The God-King Chronicles

By Carlos Segui

Moctezuma and the Secret of the Underworld

What if everything we know about the fall of the Aztec Empire was just the surface of an ancient, hidden secret?

In the early days of the Spanish conquest, the great emperor Moctezuma vanishes without a trace. For three nights, his guards see nothing, hear nothing. No one can explain his absence. But the truth runs deeper—and is far more astonishing—than history books have ever revealed...

The legend begins here: Moctezuma is taken, in spirit, to Mictlán—the Mexica underworld—where he faces sacred trials and receives a chilling message from the gods. When he returns, his soul is divided: he knows the truth, but he is condemned to silence.

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The Library of the Damned
Ptolemy and the Forbidden Codex

What if the Library of Alexandria didn't just safeguard wisdom… but also harbored secrets that were never meant to be read?

In this gripping novel, we journey to the heart of Hellenistic Egypt, where the legendary Ptolemy I Soter—general of Alexander the Great and founder of the Ptolemaic dynasty—orders the creation of the Library of Alexandria, the greatest temple of knowledge in the ancient world. But hidden among sacred manuscripts and philosophical treatises, a forbidden Babylonian codex arrives—covered in arcane symbols and visions of an end that has yet to come...

As scholars and scribes begin to die under mysterious circumstances, the codex unveils a star map pointing to an apocalyptic planetary alignment. Ptolemy, consumed by the prophecies, becomes convinced that his own son is destined to rise as a new god-king. Beneath the hidden tunnels of the Serapeum, he begins performing forbidden rituals, guided by ancient forces… but the price of knowledge may be eternal damnation.

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Tutankhamun's Cursed Papyrus
The Secret Carter Hid

In 1922, archaeologist Howard Carter made the most famous discovery of all time: the untouched tomb of the young pharaoh Tutankhamun. But among the dazzling treasures, he found something else—something he never revealed to the world.

A papyrus sealed with black wax, covered in symbols no one could decipher.

It was a fragment of the legendary Book of Thoth, an ancient text said to grant power over life, death… and the soul itself.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Carlos Segui
• Release date: Apr 21, 2025
• ISBN: 9798230076001

Book preview

The God-King Chronicles

Moctezuma and the Secret of the Underworld

The Library of the Damned

Ptolemy and the Forbidden Codex

Tutankhamun’s Cursed Papyrus

The Secret Carter Hid

(c) Carlos Segui

Moctezuma and the Secret of the

Underworld

That night, the stars burned with a different intensity, as if trying to warn of something from the celestial vault. In the heart of Tenochtitlán, Emperor Moctezuma remained awake, his gaze lost in the infinite emptiness of the sky. From the top of his palace, he watched with unease as a strange streak of light slowly and ominously crossed the heavens. It was a comet—a celestial serpent tearing through the night’s veil with its glowing tail, an omen whose meaning the emperor instinctively felt was troubling.

Do you see it too? he asked, turning his head toward his priests and royal astronomers, who stood silently behind him, wrapped in heavy robes.

We see it, great lord, replied Xochitl, the eldest of the priests, his voice frail and worried. It is the serpent of fire, a sign of great change. Something is coming from the unknown—perhaps from the very house of the gods.

Moctezuma frowned. Xochitl’s words sent an unusual chill deep into his soul. This was not the first unsettling sign in recent days. For several nights now, the sacred fire of the Templo Mayor had burned uncontrollably, resisting every effort by the priests to extinguish or tame it. The flames roared and rose toward the sky, crying out, roaring an incomprehensible, furious message. No one had ever seen anything like it.

Even more disturbing was the behavior of Lake Texcoco. Its waters, normally calm and abundant, now bubbled and boiled in certain areas, as if an invisible force stirred them from the earth’s very core. Fishermen feared venturing out in their boats; some returned terrified, murmuring that they had heard voices in the depths—lost echoes of ancient, angry gods.

Moctezuma took a deep breath. He had never doubted the wisdom of the gods, but now he felt a dark and unknown weight on his shoulders. It was as if the threads holding the order of the universe together were about to snap.

Let the offerings be multiplied, he commanded firmly, trying to mask his anguish. Let every temple be filled with flowers, blood, and copal. The gods must know that we Mexica are still their faithful children.

It shall be done, Tlatoani, replied the elder priest, bowing his head reverently.

When the sages had left the royal chamber, Moctezuma was alone. He walked slowly to a polished stone table where a mask of obsidian rested—cold and black as the night itself. As he took it in his hands, a chill ran through his entire body. Obsidian was a sacred stone, a window to the unseen world, a mirror of prophecy and revelation. Looking into it, Moctezuma felt, for a moment, that another face appeared beside his—a shadow ancient, powerful, and silent.

He closed his eyes. In doing so, the emperor fell into a deep, restless sleep, where the material world slowly dissolved, giving way to another realm—hidden, intangible.

In that dream, he saw himself walking a dark path, surrounded by dancing shadows. A voice, deep and resonant, guided him—faceless, bodiless, only presence and authority:

Walk forward, Moctezuma. Your destiny is written in fire and black stone. Listen carefully: those who come are not gods, but they will be a test. The hardest you have ever faced.

He tried to reply, to ask more, but the dream held him captive, unable to resist. He felt the chill of the underworld brush his skin, heard murmurs in forgotten tongues, and saw ancient, unknown faces watching him—some with sadness, others with restrained fury.

He awoke startled, breathing heavily. In front of him, the obsidian mask now seemed even colder, even more silent. Had it all been just a dream, or perhaps a true warning from beyond?

At dawn, the city buzzed with unrest. Messengers arrived exhausted from the coast,