The King's Avatar For The Glory Novels & Stories

“I chose you back then, and I will choose you always!” Rhobart’s gaze lingered on Ayla for a heartbeat before turning his attention to Eluvene. “What Crown of Darkness?” Rhobart asked with a puzzled face. “And what do you mean he is not a normal human anymore?” “The Crown of Darkness was given to King Amul by Beliar. When you face King Amul on the battlefield, you will know what I mean. And when that day comes, King Rhobart, be sure to have Uzriel close, for without the Avatar of Addanos, you can’t kill King Amul,” said Eluvene, her Darkness dancing on her shoulders.

No one had the audacity to mock what was happening to the Forest of Gluttire, everyone from the empire respected the forest due to its astounding beauty and unmatchable mana. “As you can see your highness we can use this commotion to launch an attack against Avaritia. The treaty has been going on for far too long, if we don't engage now then we can never conquer Avaritia” The Superbian King’s Adviser spoke with haste and angst. “No” The king replied coldly. His eyes were focused on reading a scroll mailed to him by his daughter who was still building a fort with an army ready to attack. They were only waiting for the king's order to launch an attack, they were also watching as the spectacle

“My beauties, how have I missed your presence. But I am saddened to send you away once more. Fly towards the Kingdom of Howard, I shall lend you some pieces of my essences.” The vultures stared at the king incredulously, and he simply smiled, “Search for the missing prince, with the powers I shall grant you, be cloaked as normal citizens of that wretched kingdom. Ask, prod, search and bring me information about Colter’s whereabouts. I know you will not fail me.” With that, he unleashed a sinister black aura that enveloped the vultures . They made raspy, hissing sounds as they absorbed the essence of the king.

I couldn’t picture myself getting bound to a heartless woman. “I am the King!” I vociferated, releasing my dominant scent, making everyone around the grounds of torture, bow. The servants began to shake in fear due to my uproar. Prince Byron tilted his head just like Princess Violet. Even Jay kept quiet for once in hours. “I am the King Archie Kovan Of the Wereland. I rule and make commands not listen and obey commands. Do you get that?” I growled. That one was meant for Princess Violet but I didn't bother to specify until I spoke again.

It wouldn’t be wrong to call them to have an almost fanatical glow… "Sol Dragona Luxuria. You are the heir of this kingdom. You are the future king of Lustburg. More importantly, you are the son of the hero king. The man who saved this world. The man, the hero, who immortalized himself with his deeds. Never forget that. This title isn't just a boon for you. This is also a curse. A weight. A burden that will try to crush you at every moment of your life." The fanatical glow in her eyes dimmed before changing into a sad melancholic light, a light that spoke tales of the tiredness, the helplessness, and the pain their wielder held.

She could not help but find him even more attractive at that moment. Elder Yophiel was draped in a blue robe, he slowly walked towards Dragomir and bowed his head, “My king”, he stared at the skies at all the dragons that had gathered, “Bow before your king Islandians for he has restored the glory of the dragons!”, he cried out in a loud voice. They all bowed their heads.

I wanted nothing more than to rip his throat out with my teeth, to paint the marble floors red in warning to every other fool who thought what’s mine was open for the taking. But this wasn’t just about blood. This was Aethoria. A King didn’t descend into savagery unless it meant something. And that little shit wasn’t worth my throne or my Queen’s dignity. Not tonight. I guided Avery forward, my voice cold, regal, sharp-edged as I addressed the assembly. “I want to thank all of you for attending this evening. It’s a new era for Aethoria. And as you’ve all seen…” I glanced at Avery, letting the room feel the weight of her presence, the danger she carried in her very bones “...you are standing

"Bravo, Fiorenza. You really think you can play games with the Syndicate King?" ​"I don't have a choice, Gianna," I shot back, a sudden surge of hot panic burning through my chest. The compliance I wore around Valeriano like a silk shroud felt suffocating here in the real world. "You don't see what I see. You don't feel the weight of his hands on my shoulders, pretending to cherish me while he plots out the destruction of half of Europe. Every day I spend in that villa, I feel like I'm losing my mind piece by piece."

But as his boots reached the glass, his eyes caught a glimpse through the gap. He didn't invade their privacy, but he saw enough. He saw Draken holding her limp frame with reverence. He saw their discarded clothing scattered across the floor. He saw their foreheads touching in the firelight, and the genuine smile she gave the King—a smile she had never shown to a single soul in this palace, let alone to him. Kael froze, his handsome features hardening into an expression of pure malice. The gentle, understanding prince eroded. He finally understood the brutal reality, Ava was slipping away from him.

The sky over the Shattered Vale burned with the aftermath of war, smoke rising in black plumes, molten rivers casting eerie light over the battlefield. Soldiers, exhausted and battered, pressed forward, rallying behind the king who now moved like living fire. Verath Dravenor, Dragon King, had fully unleashed his power, wings spanning the horizon, scales glowing molten gold. Every step he took scorched the ground, yet his focus was unwavering, tethered by the bond that connected him to Elara.