabbed the High Priestess carving out her heart as he ate it without a moment’s hesitation. Kent covered their eyes as the priestess cried out in pain as she died before the heartless king. Khorn rage was at its boiling point unleashing a mighty roar aiming his ax towards the king. “HOW DARE YOU KILL YOUR KIND!” Khorn shouted.

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Samael ⋅• ♱ I observed, just watched as each one entered, first Asra, then each of the 9 princes and finally..., Callisto, Callisto accompanied by Kezabel and a child, a beautiful blonde child who smiles so openly and genuinely that I couldn’t help but feel my heart skip a beat. "Something interesting?" Anneliese asked me ironically and I turned to face her.

_____________________ [{Outline Section}] Ozgur Doğan is The King of all the Kings of Demon in this story, destruction is within him. Ozgur is a demon, so that makes him decide to manipulate about him, and Kim Ara is trapped into his life. But what happened? Kim Ara found out about it. Is there still a secret that Ozgur is hiding, again? His angelic figure, deceiving. The charm of his green eyes, outsmart. And the meaning of his name, lies. That deity-like face is not as good as his true nature, Ozgur Doğan's identity covers his self as a Lucifer.

“Ligabit te ad illam, faciens quod sentias, non e converso. Sanguinem tuum illi dabis, quod dimidium est sanguinis ritum, quia debes accipere pro eo ad perficiendum. (it will only bind you to her, making you feel what she feels, not the other way around. You are giving her your blood, which is half of the blood ritual since you need to take hers for it to be completed.” The king sighs, looking down at me. His emotions were bare for me to see; I could see the sadness, guilt, and pain in them. “Adepto parata (Get the things ready.)” He says to Loukas, and the latter bows, giving me one last look before walking out of the room. “It’s okay. Αγάπη μου, it's all going to be okay.”

At that moment, Hansel took a step forward and said cautiously, “Your Majesty, Lord Kenny and Jack are heading to conquer The Nine Continent. Shall I order them to come back here?” Lord Kenny and Jack were the King of the Dead’s puppets. Since Donoghue absorbed the King of the Dead’s energy, he was Lord Kenny and Jack’s new master. A smile appeared on Donoghue’s face, “It’s fine. Let them accomplish the task as usual. Also, please tell them they will receive great rewards if they manage to complete the tasks.” Hansel nodded immediately. “Yes, Your Majesty!” Then, he saw the eight Oracles, who were tied to the prayer altar. “What about them?”

But when they did, they weren’t to be taken lightly, no matter how funny these visions or prophecies sounded. “I still remember her words: The Deceiver shall bring you a King, a King in commoner’s clothes. His background will be humbling, and his appearance deceiving for one as noble as he. The King shall be brought to your doorstep, a diamond in the rough; one whose maturity is of mind only. Yet your treatment of him shall determine where you shall stand when he comes into himself. He shall be swallowed by the depths, deceived by those he loves. But he will not die. For Sheol wouldn’t be able to keep him. And from it he shall rise as the Harbinger of Chaos!”

"I'm sorry, I don't think I actually know your name." The Horde King tipped his head back and laughed. Once he wound down his mirth, he cleared his throat. "Felix of Ravenscourt, Goddess Kiema." He swept into a courtly bow. "Really?" I shook my head. "Join us, Felix of Ravenscourt, Horde King of the Dark Fae." "Goddess?" Seagull sneered. "Shooting a little higher than our station, huh?" I lifted my shirt, revealed my rune. "It would seem then that Heppni has been lying about more than just her brother Hellion."