I Am The Sorcerer King Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

But I'd never seen him, not until now. And gods help me, the stories hadn't done him justice. "Ah," his voice spilled across the courtyard. "The great King Sargis. Protector of the realms. Keeper of order. I half-expected you to cower in your throne room while your dogs bled for you. But no..." His lips curved, too sharp to be called a smile. "Here you are. Bleeding yourself." His gaze dragged lazily to the dead littering the ground, the fires climbing the palace walls, and the lycans struggling against the witches' curse as it tore at their minds and senses. Then back to me.

While the ground soaked in blood and it seeped into the fabric covering Daniel’s knees, the memory he carried for so long drifted from his pores and ignited in the flames quickly consuming them. The stench of skin and hair and blood boiled in the air until Daniel emerged unscathed from the inferno and faced his men. He stood before Agamori and yelled to the Riders. “This was for Rosemary.” The old wizard bowed his head to Daniel and slid his hand to his chest. The King’s aura glowed in the brightest colors that Haldir had ever seen as Daniel put his hand on his shoulder. “For your Queen.” The Darke King stepped back and called back the fires into his skin and spoke out to the old gods watchi

People scream and scurry away in fear, they are right to fear me, I am too angry to show mercy right now. I remember reading a book when I was a girl, all about dragon lore and the special things they could do, so I lift my right paw and bite into my finger/toe to draw blood, then lower it to Drake. I let a few drops fall onto his chest and then one into his mouth, before sealing my wound and returning my attention to those around us. These tiny things are all my enemies they all are trying to take Drake away from me! “RAARR!! Grrrrr!!”

“I am here because you have crossed into the Forbidden Territory—a place reserved for those who carry the burden of leadership. And because you carry the blood of the pack, the spirits have not turned you away.” Aveline felt a shiver run down her spine. “We didn’t mean to intrude,” she said, her voice steady despite her fear. “We’re trying to return to Whispering Woods.” Alaric’s expression darkened, a shadow passing over his features. “The path you seek is fraught with peril,” he warned, his voice echoing with a deep, ancient sorrow. “Darkness grows within the heart of the pack—a darkness that seeks to consume all that remains of what was once pure.”

“Sorcerer, your malevolent actions have brought suffering to our pack. We demand you leave our lands at once.” The figure chuckled darkly; the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “Ah, the mighty Alpha Dominic and his band of misfits. How quaint,” the sorcerer drawled, their voice dripping with malice. Stepping out of the shadows, they revealed themselves to be a tall figure cloaked in intricate robes, their face obscured by a hood. “Weak creatures, you dare to challenge me?” the sorcerer sneered, their hands crackling with dark energy. “I am beyond your feeble understanding, and your defiance will only bring about your downfall.”

What fantastical narrative is this? "According to the sorceress's far-sighted visions of the future, the Dark King is not of this world. He is a werewolf from another realm. Should he win the Moon Goddess' battle, he'll gain the power to open a portal to his world, which could unleash catastrophic consequences on our planet. That's why the Dark King must perish at any cost," Howard explained, his resolve clear. "I will not release the antidote, no matter what."

she reasoned. He snorted angrily. "She deserves what awaits here out there," he muttered coldly with visible disdain in his eyes. I shudder in both shock and fright. I had never expected him to be this heartless and cold. I had always viewed him as a gentle, kind and thoughtful man. "Take her further to the edge of the forest and prepare the potion," he ordered solemnly and servants, who heard his commanding tone, shivered before rushing to carry out his order. The guards pulled me roughly. The sharp edges of the rocks cut through my skin as they dragged me even on the floor whenever I fell weakling, unable to bear the weight of my body with my wobbling legs.

The chains were tight. And then Deamara heard the voice of the dark god, which made her freeze. Penetrating to the bone, alien to this world, a whisper. He uttered only one word, from which the princess froze: -Not interested… The sorcerer was just opening his mouth in amazement, and the smoky figure was already melting and thinning. The otherworldly power was slipping away, dissolving, spreading shadows along the corners and cracks. The chains loosened, becoming ordinary metal again.

That bougie witch had better have the same number because I need another potion made or a spell to remove the mark on that bitch’s grandson. I curse the day Sandra was born. I’d curse Selene, but I don’t need the Goddess to send one of her reapers to come get me. Picking up my phone, I scroll through my contacts to find my first line of defense to operation “keep the alpha King secret”. The call goes to voicemail. “Call me back bougie witch. There’s a problem that’s come up. If I don’t hear from you by the end of the week, I’m going to visit a certain person and you don’t want that”.

Vragenn instantly found himself next to the girl. “You…” the king muttered through his teeth. - Do you even understand what you’re doing? - Certainly! - Ira grinned. The enemy was angry, which means he was sloppy. “I want to make fun of you well before I kill you...” The chosen one attacked the king with hatred.