I Am The Sorcerer King Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

He gritted and gave me the final kick in my belly, making curdled blood spurt out of my mouth. "Greg, it's okay... Let's see how she would wage the war on us. The sorcerer has said it all. She has told us all her secrets, so we thought we would show her what we can do!" Wolve, the alpha king, howled with his deep voice that sent shrills over me. I spit out more blood from my cavity and looked up at him. I need to know if there is any resemblance in us because right now, I'm sure he isn't my father. He can never be!

They are Vicious. They are Cruel. They are Lethal. Their names are not known, and their origins trace back to the first Lycan that walked the earth. They are three Alphas that rule the most feared kingdom separated from the human realm by a magical portal that opens once every five years. Ariadne had only heard of tales of the Beasts and believed those that cross the realms to be fools. Daring to cross such realms had never truly crossed her mind but as her eighteenth birthday begins to approach, she knows her future is already set in two paths; sold as a slave to another cruel master or work in the brothels as one of the many town whores.

And now, I have the mighty dragon demon watching my back. A strange heat began to consume my heart. And a single thought was the one that spun in my mind. "Take your place, Moriah. The true wife of the king of the underworld. Embrace the crown and own it" Now, my steps were steady. I walked towards my destiny, with the strength that I never thought I had. The king's hand was within reach, and without hesitation, I took it. There was an exchange of energy, which stunned me for a few seconds, making me close my eyes. Later, when I opened them, my eyes were no longer the same.

' thought Charlotte with a smile while looking at the dragon king Damien reading a book . She tried to escape , she tried to run , she tried to make a deal with him but his obsession over her , made things even more difficult . '''''''''Hello everyone ! The author here ! I hope you like my new story ! This is chapter is a summary of the story . The next chapter is where the story really begins . Please , don't forget to leave a review or a comment after reading it ! Love ya !!!!! ''''''''''''

He was the crown prince and cannot be touched. Now he has become King. I swore revenge. It’s blood or blood. The only way to get closer to the King without suspicion is to take part in the King’s game, win and become his shadow and so I have trained all day and all night to be strong enough to take on that position by his side and from that very position, torture awaits him. I will torment him until he runs mad and dies from the inside before i finally kill him physically and then, I would escape like nothing happened just like he did with Stacy’s death.

“Your blood knows. It remembers everything, even if your mind doesn’t. And soon… you will be fully mine.” I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms. “I am not yours.” His grin deepened. “You were mine before, and you’ll be mine again.” I was his? What the hell is he on about? The door groaned open. Another figure stepped inside. The energy shifted instantly. A man with piercing, shadowed eyes. Tall. Cold. Dangerous. My stomach turned. “Let’s begin,” the king murmured. A white substance was sprinkled on me and just then, the shadows swallowed me again.

“Well, Cassandra, what if I told you the Alpha King of Wegalla wanted Darrin Felix to die because he found out that he was obsessed with sorcery? Or more precisely, that the Alpha King wanted to use sorcery to become immortal?” “What?” I blurted out before I could stop myself and my eyes widened. Quickly, I felt dazed. My vision was blurred and the image of Kaleb started to twist. I felt woozy and off-kilter, and I tried to push aside the feeling, but it was no use. A wicked smile appeared on the Northern king’s face, and before I lost consciousness and fell into oblivion, I heard him utter something, but I couldn’t make sense of it.

"You will live. And you will fight. That is your penance. Not death. Life. Service. Loyalty. You will earn your place among us, or you will die trying. But not here. Not like this." Soren's hands trembled. The blade clattered on the stone floor, the sound echoing through the silent chamber. "Thank you," he whispered. His voice broke. The king's name burned on my tongue. Ashur. And somewhere in the darkness, he heard me. The ground shook. The walls of the fortress trembled. The gold light flickered and dimmed, as if the ancient magic was failing. The sky beyond the entrance went black, as if the sun had been swallowed whole. A voice, ancient and terrible, spoke from the shadow—not in my mind,

The air inside the Void-Chamber was thick with the scent of ozone and ancient, stagnant magic. Solas, the Solar King, stood before the massive vortex of solidified darkness, his white-gold armor reflecting the unnatural swirl of the abyss. He looked like a god, but his eyes—wide and hungry—betrayed the dying mortal underneath.

Kori’s paralysis fog is thick around their ankles. I lift my right hand. I ball it into a fist, then slam it downward through the air. My magic explodes outward in a sharp, golden ripple. It shatters Kori’s fog into dust. The moment the pressure breaks, Kori vanishes. A coward, as always. She dissolves into thin air before the mist even clears. The King stumbles forward, his knees buckling. I step across the rug and catch his forearm, steadying his weight. "Are you okay, my King?" I ask.