Avatar Legend Of The King の小説・ストーリー

Alpha Vega and his Beta continued to claw and slice at the vicious lycans until little to none was left. The king Alpha had the last wolf under his feet and ready to rip out another limp when he heard a sound of dry log being snapped right ahead of him. Looking up ahead, another wolf came out of the dark and stood staring at him as if he was daring the King to do it if he could. Alpha Vega could feel the energy vibrating off the new wolf who stood with a disfiguring scar trailing along the base of his right eyes. He must be the Rogue king. He had that wind of authority around him.

he worriedly said as he looked at Clad. “Shit, I am not done yet.” A number of footsteps were then heard coming not so far from where they were. ‘Ah, the reinforcements…’ Looking at Alex, he motioned his head to let him know that they had to go. “But how about him? ” He asked, pointing at Orlando. … “The king has arrived!! ” Declared by the guard as the king of Voneveir, King Allan, made an appearance with his body fully equipped with armor. “Where are they?”

"It was a long time ago, over thousands of centuries ago, the King of the wolves– the Alpha over all Alphas– and his wife were blessed with a child by the moon goddess. They finally had an heir to the throne, after so many years of waiting. The only issue was, their child was a Lycan. The Alpha was indeed stunned, he began to wonder why the moon goddess had blessed them with a Lycan rather than a regular wolf like the rest of them. The child was named Ares. Ares was born with deadly powers, with distinctive features such as a slanted scar that ran from his left eyebrow down to his right cheek. Growing up, he developed into a troubled teen who was short-tempered and had glowing red eyes whene

HE IS OUR MATE. I stared across the ballroom, my hands shaking so violently I had to press them against my thighs to keep them steady. Kaelen was staring right back. The hundred nobles in the room faded into blurry silhouettes. The King of the North, the most ruthless warrior alive was bound by the laws of the universe to a wolfless, broken servant girl. For three seconds a wild, foolish hope flared in my throat. Maybe this was my time, maybe the universe was finally paying me back for the scars.

Another reason to fight. I turn my attention back to the fight before us. Legend says that the king will return when the land needs him again. When I laid my king and queen to rest on the shores of Avalon, I knew that it wouldn’t be forever, that someday they would come back to me. As he swings the sword in an arc from one hand to the next, I see no sign of the boy from before. He is the king who was promised.

“Kidnap? That isn't the word I'll use for it. More like a keep for my mate.” Isn't that the same thing? Ivy took a deep breath to calm her anger. “For the last time, LET. ME. OUT!” He ignored her and went on speaking. “Why don't we get to know each other instead? Everyone else knows me as Alfred—” Who cares? “You will be the only person deserving of knowing my real name because you are my mate. My name is King. I am six hundred and fifty years old. A full-born vampire. And yes, your father and I are enemies.”

One by one, the pack leaders came forward to pledge their loyalty, to acknowledge me as their king. But through it all, I was aware of only one thing: Lily beside me, her presence steady and sure, her love surrounding me like armor. When Elder Henrik placed the ceremonial crown on my head – a simple circlet of silver and moonstone that had belonged to my grandfather– I felt the weight of centuries settling on my shoulders. I was no longer just Alpha Ace of the Northern Territory. I was King Ace, first of my name, protector of all werewolf kind. The hall erupted in cheers, but I barely heard them. All I could see was Lily's face, glowing with pride and love and something else I couldn't quite

I teased. It was no kept secret that the Alpha king had a reputation for keeping exotic creatures. He also had a reputation for being cold. He had wiped out whole clans and packs within his rule, everyone was weary of him, he was a legend in itself, said to have descended from the Goddess herself. He was unstoppable, a story to tell children into scaring them straight. “You… Genesis I am… Have you never seen the king,” he fumbled, appearing almost shocked.

The large streets were cleared and a procession of soldiers took their position as the King headed up. Not yet having an aerial view of the city, I could tell the city had a well-planned outlay. Shortly after, we arrived at a fortress, where there was a bronze image of the first founding lycan - Kiran. I unconsciously gasped in amazement. 'So this is the Iron Den,' she said within herself. The carriage stopped right in front of the palace, then the King alighted. Offering me a hand, he helped me down. Members of the King's court who stood in front of the Iron Den bowed as we walked toward them.

Alder's POV My name is Alder Volcik, and I am the Lycan King. I am 187 years old and have held the title of king for over 150 years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equilibrium among all supernatural species. We remain immortal unless our heads are severed, and our hearts are simultaneously removed. We have the ability to heal faster than werewolves, both in terms of physical wounds and speed. Additionally, a regular lycan is capable of defeating an alpha.