Novel & Cerita King Of Myriad Domains

“You don’t know me.” “I know enough,” he said. He stopped right in front of her. Close enough that she could feel the heat from his body. “I know you’ve been searching my name at night. I know your husband hurts you. And I know you feel something when you dominate my cock with your hands.” Elara looked up at him. Her voice shook. “I’m sorry—” Dante’s slow smirk stopped her cold. “Don’t be. I’m not finished with you yet, Doctor.”

The king’s pheromones had become a suffocating blanket of burnt wood that heralded the king’s dominance into every crevice of Evren’s gland. “Leave us!” The king’s command resounded through the throne hall like a thunderclap. Within seconds, the throne hall emptied, leaving Evren standing with trembling knees before the Lycan Crown, every instinct in his body screaming for him to run, yet his feet remained rooted to the cold marble floor.

I fold the paper and hand it to him before walking away. “It isn’t that easy. These things take time to accomplish.” “Second plan, my love. You tell me what you want to do. Do you want to be the King of two Kingdoms?” I taunt him with the idea. “Not really. That is a lot of work.” “That is why we hire people who will help take care of the Kingdoms. We do not need to be policemen, jailers, judges, or executioners. We need to help these people and not by a heavy thumb.” “You do not understand the amount of work this will take. The tole that it will take on your mind, body, and soul.” “Maybe I do not understand Lawler. But I do know that I have a choice. Two choices, actually. You do not want m

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

As for exacting punishment on behalf of the heavens, it was just another way that people of the world described the Divine Law domain. Unfortunately, no one had perceived it for hundreds of years, which was why it had become a legend in the Holy Grandia. That was also why Colter had underestimated Sebastian. He had thought that even the Divine Law domain was nothing impressive. Realms were the true expression of power. However, he now realized how terrifying the Divine Law domain was. Not only did it have formidable defensive power, but it could even strike a fatal blow while keeping up a defence. No other domain possessed such a power.

Gone were Levi’s Basilisk and Merlin’s army of the undead after they were swallowed by the manifestation of Maleficent’s domain in the real world. A domain was a skill for wide-ranged spells that would affect the surrounding. Most of domains were created to make portals as such; portals could also be classified as a kind of domain. When inside a domain, the domain’s owner amplified the spells the owner could perform thus doubling the impact for the enemies caught in the domain. Now, there were rare occasions when domains would leap from the owner’s control and body, and would manifest in a real world. This way, the domain would show itself even for the enemies of the owner like what Malefice

Domains were useful for strengthening the techniques one used, and there were various types of domains depending on the technique or how the user manifested their own domain. Long Chen knew that losing the path to the emperor was only the beginning, and the domain was merely something that made his path smoother when breaking through to the emperor's realm. If someone could create a domain nearly equal to the emperor's domain, that person would undoubtedly be able to step into the emperor's realm smoothly.

SOPHIE COULDN'T believe her ears at what came out of King Ragnar's lips. "This is to be your place," he spoke. "You can come and go as you please." "That's impossible," she said, her eyes reflecting her confusion as she searched his face for the truth, but his eyes betrayed nothing but the crafty thoughts Sophie had yet to uncover. "It is," he confirmed. "Remember? I am King." "But what about my duties?" she asked, taken off guard.

He trailed off then got to his feet. "Perish." He whispered softly. I sighed then shifted my gaze from him. "It wouldn't be the end of the demon kingdom even if I was to perish Ose." I answered in a low tone. "It would, because you have no heir or female to warm your bed." He pointed out. I groaned loudly then raised my hand. "Hail the Great Maou." He whispered under his breath then took a few steps back before turning and walking away. I moved and sat on the throne with a sigh.

For years, every kingdom suffered under the regime of tyrant King Elijah. He whipped women, took the men as nothing but drum fetchers. The entire eight kingdoms were under him and he did no good. He was a bad king to his own Kingdom, and a worser one to others. Until six years ago, when he was finally brought down and killed by Lord Alejandro, a child he had undermined so badly. As punishment for him not having a male heir, the Lords took his one and only daughter, Meandra, and declared that she suffers the sins of her father. She’s to serve each kingdom for a year, as a slave nonetheless, tortured and broken just like her father did them.