Kings Avatar Novels & Stories

he called his human lover, and the mother of his child, Nyra. "Alvin? Did they find out where she is?" Avery asked Alvine, her lover and the real king of the Winter throne. Lord Alvin removed his silver mask covering his face and revealed his handsome face. All the fairies have a hawk-like nose and pointed ears. Their teeth are sharp like razers. Just like Lord Alvin's features. His skin is wrinkled showing his age. His eyes, the unmistakable blue of the royals. After Koni left him thinking that he is dead, Lord Alvin was not really dead. It's not easy to kill the royalty. But he lost his strength and lay there vulnerable.

his voice echoed in both our heads, loud and perfectly clear. ​Suddenly, the King’s physical body just melted. It didn't burn or explode; it simply collapsed into a foul, black sludge. The second he melted, the massive army of corpses around the cage completely stopped fighting. They just fell over like puppets with cut strings, turning back into lifeless dirt and old bones. ​The battlefield went dead silent. The Vanguard just stood there, panting, staring at the empty mud. ​"An avatar," Kaelen realized, his voice dropping into a hollow, horrified whisper. "He wasn't even really here. It was a decoy."

I continued to stay kneeling though, staying as still as I could, and hoping the floor would open up and swallow me whole. “Stand up child, let me have a good look at you.” The King’s voice rang out again, and goosebumps littered my arms. I slowly stood, and lifted my head to look at the King. King Ben Avon was not exactly what you would expect an evil king to look like. His short stature, rosy face, and plump belly actually made him look more like someone’s grandfather rather than the wicked beast that was depicted in our stories. He even had a bright smile on his face as he looked down at me. The only give away being a sharp glint just hidden behind his dark brown and blue eyes.

Jesus! My eyes are large, my jaw agaped, and my mind blown when I see his stomach regenerating. Within a minute, his entire body is fixed like nothing happened and King Marcellus floats to stand on his feet. "The Central king will not tell you but I will. He tried to kill me because of a human." King Marcellus speaks only a fraction of the truth. "Is it true, Kael?" These three new presences give off the same royal aura too, so I'm guessing they are also Kings and Queens.

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

That’s the whole point of the performance. I decided right then and there that I was done. I couldn't afford to be a "pursuit." I had a future to build, and I wasn't going to let some bored billionaire’s son treat me like a level in a video game. I mapped out a plan in my head.

Could anything be so perfect, huh? She heaved in ecstasy and shortly, the door opened, revealing Valerie. What? Cara gasped and sat up immediately. Why the hell did she come in without knocking?? "Cara" Valerie called, appearing to be a little surprised. "What're you doing here? Where's the King?" "The King isn't in at the moment. And he asked me to wait here till he's back" a smirk was on Cara's lips as she stood up. Valerie's eyes dimmed:"R...Really?"

throne. Lucien’s black stallion stayed close, the king’s golden eyes scanning every ridge and shadowed crevice with ruthless vigilance. His light armor was dusted with frost, but his presence radiated raw alpha power and unyielding resolve. The bond between them pulsed with steady warmth and the deep possessive undercurrent that had become their anchor.

The man whose face I had just beheld in awe is none other than the King of Utrif. My mate is the ruler of a realm where rogues like me are branded as criminals, hunted and despised. Noah lifts one brow—a picture of complete and utter nonchalance. "I'm—" a rogue. He's the king. This can't be. There has to be a mistake. His arms are crossed. "Yes?" I shake my head and turn to glass wall. The moment I reach the end I realise I have no lungs. No breathes. There is no air.

I thought that with phoenix back, I could protect the pack without thinking of the decision-making aspect. Darted worriedly. What if I fail to make a good decision in the near future. I might've proven myself worthy of the position, but I could also prove myself unworthy with any slight mistake. Besides, I had never been a ruler before, I had no idea how it was being one. I was practically just following my instincts for now, but the more I sat down to think about it, the more worried I became.