The King's Avatar For The Glory Novels & Stories

"As we conduct this trial here today, I ask that each of you remember the kingdom as it now is. Altruon is at its strength, and we are feared among the nations. The very mention of that name strikes dread into the hearts of our enemies. Our land is plenteous and its people are prosperous. This is an age of great innovation and modern progress. Altruon has entered into a new age, a greater age of glory and enlightenment. Our society has risen to take its place at the forefront of the world stage, and our people rise with it. Now, I ask that you rise and applaud your great and glorious King, Zephyr Almast." The trumpets began again, and Zephyr entered, dressed in decadent royal robes which far

"We need all the teams on the field right now. Since some of your team members are already on the mission, I decided not to look elsewhere for the remaining kings" "Splendid." "You will travel to vampire kingdom tomorrow" "No. I won't"

" Introducing his Royal Majesty, king Lucien" The king strode toward the throne with an expressionless look on his face. Rosy was far too suprise by his looks as he came into limelight where they could get a full glimpse of him. He was devastatingly handsome and far from what Rosy had expected, he was not old but rather in his early thirty's. His jaw was set straight as he continue walking forward not even acknowledging the servant who bowed at him. Maria who had been seated right beside Rosy gasp in shock as she stared at the king in awe too. Rosy was not suprise by her reaction as she herself would have done the same thing if she hadn't comport herself immediately. He was a great definitio

They don't notice we're here yet. "Get off of me!" Exclaims Aziel. You can't help your face from twisting a little. That looks like a very painful position to be in. And the girl isn't even showing any mercy. Yvon's got his arm pinned rright behind him, turning a deaf ear to his protests. And they say that he's the future king?

He waved his hand and the maid left. "You see Clinton, with patience and strategy we will surely win. It would cause damage alright, but we will come out victorious." He said and left his throne to go see the King of Lukehall. Clinton bowed his head and gently walked behind the King. The king entered his grand parlor. There, the King of Lukehall was seated on one of the finely furnished couch. He was a short man with a potbelly. King Darien sneered a little. A maid was serving him and next to him was a woman. She had long brown locks and green eyes. She wore a red long silk gown that fitted her perfectly. She had a graceful smile on her face. "King Jacob, welcome to Valeria. I'm very honoure

On this day Avraam officially became King, and in accordance with the spirit of glory of all the people of Arbilis Village, Avraam was given the title King of Glora 1. Avraam is paraded around the village letting everyone know that he is the First King of Glora. From this day on, the name of their place was changed to Gloriston, a land of wealth and glory. Avraam then formed and ran a structured and coordinated monarchy system, by appointing several people to run the wheels of his kingdom. Apart from being a king, he also remains a Warlord if the kingdom is attacked again by enemies. As time went on, Avraam continued to strengthen all sides of the empire, especially in the military field.

Elara was on her feet in seconds, blade drawn. Rhys sprinted ahead. “North watch!” Ten Iron Claw warriors were on the ground, their skin blackened, eyes melted. And above them, floating like a fever dream, was a man wrapped in shadowsteel robes, a gold crown fused to his skull. “The King.” They called. He didn’t speak. He only raised his hand and the trees behind them exploded with chaos and fame. Elara ducked as a branch whipped past her head. Lyra slammed into her, bleeding from the scalp.

Her father’s hand slammed against the table. “Watch your words!” he roared. “You speak of the king.” “I speak of a man who destroys women’s lives,” she shot back, tears gathering in her eyes. “Everyone knows what he does. Everyone.” Her mother closed her eyes. She said nothing. Lord Avelaine drew a slow breath, as if gathering patience before crushing an illusion. “To be the king’s woman is a fate filled with glory,” he said, controlled. “It is honorable. Worthy. Your name will be tied to the crown.”

I noticed Caroline glaring at me, as if she thought I had made the best choice by choosing Bruce as the next beta. "I can't believe this," Bruce said, his face filled with embarrassment. The witches stared at him, showing their support for his new position. "Thank you for the position. I will use it well and serve with ease," Bruce said, followed by applause from the witches."Congratulations," Caroline said, offering a gesture of a smile that eased my sorrow and brightened up my day. Even if I lose everything that belongs to me, as long as she is with me, I know I'll be okay.

Ghosts whispered among themselves: "Where did the king's wedding robe come from? I've never seen it before." "If the king wears it, it must be the best. You think you'd see it just anywhere?" "So handsome! Truly worthy of being king!" The evil spirits of Ghost City worshipped their king as an idol, and that was no exaggeration. When Carl fought his way out of the Ghost Pit, he had already subdued all these evil spirits. To them, no one in the world was more charismatic than their king. In terms of looks, no one from any Immortal Sect could compare to the king.