The Sorcerer King Novels & Stories

But nevertheless, their plan went ruined. "I know how Jack was caught and arrested, I read it from my book" I told the sorcerer. He proceeded saying, concerning the question you asked me about the king to provide thousands of soldiers to kill the viper. King Thanus has no plan of killing the viper. "Oh, his name is Thanus", I interrupted him.

His mind fought her like a storm, lashing back with visions of fire, broken kingdoms, and the looming shadow of Hades himself. Althea staggered but clenched her fists. “Tell me!” she demanded, her voice trembling but resolute. The sorcerer’s laughter rang out—manic, triumphant. “You will never win. His heir will open the way. His spies walk beside you already, unseen, unmarked. You cannot stop him!” The shadows writhed, and Althea felt herself slipping under. “That’s enough!” Gavriel’s roar cut through the chaos. In one brutal motion, he stepped forward. His hand blurred, and before the sorcerer could laugh again, Gavriel’s strike was swift and final. The sorcerer’s head snapped to the side,

"Leave the boy with me," said the sorcerer-king. The demons retreated from the hall and closed the bronze doors behind them. The other sorcerers kept watching by the walls. When the Czar walked towards him, Ruslan looked back nervously. For a long moment, the Czar stood looking down at him without saying a word. His eyes seemed to penetrate his soul. Ruslan tried not to stare back. "You must be wondering why you're brought here, young lad." His words were courteous, his manner charming, but it was clear that he had no good intention. "Don't worry. I'm not going to harm you, well, as long as you cooperate, of course."

“He plans to usurp the power of the king and use it to decimate the remainder of the witch settlements. While some of you may see that as a good thing, I ask you to take five seconds to consider what the dark wizard was promised in exchange for his part in this.” There was muttering between a few of the elders, and I could feel all eyes on me. “He doesn’t care how many of us die,” Sybil piped up. “He only cares that the witches are wiped out. He’ll sacrifice all of us to get what he wants. Anyone that doesn’t swear completely fealty to him won’t last long.” Several of the elders looked at each other in concern. Onyx turned to me and looked at me softly. His voice was quiet and delicate. “Wi

But I had never expected that the man I had thought of as a father figure would want to marry me and would resort to blackmailing to get what he wants. What the hell was wrong with him? I had known Rihero from a very early age, but not as early as I had known the other members of the Dark Council. I wasn’t born, but brought into the world through a ray of light falling down from the heavens. And I was specifically sent to this dimension to rule as King because on my back, I had the birthmark that determines the Kings of this dimension, the mark of the Phoenix. As the Kings and Queens of other dimensions had arrived to greet me, Rihero had been absent, subtly telling everyone that he was leas

I gesture to Ogi to wipe his lips, but instead, I get McKenzies attention. "Oh my god. Why is King with purple lips?" She screams. I can sense all eyes on me. "Awesomesauce..." I say. He's a quarter of mile away. "You're paying for this..." I whisper, knowing that he's listening. I walk towards McKenzie, revenge on my face "Listen up, everybody, McKenzie is speaking her mind. Shut tha funk up so thy Queen Bee does not need to scream. Lord knows she can't survive much longer without her dose... of atention." And then I tell her "MethHead" and smile.

"It all sounds good and wonderful but again, I'm not interested. I like my solitude. If the current 'vampire king' knows that I helped him, he would have my head" "He is not the king. He is just a murderer and imposter. You are not that secluded as you paint the picture. If we can find you then he can too. And what will stop him from taking you? Using you for your powers? He already has a mage under his thumb and he will do the same with you" "Nonsense! He doesn't scare me. I can handle him"

"If you channeled my magic now I think it would kill you and I don't want that." "You underestimate me," Violet replied, forcing herself to smile. "I haven't met a Monarch yet I couldn't handle." He smirked, showing faint dimples. "I'm nothing like your Storm King, Violet. My magic doesn't calm. It has no release. Its constant, unrelenting, and violent." "I guess that's what happens when you steal the magic of other Monarchs. One body can only hold so much. Perhaps you've reached your limits, king."

“My Lord I didn’t realize you were here otherwise I would have brought the girls another day to get fitted.” The King turned his head to look at Lazarus, at the same time his eyes were off to the side glancing at Jezzebelle. His hair was well managed and was well past his shoulders. You can certainly tell he was an ancient his ears were pointed and when he spoke he had an accent. According to her father he came from France. He also had frightening fangs. The older you get the more the Bloodthirst takes it toll. The King noticed Jezzebelle was looking at him or more than less was studying him.

I had just about 50 direct children in my coven. I had changed a lot more but I'd let them form their own coven and break off from me. He had around five hundred from what it seemed and he thought he could encroach on my territory. What he didn't seem to remember was. I was the king of vampires for a reason. I may not show power but I owned all the power. Every once in a while a foolish vampire tried to covet my power. They tried to challenge me for my position. They always found out why it was not only stupid but illogical to do that. The older Sired knew better but these newer ones had to be taught why I was called The Black Death.