Human King Goetia Novels & Stories

The demon adviser nodded his head and replied. "Your majesty, the human has been linked and marked by the tree of knowledge and the king's infernal steed. Thus, everything that is directly linked to the king we will know.

Stacey bows her head to our king. With a roar and a snap, my king comes forward. “Great servants, you have freed me,” Caesar tells us. He reaches out and touches Stacey’s head. Why is my King touching my mate? “My King,” I draw his attention. “I have killed the wizard and offer him to you as tribute. In hopes you will allow my human Adam to mark our fated mate.” He shifts back to Stacey and sees my mark on her neck. “Such a pretty wolf. Wolves are beneath us, Bruce, they are less than. To keep her, your human and you would have to accept the rank Omega forever,” My King tells me I will never again be considered a Prince of Beasts.

Did Father know this when he arranged my marriage to Anna? “After that, Her Majesty asked me to teach her how to summon her magical beast. As you know, Your Majesty, a magical beast, is the manifestation of our identities, one of each person. Her Majesty summoned a serpent... a five-headed serpent. And there's more—her magical light is gold.” Gold. The color of the royal family. Alex possessed gold magic as well. More than that, gold magic signified immense magical reserves and extraordinary power. “Have you told Anna any of this?” Alex asked.

The walls were etched with old prophecies, written in the tongues of demons and dead kings. At the center of the temple was a circle of red-cloaked figures. In their middle stood a man, pale and bald, his eyes pure white. He was known only as The Veil, the High Seer of the Order. He held a scroll made of human skin, reading aloud: > “The Vampire King rises. The Queen walks once more. When the moon bleeds red, The Morning Star shall awaken. And this world shall bow in fire and ash.” A deep hum rose from the Order.

“Word from the higher-ups says the new reincarnation of the Alpha King is the Steinhart Prince. That family’s influence isn’t just strong—it’s global. Can we even touch that bloodline, especially outside this country?” A cold laugh slips past my lips. “The Moonhart are busy chasing the Megetsune’s fragments. They’re too blinded by their crusade to see what’s coming. Let them dig their own graves. They’ll die trying.”

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.

“Prophecies written in the very stones of this land, buried beneath centuries of fear and denial. Of a Shadow Queen, born of banishment and betrayal, destined to rise from the ashes of her pack. And of a Lost King, who would guide her path, waiting for her awakening” Selene felt a profound jolt, a surge of realization that pulsed through her new form. A Lost King? The whispers from the forest had mentioned fragmented images, ancient texts about a forgotten ruler, one connected to primal shadow magic, a cosmic dancer of light and dark. Could he be the source of Malachi's power? The pieces began to click, a terrifying, exhilarating puzzle slotting into place in her mind.

Draco meticulously adds the blood into the contents of the pot. The other two kings and Elon's mother gather a few steps from the altar. "Your majesty, how shall we know when the magic is most potent?" King Andriel questions. "This stuff is otherworldly, thus you all need to follow my instructions to the letter. Otherwise we all might be swallowed up by the unknown," Draco warns. "Why do you need to understand anything here, Andriel?" Elon questions suspiciously. "You're getting any mischievous thoughts to take advantage of this ritual? Remember whose right it is to become the King of kings."