Ava King Novels & Stories

he said, his voice dripping with disgust which so irritated me. "It's time you started earning your keep up. I've arranged for you to be sold to the Dark Shadow pack Alpha King. They'll put you to good use there instead of staying in this pack and be worthless." My world crumbled around me with this word, the room spinning as I struggled to breathe with the words I just heard. Sold? Like a piece of property that totally not useful? I felt a quick spark of defiance ignite within me, but it was quickly extinguished by my father's next words which I just shut up to hear more words.

And the moment they did, Mona knew. He knew something was wrong. She quickly plastered a smile across her face. "Hey." Kane didn't smile. He walked toward her, pulled out the chair opposite hers, and sat down. "What's wrong, princess?" The sincerity in his voice almost broke her. Mona looked away. "I've been thinking." "About?" She swallowed. "Did you know vanilla comes from the actual butt of an animal?" Kane stared at her. Mona gave him a tiny smile.

Kai gave a stern look as he spoke to Kade. Kade stared at him for several seconds before kneeling on one knee with his head bowed. “You are a fair man, Kai. But my loyalty lies with you, Alpha.” Kade responded. Kai placed his hand on Kade’s shoulder and nodded before grabbing my hand and pulling me away. Once we were safely in the Alpha’s SUV Kai turned to me. “Speak, I know you have something you want to say to me.” His voice was stern but gentle as if he could understand I was heartbroken.

When he sees that none of his words were getting to me, he changed his tactic. “So you are going to kill a defenseless man, I thought you were the all-powerful hybrid, let's make this a fair fight,” he shouted. “Sorry, that offer has ended a long time ago, and for your information, I was never born a bastard. My name is Ivar Owens, first of his kind, heir and the only true-born King of all the Alpha kingdoms” I said, as I stretched forth my fingers and a light went out of them and entered his body.

Walking back with him was different. All the eyes that stared at her now kneeled before them. Words from the paralyzed face were too powerful, she thought. Amai was different from Hiranga. In Hiranga, the king is the father of land as well as father of Amanya but in Amai, more than a father-son relation she could feel a king and his subject bond with them.

I prayed for the safety of my family and also wished Kayden and Corinna well. ******************************************* If you are wondering why supernatural powers is involved, don't forget the title of this story--Alpha King Special Soulmate. Avery Lance is a special soulmate.

He maintains such till date. Oceania is ruled by King Raven, a man fond of a good fight between the best of his vampire subjects and another creature he captures from anywhere. He would laugh at them as they pleaded for help, and the ones he would leave to run away, he'd torture them mentally, through visions, until they knew not what they were doing and they killed themselves. Raven is known to teach Theodore more ways to enjoy and achieve their fetishes.

How could he be angry at her? “You have more to say, don’t you? Why won’t I be an alpha of this pack?” He pulled back and stared straight into her eyes, searching for answers. She pressed herself closer to him, afraid he might bolt. He was slightly amused and prompted her with a look. “Alpha King. That’s the position you would take. Alpha of all alphas, alpha of all werewolves.” Her voice and delivery of those statements were fitting with her perceived personality. She actually sounded mysterious and it sent chills down his back.

Samael looked at Adalwolf skeptically. "You know more about the Skipper princess than we do. So you know her personally. What is your connection with her? How do you know about her? " he inquired Adalwolf. The former king of the Were kingdom is not a fool. He knows not to tell the truth about his identity to these Nephilim. Adalwolf coughed blood. He hit the wall with more force than his body could sustain. He can feel that he might have broken a few bones in his body. He can heal faster, but the pain is still unbearable.

His voice echoed with a hint of admiration, as if the mere mention of Samarth's name commanded respect. The mention of the chief commander sparked a memory in King Agnil's mind, and he recalled the face of his loyal servant, Kenaz. As he gazed at Samarth, he noticed the striking resemblance to his father. The young warrior's rugged features seemed chiseled from the very stone of battle, exuding raw power and danger. His meadow-green eyes, sharp as a hawk's, gleamed with a fierce intensity that commanded attention.