Novel & Cerita The Sorcerer King

Thru seemed to have a leader this time, a huge hooded man with an aura twice as intimidating. "Sebastian Deusdedit," he called out in a eerie tone. "Respect," she spat, "emperor Sebastian, your honor." The hooded blood sucker laughed, an unpleasant sound. "I'm also a king, you know, a lord. The lord of the vampires, what you term as blood suckers." "I don't care what you call yourself but I warn you to stay away from me and my wife." The vampire lord chuckled, throwing back his hood to reveal a deathly pale face with long sharp fangs.

Esmeray was trapped inside a coffin. "Help! Help! I can't breathe in here!", she screamed. But nobody dared to open the coffin. Afterall, they didn't want to go against the Lore king, as she was his sacrificial bride. If there weren't any holes in tue coffin, she would have been dead, long gone. Finally they arrived at the palace of Maleficium. The Lore king was sitting on his chair, with legs crossed and waiting for his sacrificial bride. The people left the coffin there and rushed out, as soon as they were done. If they had looked into his eyes, they would have turned to stone. The Lore king came slowly to the coffin and opened it. Esmeray took in a deep breath, she was finally able to bre

Magic bled out of it in green smoke… it couldn’t run anymore. I shifted back to half-form and stood over it, panting, bloodied, still shaking from adrenaline. “What are you?” I growled. It chuckled bitterly. “A deal… is a deal.” It coughed again, black ichor seeping from its ribs. “My name is Sorren. I was once a sorcerer, rRuler of a ring in the magic circle right here in this region. But immortality… it seduced me, twisted my very nature. I altered my body, my soul, until all that remained was this…” its eyes flickered down to its body, “...a creature of immense power and no life.”

Amos replied, making an air quote around the 'King' https://writersnaija.com.ng/episode-2-twist-of-fate-son-of-the-soil-book-2/ "And there are no sorcerers to save the Kingdom?" I asked and Amos smiled a bit. "We had a sorcerer but the King's Shaman killed him" He replied "The King's Shaman?" I asked, a little bit confused. "Yes, when the illegitimate son claimed the throne, the late sorcerer tried as much as possible to stop him but he brought a shaman, heavens knows how or where he knows him. The shaman killed the sorcerer." Amos explained

“What is this situation? Hahaha, for me the sole reason I became King was you.” Her eyes widened in disbelief and he continued inching his face closer to her until he was so close she could feel his breath on her face. He grabbed hold of her arms, shaking her. “If you leave me, what do you suppose I do?” “Your joke is going too far…” she whimpered. Placing his forehead on hers, he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. “You must believe me, even if no one else does,” letting out a sigh and continued. “I am a man who became King for you were the King’s flower.”

Galindra stood up and clutched back the child to her bosom. 'There's still something you didn't know. An imminent threat in the East,' Galindra said. 'Threat?' 'King Salamar of the Kingdom of Esperia is raising an army, a great one this world has ever seen. With the help of Esper, a sorcerer who conjures dark magic, she might have bewitched the king. I am very much certain this has something to do with the prophecy, I am telling you.' 'Another sorcerer? One of your kind. Folly.' Melario smirked. 'The age of magic had passed already, and if there's any truth in what you were saying, then I shouldn't believe you more. Enough with this stupidity,' the king shoved his head.

"The passion between the king and the witch bore fruit, a child! A child that could never have been born." The sorcerer continued his tale in the ominous dungeon, his voice weaving through the cold air like a haunting melody. "When the king learned of the witch's pregnancy, he ordered her execution. He could not fathom the idea of bearing a child with such a being. Enraged, the witch cast a spell upon the entire kingdom. The king's greatest fear had materialized: the witch, once his love, had transformed into his adversary." The sorcerer, cloaked in shadows, continued his narrative. "But, strangely enough, nothing happened. The forests thrived, people remained content, and peace prevailed. I

Juuust great. Veronica the Viper had just walked in. With a smirk on her face it appeared. Veronica, better known as Roni, was the beloved little sister of the King family. As the only girl, she was spoiled absolutely rotten and had a talent for manipulating people to get what she wanted. She was known as "The Viper" because all she cared for in her life was her status and image as a King mem'ber and she truly didn't care about anyone 'below' her status and would happily just shallow them whole to get them out of her way. Her bite was full of venom and always had severe consequences.

the man hinted, sounding perplexed. My eyes widened. This had to be a damn joke! Chloe is the queen of the dark beasts? The goddess had paired me with the queen of the beasts, and I rejected her? Not a second passed before Willy's expression darkened. “What did you say?” “Yes, my king, that girl can cause a great war that we cannot control,” said the sorcerer. Quickly, Willy turned to me and, with all his speed, the man ran towards me and grabbed me by the neck. At that moment, my eyes widened as he furiously slammed my back against the pillar.

How was it that a well-travelled, 28-year-old, male werewolf had not managed to find, their mate? "You didn't produce an heir" I lashed out at him for touching a nerve. "All the more reason, you need a mate," he spoke sternly "You don't any other family to create an heir. It's solely on you," He was right, my parents had passed away before they could have another child. My mother died in childbirth, causing the baby to be stillborn. My father, the King's brother, passed shortly after due to the pain of losing his mate and a child The king had taken on the task to raise me, as his mate was infertile. A cruel curse of the moon goddess he would say. The king hated to be reminded he couldn't