The King's Avatar For The Glory Novels & Stories

The mournful howls of the pack rose in response, a haunting melody that echoed through the clearing. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the gathering, the king's body, draped in ceremonial garments, was laid upon the stone monument. His majestic form, even in death, exuded an aura of power and dignity. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized the weight of his responsibility and the immense task that awaited Kaden as his rightful heir.

Before attacking, the Dear King had to do something with each weapon and arrow that we would use, so we quickly prepared it. We lined up with our weapons and arrows to ask for a blessing from King Valor. As King, he has the ability to give a blessing that will serve as a protection for each person he blesses. This way, we would not be easily knocked down unless we were killed with poison. There is no resistance to the King's blessing when it happens.

Once they noticed there were no weapons with him, one signaled, “Clear.” Javier grinned, flipping a sleek hand over his dark hair as they led him inside the mighty building. He crossed over the green lawns, taking note of the black crows and the darkened sky. The door opened, revealing the face of King Vladmir and his loved Queen, Zoraida. The Elders were positioned on their chairs as usual and the room was dimly lit. The King was clothed in black leather trousers and a plain shirt, which highlighted his protruding belly. His fake black hair was still positioned on his head, with a crown on top.

“Your soul was not meant to fracture. Your mother committed heresy.” The words struck deeper than claws. Selene’s breath hitched. The twin stiffened. Lies, she said—too fast. He wants division. “Your twin is not an echo,” the avatar continued, voice reverberating through bone and earth. “She is the key.” Kael stepped between them again. “Speak plainly.” The avatar’s burning eyes flicked to Kael—assessing. “Alpha King,” it said. “You were chosen because you could survive what comes next.”

It was deep, cultured, and dripping with an absolute, terrifying authority. King Solas stood on the prow of his ship. He was too far away to see clearly, but a massive holographic projection flickered to life in the sky above the harbor. The giant, shimmering image of the Golden King looked down at us. He wore armor made of pure light. A crown of solar flares drifted above his white hair. His eyes were cold, hard diamonds. "You have fought bravely," Solas's voice echoed, shaking the snow from the palace roofs. "You have broken my toys. You have killed my men. I applaud your spirit. It is rare to find such fire in a graveyard."

Whatever fragment had struck me had struck him as well. Before anyone could process what was happening, another presence crashed into the courtyard like wildfire. The temperature rose so abruptly that several nearby students stepped back with startled cries. Heat rolled across the air in scorching waves, pushing against Lucian’s icy mana with explosive force. I turned just in time to see him descending from the upper terrace as though gravity itself had become optional. Black hair, sharp amber eyes, and a smile far too amused for the chaos unfolding around us. Even without introduction, I knew. Kael. Another Crown King. His presence felt like controlled destruction—beautiful, reckless, and d

"If he displeases you, kill him! I will bring you another! Anyone you want!" "Look up." The command was absolute. The alpha aura rolling off the King was so heavy it felt like a physical weight pressing down on my lungs. I had no choice but to obey. I slowly lifted my head, trembling. King Kael was massive. He towered over me, his broad shoulders clad in dark, imposing armor. Thick, raven-black hair fell around his face, framing sharp, striking features. But it was his eyes that caught me and held me hostage. They were a brilliant, glowing gold.

father whispers quietly to me. I wanted to reply but I couldn’t, I only thought of Leila, and our child. The crown was lifted, every noble bowed their heads and every servant knelt. Even the generals lowered themselves. The crown touched my head and the entire kingdom dropped to their knees. “Long live King Kardor Arkhavel!” The crowd shouted. I was barely moved by the sound, the moment the crown settled on my head. I could think clearly, the fog disappeared. I could speak.

His choice. I forced my chin up. The crown at my temple felt heavier than usual. My heartbeat was a secret I tried to bury beneath the music. At the far end of the hall, upon the high dais, he sat. Kael. The King. Every inch of him looked carved in shadow and gold. He wore no crown tonight, only a simple black tunic trimmed in crimson, the fabric drawn tight across his chest. His gaze found mine before I had even reached the second pillar. He didn’t smile. He didn’t need to.

announced the master of the banquet, his voice carrying across the courtyard. We immediately curtsied deeply and held our positions as the grand doors of the throne hall creaked open. All eyes turned toward the entrance where King Lucian Devereux emerged. His figure exuded regal majesty, commanding attention. His tall and powerful frame was draped in luxurious robes that shimmered in the twilight. The crown atop his head glinted with precious gems, but it was his face that drew a quiet gasp from my lips. King Lucian possessed a manly beauty that was both striking and captivating. His chiseled features, sharp jawline, and silvery gray eyes spoke of authority and grace.