Human King Goetia Novels & Stories

"Torren. Alaric's second, the one who trains his personal guard. He was standing at the fortress gate likas belonged there, giving orders to men I didn't recognize. I don't know what it means, my king, but it isn't a coincidence." "It means Alaric isn't simply suspicious of a human in his king's bed," Kellan said grimly. "It means he's actively working with whoever's behind this. The rogue attacks, the letter, now Priya. All of it, orchestrated from inside these walls." Marlowe felt sick, the pieces sliding into place with a clarity that made her stomach turn. "He was in the great hall tonight. He looked me in the eye and threatened me in front of the entire council, and the whole time he al

What could the spell be? Instead, she asked, "what are you doing with those captives in warehouses? What is the blood for?" If possible, her eyes glared some more, promising retribution. However, she screamed the next minute. "You don't reply, you get hurt," Lothaire shot back calmly. "To hold the king in that cage, we need... we need a lot of blood. The others in the kingdom, they would doubt. To create the illusion that he is the king to everyone we need to perform regular rituals," Henrietta said pointing her eyes to the backseat.

Calvin said looking at her direction before leading her out of the hall. "Kadja you will come with us" Calvin instructed as soon as he set his eyes on the ancient witch. "I do not take orders from you prince. Has the king sent you?" Kadja purred her reply. She was one of the senior witches in the kingdom and the most feared in the three realms. Most times she acted weak and blind but Calvin knew better. She was sneaky and coy. Her eyes shone an unearthly purple as they moved from side to side. A seductress. With her pink full lips, high cheek bones and well pronounced curves. Nobody knew her purpose in life but legend has it that she's an ancient princess roaming the realms looking for her l

Dante's POV Everything was finally over, and I was on a plane ride back home to Christopher. I was supposed to call him tonight, but I was busy in the meeting with Hotep and didn’t get the chance. Since the meeting had been going well, I decided to finish it today so I could come back home to him. Hotep was a vampire. An ancient, older than any I’d seen before. I didn’t even know vampires could live that long. He was an Egyptian vampire who used to be worshiped as a god.

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!”

The creature screamed. Black smoke poured from Kael's body. It rose into the air, twisting into a monstrous shape. For the first time, I saw what had been hiding inside him. Not a man. Not a spirit. A king. An enormous shadow stood above us wearing a crown made of bones. Its voice shook the entire kingdom. “I AM THE FIRST KING.” The ancient woman fell to her knees. “The King of the First Age…” Kael lay motionless beside me. I rushed to him.

voices cried in unison as heads turned upward. A silhouette emerged within the storm, slowly becoming clearer—a dark, menacing figure with fiery orange eyes and a cruel, predatory smile. His black, scale-like armor bore the crimson mark of a serpent across the chest, topped with a horned helm that declared him ruler of shadows. With clawed, inhuman hands and an aura of pure malice, he embodied the very essence of a serpent king born of darkness and fear. "Apophis," Maya whispered in horror. Then, spotting the witches, she screamed at the top of her lungs:"Stop them! They’re trying to release Apophis, the god of chaos! They’re feeding the chant with death itself!"

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

The Alpha king asked, taking another step closer, and Evren instinctively recoiled in fear as the king lowered himself, fingers going underneath Evren’s chin to lift the Omega’s head. Their eyes met for the second time in one night, and even though every nerve in Evren’s body screamed for him to lower his eyes, the sheer force of the king’s dominance pressing for submission, something else had Evren’s eyes glued to the king’s grey irises. Which, for some odd reason, seemed to have softened, but not with the tenderness one would gaze upon a lover. It was… No, it couldn’t be empathy; that was an emotion beyond the king.

I was told to move on, I was told to let the soul of my mate go and be in the bosom of the moon goddess but I couldn't, I couldn't let go. The door creaked and a young male walked in. He bowed and said "It's time." I nodded and he bowed before exiting the room, I stood up and button the jacket of my suit and then composed myself before leaving the room. I am the Lycan king, I am King Elijah and I have a kingdom to protect. *** *** *** The meeting room was packed with elders of the coven arguing among themselves. I sighed and popped in one of the empty seats and watched them closely.