روايات وقصص ضمن Avatar Legend Of The King

POV: Kael The world seemed to lose its balance the moment the ancient warrior removed his helm. Every story I had heard as a child suddenly became real. Every legend whispered around winter fires. Every tale dismissed by scholars who believed time had buried the truth forever. They all stood before us in flesh and blood. Ardyn. The first king. The warrior who forged peace among rival packs. The Alpha whose name had survived thousands of years after his kingdom vanished from history. For several heartbeats, silence ruled the ruined city beneath the mountain.

“This bond will not cage you. It will not weaken you. And it will never be rejected.” I swallowed. “You don’t know that.” “I do,” he said. “Because I am not a pack Alpha.” My wolf stirred, suddenly alert. “What are you, then?” I whispered. “King.” The word echoed in my mind. Not just any king. The Rogue King. The ruler of the borderlands. The one whispered about in fear and awe. The Alpha who bowed to no council and no Goddess—except one. My knees weakened. “Impossible,” I breathed.

"Sir, please accept a bow from my son and me!" After that, City Lord, Edwin, and Warren bowed deeply to Lucas. Alva was shocked as well. Of course, she had heard that Devil King Lucas York had Apocalyptic Legion, which she had never seen before. It turned out there were two Rank 1 Ultimate King Ranked Realm zombies in the Apocalyptic Legion. No matter who it was, he/she would be extremely shocked to hear this. Not long after, a Gene Fighter ran in excitedly. "City Lord, good news!"

Killian said curtly, not even waiting for her to sit. Elysande raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment on his tone. “The Rogue King isn’t just building an army,” she said, her voice steady. “He’s gathering artifacts. Powerful ones. Things that haven’t been seen in centuries.” I frowned, leaning forward. “What kind of artifacts?” Her gaze flicked to me, her expression darkening. “Things that can alter the balance of power. There’s one in particular he’s after. A relic that suppresses Almega abilities.”

He asked, I paused, he knew about us. “Do I look like a cartoon character?” I asked and he nodded no, he looked very nervous all of sudden. “Oh, sorry, I thought you were…” I cut him short immediately. “A werewolf, yeah, I’m Luisxer Lethal, King of Lycan werewolves .” I said, he looked stunned, he smiled regardless. “That’s soooo amazing, and Onyx is a Queen.” He said, he looked excited to hear about all this, he’s such a weird fellow.

“The Grand Lycan King is here!” The girls instantly spring to their feet and rush toward the window in a frenzy, pressing together like starving birds rushing toward feed. I follow, curiosity tugging me. I’ve heard countless stories about the Lycan King since childhood. Lycan King Raegon Varkis. The half-wolf, half-dragon king. A rare hybrid. The most powerful being in the entire realm. I’ve seen his face in magazines and watched him on screens, but seeing him in person is not that easy.

'Congratulations,' I mind-linked her. 'Thank you,' she replied, her voice thick with emotion. She stood up and I saw Vladimir stand up too, his crown on his head. They turned around to look at everyone. "I, Nikolai Volkov, Alpha of the Rogue Pack, King of Mozog, announce the Crowned Prince —Prince Vladimir," Nik said, his voice proud. He motioned me to go ahead. "I, Avalyn Volkov, Luna of the Rogue Pack, Queen of Mozog, announce the mate of Crowned Prince Vladimir — Princess Sofiya," I said, my voice soft but firm.

Rex hummed thoughtfully, “That would explain why rogues have been attacking us so often lately… He’s been trying to kill you…” Arthur wasn’t certain of that. Owen knew who he was, so he knew enough about the royal family’s powers to know that only Owen would be able to kill him in battle. Unless he planned to overwhelm Arthur with his rogue minions. He sneered. It was an effective but cowardly move. It reminded him of the patrol of Brown Valley hunting him/ Arthur frowned, “Why? Aren’t we cousins?” “Because you are the rightful heir to the werewolf kingdom,” Tom said. “Your father was the king. Thus, you are the rightful prince and heir. You’re the only one who could challenge him.”

His warriors rallied around him, their numbers dwindling with each passing moment as the dragon’s onslaught continued unabated. I had never seen him like this before. Suddenly, right in front of my eyes, the jovial middle-aged werewolf with graying hair and a slightly rounded belly was a warrior clad in armor, like something straight out of fantasy. This was the great Alpha King. This was the man of legend. And seeing him, like the greatest commander that had ever lived, bolstered me. I had to join the fight, help in any way I could, even if it was the last thing I ever did.

I asked, and the king nodded. "The one who gave you that story is not an old man. She is also a legendary goddess. She is half-vampire and half-werewolf. Her name is Trinity. " The king said. "How did you know her, father?" Sophie asked. "Because she is my younger sister. She's Trinity Monteverde." said the king "If she's our auntie, how come we don't know about her existence?" Sophie asked. "Because she lives in a faraway place that even I have never been to," said the king.