The King's Avatar Drama Novels & Stories

the King said, getting up from his seat and then gesturing to Zeke to wait outside. "I've talked to Avivit about the nightmares" her ears picked up as the hair on her back stood, she didn't turn her body to him, yet her attention was on what he was saying, "She said we need to make rites today, so it's time," he said, taking out a shirt, wearing it. He sat at the bedside, waiting for his mate to get ready. After some minutes, maybe hours, she reluctantly stood up and wore a plain blue gown, which didn't decrease her beauty. She walked out of the room without waiting for her mate as Zaccheaus trailed behind her, watching as she was swaying her hips unintentionally. He wanted to touch her but

She was going to flee the dragon kingdom tomorrow with her lover. "Good. Now ride me,' the King who watched the show from his bed beckoned Claire to come, smiling wickedly. Claire walked to him with shaky limbs and sat over the King while weeping inconsolably. He pushed his cock into her and the woman started riding the King. The King who detsroyed three lives for his sick pleasure. "All the participants have confirmed their presence. The combat will begin in an hour," Ivar, the second in command narrated to Allain.

The king was so focused on the situation and on finding a way to excuse himself that he didn't notice the male figure who had witnessed everything and who, to his delight, had firsthand witnessed the weakness of his cousin. "Frederick," he dared to call him by his name, as a barrier they had always had just been broken. "I can send one of the servants to my house and have them bring my luggage for the trip," he proposed, assuming he would go alongside the king. "Lady Regina, no, I'm sorry..." he interrupted her, and she felt her heart start racing, as things seemed to be very different from what she had thought. "This is not right, I will travel with Lady Selene, she will be my wife and futu

In The Kingdom of Valeria; The king of Valeria was seated on his throne with two men next to him, King Darien an arrogant and crafty man who ruled his kingdom like a prison filled with criminals. He stared at the people who were beneath him in disgust. There were six other people in the room. They were chiefs, advisors and ministers. The man in charge of the army was also there, as he had to give a report to the king. The king had an angry look on his good-looking face. He looked like he was in his late thirties. He wore a long robe that was made from the finest silk. He tapped his fingers on his throne as he boiled internally. He had rings on each of the fingers.

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

“Some years from now you will be ruling over this kingdom, I have no doubt that you will make a great king.” The rain pouring filled the silence that followed before he spoke, his voice was firm, and I knew he meant every word. “But what if I would rather not be the next king?” He asked, glancing sideways, his towering figure looking down at me with desperate determination. “I don’t want to be a king. I’d rather go somewhere with you and live happily ever after, that’s what being a blue-blooded means, right? Having the freedom and will to do anything and get away with it.”

Has Vaia got him? "Tai...Are you okay?" I ask, focusing instead on the fallen King, who looks up at me with a mix of hope and dread. He knows if I'm here, then there's a chance both of us is going to go down. "Akara?" he asks, his voice hoarse, chains shuffling against the ground as he tries to lean closer.

“Yes. You think I see myself as a King.” “They call you King of Assassins.” Radix countered. “Yes, they do. But I’ve never referred to myself as such.” He dismissed before adding. “You think that because you see yourself as a King that I’d see myself as such.” Savage shook his head adamantly. “But what if you’re wrong? What if I perceive myself as a pawn in our little game?” Radix looked at him warily. “Where are you going with this little chat, Boy?”

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.

“Never let them make you doubt your worth. You are my queen. And with you by my side, I am invincible. We are invincible.” He kissed me then, a long, passionate, desperate kiss that was a reaffirmation of our bond, a defiant act against the forces trying to tear us apart. It was a kiss that burned away the whispers, replacing them with the undeniable truth of our shared future. The next day, the whispers intensified, but they also changed. The appearance of Elara’s emerald on my neck was a lightning rod. It was an audacious move, a slap in the face to their traditions, but it was also a powerful declaration from their new king. It was a clear sign that Alessandro would not be swayed. The old