King's Avatar Drama Novels & Stories

With the death of the previous king, the kingdom was in need of a leader who could embody the principles of love, wisdom, and justice. Roberick, a nobleman deeply respected throughout the realm, emerged as the perfect candidate. He had demonstrated unwavering dedication to the welfare of the people, a profound sense of fairness, and an undeniable love for the kingdom and its citizens. His vision for Avondale was one of equity, where the principles of love, wisdom, and justice would guide his rule. In the grand square of the kingdom's capital, Roberick stood before the people, a figure of hope and promise. Dressed in regal attire, he was crowned as the new ruler. The air was filled with antic

Ava, Queen. Chester has been so preoccupied that he spends all of his time at work. Since he no longer sleeps in our bedroom, we always have sex at his office desk. I understand him because he is the king and carries more responsibilities. I enjoyed conversing with Mia and Joy. “Please pardon me. I’d like to check in on my hubby, who is still preoccupied with pack matters.” They nod their heads. “You can go.”

Then I saw Ava stepping up onto the small stage, wearing a see-through gown with pink underneath, her hair dyed silver, shimmering in the lights. “You’re June, right?” a girl asked, walking up to us. My eyes stayed locked on Ava as the music suddenly dropped to a lower beat. “I’m sorry to do this, y’all,” Ava said into the mic, her voice dripping with fake sweetness, “but I think it’s only fair we give a big round of applause to our King’s favorite sex toy… oh, sorry, I meant personal slave!” Gasps mixed with laughter as everyone shifted and parting like a curtain when she pointed straight at me.

Thankfully, the speeches explaining the seriousness of our union were drawing to a close and I returned my focus to the man in a pure white robe, having learned that the vows involved in a Royal wedding were different. “I now grant the floor to His Majesty, King Laroyna Drako Avinus Fafner.” The Priest stepped back and bowed as the King took his place. He looked like a much older and stoic version of Dorian with a similar suit, only he held more medals than his younger look-alike. He also had a cape pinned to his shoulders and wore the same Crown of emeralds and diamonds set in gold that I saw when I first met him. The large ruby gem in the center was even more imposing up close.

Archer seemed overly attentive to Levy, but I didn't want to pry into what was happening between them just yet. "Levy, this is King Darcus of the Dragons, and this is his wife, the Queen of the Dragons, Ella," Archer introduced. Levy looked amused but terrified as she extended her hand to me, and I took it. As Levy extended her hand to Ella, Ella embraced her. "So, I heard about my sister, Alice," Levy said, grief tinting her voice.

"We are here to see the King. The city is in chaos, and the kingdom is on the brink of war. We demand an audience." Roric bowed, a slow, formal gesture that was both a sign of respect and a subtle act of defiance. "Lord Valerius. Your presence is a comfort in these trying times. The King is… indisposed. He is overcome with grief and the stress of the recent calamities. He has retreated to his chambers to pray and seek the gods' guidance."

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

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If she truly believed it, I felt terrible for her, but at that particular time, all I could do was play along in order to keep my neck connected to my shoulder. I said, "I don't know," even though I knew exactly where this was headed. "You ought to pay attention to my wife. She's sage," As he stood up from his chair, the King of Drakkons remarked "I would need to excuse myself for a few serious affairs. I'll see you at dinner again." He then abruptly departed the tent, leaving his wife and I all alone. I looked to her in anticipation of her removing her endearing mask, but she never did. Instead, she gave me a friendly grin and a "Would you like to eat something?" question.

Avantika, "How will I?" Maya "Right now vampires don't have any leader, but... " Avantika, "No, we have. Kanishk is our new king." Maya "New king?" Avantika "Not officially, but very soon he'll become our king." Maya "Then he could help me. He is my Dad's friend." Avantika, "I don't think he will. But you can try and see." Maya "Where is he?" Avantika, "Come with me."