I Am The Sorcerer King Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

One day Tomorrow is not required to wear a uniform so i need to look pretty and gorgeous but there's no black Now that all prepared think eresh what if going to tell them that im sorcerer or just white witch? Uhmm but now i need to rest I walked to my bed and slowly lying On it closed my eyes I open my eyes and look were i am, im in my throne the king and queen is there and theres 3 slave. " Your Highness the arius kingdom is preparing for the next war "one it say it i look at them

Another crack to the side of my head, and I am in a deep, black abyss. When the abyss sends me out, a man is healing me. He is not like one of the brethren, he is shriveled and corpse like, his teeth are all sharp points. He smiles at me, and licks a trail of blood from my stomach, I try to jerk away but whatever spell he uses to contain me is holding fast. Milk is weeping from my exposed nipples, seeing it makes my heart ache for my son.

Skipping over a few more lines and trimming over a few pages, I skimmed over the words until I hit what I needed. Time is passing quickly as my kingdom is in despair, the royal King and Queen have no thoughts of helpfulness to the situation nor do they seem to understand the deadliness which is entitled here; our sorcerer has hidden herself, no longer caring about anything of these Northern Whispers, even if she had the utmost interest in them… She's our only hope. Ostana, where are you?

He stood there with his terrifyingly unmatched presence, his black eyes cold in a frightening way. The sorcerer’s grip around my wrist tightened when he saw him before speaking in a rough voice. "She is mine. She belongs to me. No one will take her from me." A terrifying smile spread across Alexander’s face, and his deep voice carried a deadly threat. "Remove your hand from what belongs to me… you bastard." I think I’m now trapped in the middle of the greatest tragedy imaginable… me, the Lycan King, and the Devil of Black Magic.

When dawn came, it wasn’t light that split the horizon. It was a line of text: “The Queen stood alone. But not for long.” Liora looked up and saw her enemies, Not soldiers, Not gods. Thousands of them. Blank-faced beings formed from parchment, crawling over the cliffs, silent and hungry, Each bore a sigil carved into its chest: Chapter 0. The first reached the Citadel’s walls, Touched stone And it vanished, No flame, No crumble, Just gone, as if it had never existed, Sera tried to summon a ward, It sparked then fizzled.

She sends him flying into the wall. She walks to the window where her dragon sets fire to the kingdom of Gandigos, “It was nice seeing you again, Regi.” The king's feels his view start to fade as he watches her walk away into the thunderstorm. RISE OF LEGENDS Book #1 In TLOA Series A.C Elegbede

He involuntarily closed his eyes, hardly driving away the delusion and stubbornly waving away the letters burning with a bright flame: “... The border will be closed as long as the power of Reeta remains with her king. I swear not to claim this power and leave your family alone beyond the line that you have chosen for yourself. Words not meant for him, power not meant for him. He is a stranger, a wanderer, accidentally found himself at the crossroads between death and another existence. Or not by chance? The rumble of voices suddenly broke through the veil of half-forgetfulness, Yarsi shook himself, forcing himself not to sleep in reality. The sorcerers were talking quietly, from under the h

The King remained unreadable. "Interesting." Natasha shrugged. "I get that a lot." "Natasha," Lucien muttered. "What? I'm being polite." "You are not." "I haven't insulted anyone yet." The Queen looked personally challenged by that statement. The King ignored the exchange and returned his attention to Lucien. "You understand what you're asking." "I do." "A witch inside the palace." "Yes." "A human mate." "Yes." "While rival packs, vampires and unknown enemies hunt them." "Yes." The King's eyes hardened.

I closed my eyes, pressing my forehead against the cold stone, and dived into the ink. I didn't see memories this time. I saw a vast, endless ocean of oil. At the bottom sat a king on a throne of bone. He was screaming, his voice the source of the siren's song. I reached out with my mind, wrapping my magic around his throat like a silken ribbon. 'Shhh,' I whispered in the dark. 'Not yet. The world isn't ready for you yet.' The vibration stopped. The box went cold and heavy in my lap.

The pastor’s son had his church secrets. And now the firefighter had his forbidden flame. Soon the Sorcerer King will capture the prince... and the compilation is just getting started. Ride with me 🔥🔥🔥