King Og God Novels & Stories

The blood of kings and queens, concentrated through generations of careful breeding into something that sang to every predatory instinct Velis possessed. It called to him with a voice older than civilization, promised pleasures beyond mortal comprehension if he would only lean down and drink... Instead, he kicked the bowl across the chamber.

Guards rushed in and held him down. The younger Caelum stood up and brushed the dust off his robe. He looked down at the version of himself on the floor. “Take this lunatic away. He’s been impersonating the King of the Gods. Throw him into the Pit of Lightning. He doesn’t come out. Ever.” The guards dragged Caelum toward the door. He fought them the whole way, screaming that he was the King of the Gods, that he was, that they would all regret this. The sound got farther and farther away, until the doors closed.

Because this is what is worshiped by Basileus Bahari, the king of the Ilioque Realm. But their black magic was still not enough to defeat the South Acsese Mizrasic Sea-Eoburos Kingdom. Because this kingdom is blessed and chosen by 'Omnipotens Deus'. So they're the most powerful and rich kingdom in the ocean world. The Ilioque Realm is near 'Kilianata Valley', it is a world of immortals. Its major city is the Ottonem Nunneapia Nation'.

I paused, pushing away from his chest and staring into his eyes, “Why do you call me that?” He bent down, leaning against the tree and sitting down and pulling me with him. “In this Kingdom, they call you Queen.” He paused, “But no one treats you like a Queen. They don’t deserve you and you’re not some Queen.” He caressed my cheek, wiping away the tears, “You are a goddess. You’re meant to be worshipped, not abused. You’re supposed to be the greatest of them all. This Kingdom is too small for you. You’re meant to rule over everything.”

Recently, King Edward Herman and Queen Mary Herman had announced the fixed marriage of their daughter to the King of Country A. Country A was the richest and most powerful nation, ruled by the formidable and ruthless King Alexander Knight, often referred to as the "God of War" for his undefeated record on the battlefield since the age of 15. Country K, in contrast, is a small and vulnerable nation, situated next to Country A. Due to continuous attacks from their powerful neighbor, the people of Country K had suffered greatly. Their resources and strength were insufficient to defend against the aggressors.

Still, in the land of sorrows and agony, the country is filled with sadness and envy, and also the community whereby the crown prince is even tired of his father's gods and he has promised to burn them all and serve a new Creator and new image and an idol too. And that happened to be a sorcerer's idol and the idol had promised to give Cyrus, all that he desired even, any kind of supernatural powers too will be given to him So Dianna instructed the crown prince of Kingstonville to bring his father's gods so that they will burn it down

I thought that with phoenix back, I could protect the pack without thinking of the decision-making aspect. Darted worriedly. What if I fail to make a good decision in the near future. I might've proven myself worthy of the position, but I could also prove myself unworthy with any slight mistake. Besides, I had never been a ruler before, I had no idea how it was being one. I was practically just following my instincts for now, but the more I sat down to think about it, the more worried I became.

"Odin wants to be the Devil." Jack clenched his obsidian fist. The black veins flared, not with pain, but with power. "Let them bring Ragnarok," Jack Sterling said to the wind. "I’ve killed a God. Now... it’s time to hunt the Kings."

“I’ll let you get your rest. Please try to get some sleep, Alpha Kendra.” “Get out,” Kendra rolled her eyes in an equally playful manner. “I’ll see you soon,” he said before he left. Once again, Kendra was alone. The adrenaline from having Derek there, and everything that followed, was wearing off. The reality of her situation was settling in again, causing panic to rise up. She had no idea what she was going to do, especially with the King coming in just a few short hours. She had heard of the Lycan King, a wolf who’s bloodline had been granted wolves by the Goddess herself, not through the lycanthropy virus, was a fair ruler, though cold. However, he was not one to be messed with, and he h