Avatar Legend Of The King Novels & Stories

Adrian walked up to Beowulf with his hands behind his back and said, “Looks like your people oversold you when they gave you the nickname ‘Northdesert’s King.’ “How could you be worthy of being called a king when you can’t even defeat Lucas’ subordinates?” Beowulf looked at Adrian as he breathed heavily, unable to recognize the latter through just his eyes. “You’re not Lucas… Who are you? How did you manage to infiltrate my ranks without me noticing? Who in the hell are you?! “Lucas would never have defeated me if not for you.” Adrian smirked and replied, “I’m the war legate, but most people address me simply as ‘legate.’ You’ve heard of me, right?”

I asked Ikea almost as soon as we walked through the door to our guest room. “Not much,” Ikea sighed, loosening the scarf she had around her neck and tossing it to the nearest sofa. “I do know the legend that surrounds the crest though.” I rubbed my forehead, slightly disappointed by her answer. “So what is the legend?” “Well…” Ikea sank into the sofa she tossed her scarf on, “...what I know of it is that the crest was given to the very first Alpha King, King Avidacus, by the moon goddess as a gift. He cherished it so much that he wanted it to be buried with him after his death.”

He was awake the whole time, or perhaps Tia was already here before we came. We all stopped when a figure suddenly appeared in front of us. He was in the form of a man, but taller and thinner. Until his whole figure became clearer. It was him! "Alpha Lycus!" I called him. He was in his vampire form. His eyes were pitch red and deep. His fangs were long and sharp. His claws that were attached to his decaying skin were long and like a blade. "I am King Logan from the Rogue Kingdom!" "I hate rogues!" His voice was hoarse and cold. "Finally, I will be free!" I saw the fear in the wolves' eyes when he said he hated rogues like us.

“We need to be prepared. Once I have the four of them… the rogues will start coming in earnest. If the Rogue King still wants to mark me, he’ll need to do it quickly, before the bond is cemented between us. If the bond starts to cement… he’ll have to kill me.” “Ava, I think you need to give us more of a run down of this legend.” I nodded. “It’s a poem, but I’ll recite it for you.” I paused before beginning, taking a moment. This was big. “In moonlit lands where shadows roam, A legend whispers through the gloom, Of a child born of ancient line, To rise and reign, her fate divine. Born of Lycans, fierce and proud, Her destiny was spoken loud. A girl with power yet unseen,

Lyca" I was planning how to attack the king while Warg was throwing his magma power non-stop at the king. The King, that busy commanding all the insects to attack us. And not only that he has been called the again the big creature that looks like a dragon to defeat Warg. I guess he was threatened by my friend. “That dragon is nothing to me my magma power was much hotter than what that creature blowing up,” Warg said and then start to throw a magma at our enemies

With all the looming danger and ever growing threats to my kingdom, the bigger and stronger my men, the better. Kene, my war strategist and head trainer, a tall muscular man with deep brown eyes, and his black dreaded hair packed in a bun, waved before heading towards me. He was highly feared, even by my men. Kene was the result of an affair between a Lycan and a witch, a relationship that was an abomination in the twelve kingdoms. But he was my friend and against all advice, I made him head trainer and war strategist. A decision that Kene has proven to everyone to be the right one.

LAIKA "I, King Icarus Albert, king of the Markat kingdom, vow from today henceforth, to be in alliance with you, Alpha Karim Wolfe of the Titan pack. Your people are welcome in our kingdom and shall never be treated unkindly. Our women shall mate with your men, and our men shall mate with your women."

Legends says, the crowning of an Alpha King bestowed him the strength of hundred wolves. "What do we do now?, how do we stop a war?, who would want to kill the king?" I asked simultaneously. "There is something you need to know Anna" Kaden says in an all serious tone, I fidgeted in his laps "I am related to the king, he is my uncle and my father's elder brother "

"Adeline can wait. This beast being on the loose is more important." "Kaleb! You need to be here to greet her when she arrives. It would be an insult to her family." "I didn't ask for her to be here. She is not my responsibility." He stated. "Kaleb she is your wife." "I never asked for a wife!" He wasn't fond of the girl mainly because of her attributes. He despised females that relied solely on makeup and expensive clothes to portray their beauty. He liked women that went natural and liked their selves the way they were born. He also wanted a female that was strong and was able to rule alongside him. He believed if both the king and queen were strong so would their kingdom.

It wouldn’t be wrong to call them to have an almost fanatical glow… "Sol Dragona Luxuria. You are the heir of this kingdom. You are the future king of Lustburg. More importantly, you are the son of the hero king. The man who saved this world. The man, the hero, who immortalized himself with his deeds. Never forget that. This title isn't just a boon for you. This is also a curse. A weight. A burden that will try to crush you at every moment of your life." The fanatical glow in her eyes dimmed before changing into a sad melancholic light, a light that spoke tales of the tiredness, the helplessness, and the pain their wielder held.