The King's Avatar For The Glory の小説・ストーリー

“But yes. That’s your objective. When you kill him… you’ll be granted one wish.” “A wish?” I repeated, my chest tightening. “Yes. Any wish you desire.” My anger flickered into something else — hope, maybe. A small, dangerous spark of it. “Any wish at all?” I asked. “Any wish at all.” I swallowed hard. “What’s the plan? How do I get to him?” “The king lives far north, atop the mountain of Valengrad. That’s where his castle stands. Beware — reaching him won’t be easy. Killing him will be even harder. But it’s the only way your wish will be granted.”

I am under no illusion that Ava intends to help me, especially when she clearly devised this entire situation. “It is not for her, my King, but for your son. This is Maya, Owen’s pet, and he has grown… attached to her. He would be devastated if something happened to her.” I hide my shock. It does actually sound like she’s trying to help me. I risk a glance at the King. He’s looking at me with disgust, which is when it hits me. A prince developing an attachment toward a human is likely one of the worst things he can do. Ava didn’t plead my case; she revealed her mate’s weakness.

Beautifully ruined. "I’m not your fucking conquest," I whispered to the mirror. But my hand didn’t tremble as it traced the bite on my collarbone. I didn’t look away. I smirked. No. This wouldn’t be my shame. This would be my weapon. I would wear these marks like armor. Let them see what the kingdom’s perfect General And that Arthur's perfect Heir, Did to his stepbrother. Let them try to unsee it. [King Name Full name is Arthur Rheon Valerian]

I looked up. And I shouldn’t have—two reasons. First, he looked every bit the king he was, adorned with a golden vine-like crown that complemented his hair. I was so lost admiring him that I barely noticed I was crossing the courtesy line. Thanks to Diane’s elbow nudging me, I avoided adding “disrespecting the king” to my list of crimes.

Viishaun added. "But, you still have work to finish, your excellency." "Are you perhaps ordering me around?" Viishaun glared at his secretary. Consequently, the secretary looked down as he swallowed a lump in his throat. He thought that the king was only sweet to his wife but still cold if something displeased him. But the secretary is just one of the people who can't bring to hate the king because, despite his rude and cold personality, he has a golden heart for helping his vassals. The king brought wealth to their kingdom as soon as he ascended as the ruler of the western kingdom, and if it wasn't for him, the people would have been starving or sold as slaves.

After all, if we could find reason enough, the King could demand the pack to reveal all of their secrets or face the King's army. "Alpha Fin" stated the wolf who lead us to the packhouse. "I present Alpha Cyrus Astor and Beta Dante Clifford of the Golden Moon pack." I looked at each person's face to assess their emotions determined to find their tells. Those on the lower step showed interest in who we were. The Golden Moon pack was the King's pack after all. His royal court and warriors predominantly came from them. Being Alpha and the King's next of kin, I was also next in line for the throne. Our presence didn't seem to phase the Alpha and Luna. Their faces were passive showing no em

Agent screamed and his body arched towards the Gate as it slowly dragged his essence out of his body. "There is no way in all the God realms I will let you win," King growled as the hex chains unraveled, setting Agent free. King fully expected his fall and the big Black Devil caught his newly rediscovered first love in his arms. Staring down the Gate, King hissed, gently set his beloved Tricksy, his little monster, his Agent down, and made a headfirst run at the Gate. He was using a form he hadn't needed in ages and it was a lot more exhausting than it should be. Fucking Hades was still connected to the throne and draining his God aura. He could feel it. The last thing he needed right now wa

He rests his hand on my knee. I place my hand on his and bite his ear lob. "You'll ace that test then." I smile. "And you?" "I was born to ace all the tests. Please..." I grin. My King was too hot today. He was wearing a ripped blue skinny jeans, black v-neck muscle fitted basic T-shirt and black leather boots. Ending with that gorgeous leather motorcycle black jacket. This boy is hot and he knows it. He has long hair but opt to style it in a twist-in bun.

“Kill them! All of them!” That was the last judgment declared by King Garlow, the ruthless king of the Kingdom of Regaleria. He was on his mount, a strong muscular black horse, holding its golden reigns with a posture of a calculating, self-assured, proud man. His eyes were a deep blue; cold and icy; piercing through the destroyed walls of the Vhillana Kingdom. The smell of gunpowder, burnt wood, and rotten flesh reached through his nostrils even though he was just waiting at a hill miles away from the attack.

"The Lycan King... he touched my shoulder, and this appeared." Aura stared at the glowing mark on my skin. She gasped, taking a small step back, her fingers flying to her mouth. "The Lycan King?" she whispered, her eyes searching mine in disbelief. "Two marks? Nova... that is impossible. No one has ever been bound to two rulers." "I didn't ask for this!" I cried, pulling my knees closer as fresh tears ran down my face. "I was just trying to leave the room. I was so hungry, and I wanted air. Now both of them look at me like they want to destroy me."