The Witch King Novels & Stories

Rogue king said as he made a sad face and tried to blackmail the witch emotionally. " I'm getting old. I need to have an heir but I can't have one until I'm on that throne. I don't want our heir to be born in this wasteland. I want what's best for our future child. Don't you want that" Rogue king said as he held her chin making sad eyes? " I want that too" The witches replied totally deceived and blinded by Rogue king's lie. "Then prepare the weapon" Rogue king ordered as he stood beside the window looking outside.

“I thought I was going to have a nightmare on my hands. You never call them derogatory names. I’ll fire you if you ever do. You always treat them with respect, as though they are family.” Jessie smirked. “You mean like how I call Jake a butthead and ass breath? That’s what you call family. You might want to tell them to treat them like anyone but family.” The Senator grinned. “Your brother hates those names, Jess. If he were here instead of in Afghanistan, he’d tell you himself.”

*(Terjemah : Translation: I can fly to the sky Will never stay Until I passed out from exhaustion Whatever the reason Whatever the reason I need courage now (Gaho - Start)) He did not realize that what he sings now, will come true in the future. In the hidden world. "Sir! Sir! Sir!" "What is wrong?" the voice seemed lazy with a million charms. "Blue cube witch," "Blue cube witch why?" now the person's voice was getting impatient. "The light from the blue cube emits light," Dubak! "What!" now the leader was getting tense, even the handle of the throne crumbled to powder. The fortune teller was suddenly shocked and scared, afraid that his head would fly. "Which cube witch is glowing again!"

I asked him again, more sternly so he knew I wasn't playing his games. "You would let the witches get away with kidnapping my boy? A member of your kingdom? What kind of king have you become?" He asked me spitefully as his anger began to rise. "Oh, I'm the kind of king who won't allow my kingdom to be manipulated into war over the likes of you or your son. I'm the kind of king who knows that your son was working with a dark witch. I'm the kind of king who knows that your son was behind the attack on my territory. So I don't particularly care what the witches decide to do with your son. They have my permission to execute whatever punishment on him that they see fit. Because I am the King & I

I walked to the center of the room, lifted my chin, and spoke. “Good morning,” I said evenly. “Thank you for waiting.” A few murmured greetings followed. “I’ll be direct,” I continued. “What happened last night was not an accident, and it was not caused by the palace or the crown.” Murmurs rippled through the room. “There is a witch,” I went on, my voice steady but firm. “Powerful. Bitter and obsessed with ending the wolf packs as we know them. She feeds on stolen power, and the final piece she needs can only be taken by killing your king.”

the incensed king questioned, rising from his throne with a twisted expression of anger, stepping on the snakes. The nervous man quickly responded, trying to sound confident, "Replying to your majesty, the people were from the following races; werewolf, dragon, sorcerer, mermaid," The king scowled, "How can a mere werewolf be able to hurt my queen?" "It is an Olmpha to be precise, your majesty," "Oh, a wolf sovereign! All four people are rare," the king said while pondering.

Her eyes opened and she gazed upon Lucius' people: from big, slimy-looking creatures to ogres, trolls, witches, and any wicked people you could ever think of. She gulped down, "Oh Goodness." She whispered to herself and averted her eyes from the audience to the priest. The head of the council—portraying as the 'priest'—have been talking on how the first king killed thousands of mortals, how the second king called a truce with the mortals and how the peace remained constant for thousands of years. The three of them stood at the huge balcony. While the audience are standing outside the castle walls, gazing up to the couple.

A selfish plan to search for Paul. When I touched the King’s head, what I actually saw was him being cursed by the sea witch. The evil witch was an old and horrifying black mermaid with crooked lips, long nose, and creepy red eyes. She was captured by the King and its mermen because of stealing in the palace and also killing several mermen wights. Before the witch died, she cursed the King that he would die from a mysterious disease that could never be cured no matter how much gold of chest would be spent to exchange for it. The King only laughed at her face before he decapitated her using his sharp trident.

Who knows what happens next? After all, the Vire Queen had always been pretty unreadable and unconventional. She is a strong and powerful witch. And she can make any man beg on his knees just to avoid her wrath and anger. Apart from that, she also possesses that perpetual beauty that will never make her age and really give her a quality to remain a Queen for the powerful kingdom. But getting married with the young prince, what would that even give them?

“Get out, Rhella.” “Leo, please. I loved you…” “Get the hell out of my house!!!” He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her until they were on the street. “Go anywhere but here. And tell your minions to never come to me again!” “LEO!” Rhella cried, so loud that a thunder nearby burned a tree down. Leo just shook his head. “From now on, I now stripped you of your title as the Ephemeral Queen. I, Leonardo Richards of Elder Blood, thereby reclaim my rightful title as the Witch King and hereby stripped this half-breed in front of me of her powers!”