Human King Goetia Novels & Stories

The absent villagers were surrounding them, standing in a trance. Damon advanced, gripping the hilt of his sword. "What is your identity?" The figure rotated, showing a skinny, white face. Their eyes were empty and devoid of any feelings. "I am the Harbinger," they proclaimed, their voice reverberating throughout the room. "And you have missed your chance." The ceremony has already started. Kyra's eyes grew larger. "What ceremony?" The Harbinger lifted their hands, causing the crystals in the walls to throb with a sinister energy. "They mentioned the ceremony for calling forth the Shadow King, their voice dripping with evil intent." "Upon his invocation, darkness will engulf your world."

Once the last male is pulled from the last cell and walks past us Noah bows his head slightly to Hunter and then follows them out. Not long after Noah disappears, Hunter reduces the power behind his aura to almost nothing, I let out a soft sigh of relief, sagging against the wall now that my head isn’t pounding and the command to submit has disappeared. A moment later King Kevin enters only instead of being followed by male Royal Warriors he is followed by female Royal Warriors.

************** Unknown POV I can’t believe that little shit has the nerve to go hang out with that damn little boy. I’ve gotta keep them apart before the truth is discovered. Leave it to him to be that observant of the damn Alpha King mark. When I black-mailed that witch for the second time, I made her give my son an identical mark of the Alpha King. That way, no one would question his legitimacy.

Dark shadows pooled under his eyes. "He is an ancient entity, after all. He doesn't believe in that fated-mate nonsense. He thinks himself above the laws of the Moon Goddess, superior to her designs." The King's mouth twisted with something between frustration and grudging respect. "But whether that old god likes it or not, your human body cannot handle his raw magic without a proper conduit. The full bond is the only thing that can provide him the structural power he needs to manifest without burning your veins to ash from the inside out."

A way to make me suffer more before he took my life for what Baila had done. “You are familiar with the dark arts. Necromancy. No?” he cocked a brow at me. I swallowed. It burned my throat to do so. Certainly, the high king of the realm who had relentlessly persecuted witches over the years was not asking me to bring his son back from the dead. He knelt before me, taking my chin gently between his thumb and his index finger. My blue eyes met with his dark brown eyes and I saw the grief in them, desperation like no other. Dark circles marred the skin beneath the high king’s eyes. His eyes were red rimmed and filled with tears as he stared into mine pleadingly.

The Vampire King smiled, raising his hand until that black shadow entered his hands, merging with his soul and body He opened his eyes, which had become completely black, before returning to their normal red color, and turned to the red moon behind him “There is not much left, I just have to find the key, I will reach the great power, and then I will rule the paranormal world, including the hidden kingdom.” He looked at a large picture in the middle of the wall behind him "You too will be my queen, dear Astraea, just wait for me, I'm coming to get you back, my crazy love."

"Why?" "You look like someone I know," I murmur. I realise he will know who I am talking about, since he is hired to protect Kailor, and the biggest threat to the King is the infamous Hunter. "I'm not exactly a fan of Summoner's." Now that I'm in close proximity to him, he doesn't actually look very much like Marek. His hair is a darker hue, as is his eyes. There is more marking on his head, suggesting he finds it easy to blend in here without being accused of being a Summoner.

Mother was Katerina Rosalind Silva (deceased) and Father was Romanov Niclaus Valentine (deceased). "He is a King," I breathed. I couldn't tell if that was arousal running through my core or fear.

Understanding what she meant, sol took the dagger from her hand and slit the palm of his right hand before clenching his fist. Blood slowly, very slowly began to dribble from his palm. The wound, to the surprise of Sol already showing signs of closing. Finally With a splash, one drop of his blood touched the hexagram. "I, Camelia Castitas. Suprême daughter of Castitas, beseech the goddesses to accept my request on the behalf of Sol Luxuria, crown prince and future king of Lustburg." The hexagram immediately went from a deep scarlet to a deep golden. A flash of light immediately enveloped them.

His eyes gleamed with the appetite of a predator, but not just any prey would suffice. He wanted Hailey. I felt the pull of his magic as he spoke, his voice a distorted hymn of ancient power. Shadows twisted at his feet, crawling up his form, merging with his flesh until his outline pulsed with dark energy. He was no longer just a King—he was becoming something else, something worse. A god of the damned. The air vibrated as his ritual grew stronger, as magic hunted Hailey through the invisible currents that linked destinies. I saw her sleeping form twitch, her breath catch as if she sensed it, as if something dark was reaching out for her, calling her name.