The King's Avatar For The Glory Novels & Stories

“But Selvane has trained their children from birth to be nothing but weapons. They attack unprovoked. They conquer for no reason but hunger. They are taught not to think, not to feel. And that is why you must be more than them. Smarter than them. Alive, when they are dead.” He raised a hand, and a servant stepped forward, carrying a tray of wine. The king took the goblet first, speaking in the old tongue, a blessing for courage and return, before pouring into three cups. He placed one before Aaron, one before Alaric, and kept the last for himself. “Drink,” he commanded softly. “And remember that you are not just men. You are pillars. Of two kingdoms. Do not fall.” They drank. Then another se

"But it's also true, isn't it? That's what the Avatar is—a tool for the kingdom to use." "It's more complicated than that." "Then explain it to me." I leaned forward, meeting his eyes directly. "Because King Theron announced me as the Avatar like everyone should know what that means, but I have no idea. What am I, Kieran? What have I become?" "It is more complicated than that." "Then explain it to me." I leaned forward, meeting his eyes directly. "Because King Theron announced me as the Avatar like everyone should know what that means, but I have no idea. What am I, Kieran? What have I become?"

I nodded at him before I waved him to return to his position, and he ran off. I emptied the coffee in my mouth while refusing to admit that Russell could distract me from enjoying the juicy plum waiting upstairs for me. Adjusting my shirt, I hit my chest before turning around and beginning to mutter: I see you got the memorandum,Moron! Getting to the throne room, my eyes snapped at the three elderly Men he came along with. I guess it's definitely his elders in council. I greeted them and Remained frowning while seated on my customized throne chair. The chair has my name boldly inscribed on it: Avalor. The Lycan King of the Red Storm Pack" was presented to me a night after my coronation by t

“He wants to drag us down into the mud with him, to bleed our families dry in the streets. We will not give him the war he wants.” He then turned to me, his hand finding mine on the table, his fingers lacing through my own in a public display of our united front. “What do you see, mia regina?” he asked, his voice full of a genuine respect, giving me the floor in front of all his men. I took a deep breath, my heart filled with a fierce, powerful love for this man, this king, who was defying a hundred years of tradition for me. This was my coronation. And I would not fail him.

"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."

Even General Rachelle's teasing composure tightened into something sharper, more formal. Lucretius's hand stilled at my side. The banners at the far end of the grounds stirred, parting slowly. And then, at last, they appeared. Claudian Alexander IV, newly crowned Alpha King of the Waevalon Kingdom. For years, he had been a name spoken behind closed doors, a presence kept deliberately hidden while the kingdom burned and rebuilt itself in blood and secrecy. Now, he walked openly into the light, who was tall, composed, his bearing unmistakably regal despite the restraint in his expression.

"By the grace and the one that choose by our Goddess! Our new King is not other than..." The crowed were all waiting for the announcement. They were kept on shouting the name of the person they want the most. All of them were wishing for the victory of their King. Severus could not deny the nervous that he felt at that moment. Meanwhile, Gregor sat firmly seeming like he was sure for his victory. He glanced at Severus and give him a brief smile. *** "King Severus Abrham of the Crimson blood pack!" The king shouted and the entire gymnasium were filled very happy hearing the result.

Calleb stood up and bared his fangs and claws, ready to fight to the death if the King of the South does anything stupid and uncalled for. “Put down your sword!” Bathal screamed. He pointed at Levi and released his aura, bringing the King down to his knees. “GAH!” Levi screamed as Bathal released more of his Aura, making the King’s body tremble with fear. “I’m sorry!” “Don’t raise your blade against my grandson, Levi. You know what I can do.” The King of the East released his aura, then looked at Mayari Tabbu. “Master Sorceress…”

“What is this situation? Hahaha, for me the sole reason I became King was you.” Her eyes widened in disbelief and he continued inching his face closer to her until he was so close she could feel his breath on her face. He grabbed hold of her arms, shaking her. “If you leave me, what do you suppose I do?” “Your joke is going too far…” she whimpered. Placing his forehead on hers, he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. “You must believe me, even if no one else does,” letting out a sigh and continued. “I am a man who became King for you were the King’s flower.”

Somehow he managed a look of normalcy, as though the matter was of no import. Sethlzaar's trembling, however, came from those to the right of the bishop. In order sat Criver, first of his name and king of the realm, his crown on his head fashioned from gold and embroidered with the finest jewels. The man sat straight, a regality in his posture, and when he looked down at them his gaze was piercing. Lord Edavi Sorlan, royal advisor to the king, and father to the man who adopted Sethlzaar sat next to him, looking like a man who waged a losing battle against Tarr.