The King's Avatar For The Glory Novels & Stories

I inhaled deeply, bracing myself for the impending situation. "Presenting His Majesty, Davis Blackthorn, King of the Rogues!" The announcement was heard over the commotion. I turned, still interested about her. And there she was. Adorned in diamonds and silk, Avy looked breathtaking. However, what really chilled my blood was the man standing next to her. The Rogue King, Davis Blackthorn. He put his arm lustfully around Avy's waist. I struggled to maintain a neutral expression as they drew near. I was driven by my inner wolf to seize what was rightfully ours. "Alpha-elect," Davis said with a tilt of his head.

Similarly, the king's holographic image was projected onto us, creating the illusion that he was sitting right there with us. I could see both the King's and Brock's faces, showing how impressed they were with my skills. Smiling with pride, I nodded at their admiration of my skills. "Your Highness," I intoned, a deliberate bow dipping my head, baring the vulnerability of my neck. "Grave concern grips us, and with just cause—traitors may well walk among us tonight." Brock had also bowed his head in reverence. "We need to combat this," he added, his voice laying a steel resolve over the words I had already spoken.

I asked Ruth who put them there and she said the king had ordered them from the city while I was in the Library. Now, I am sitting on my bed watching the clock hanging on my wall. I am nervous, what if The King doesn't like what he sees? What if- . There's a nock on my door and I stand up, adjusting my gown. I open the door and there stands the King in a black suit with Red roses in his hands. Elijah stares at me with his eyes wide and his mouth open like a fish gasping for water. "Red looks good on you" Elijah whispered referring to the gown I am wearing and I blush. The gown is knee length made our of lace.

William Timothy Icefall met Nathaniel's gaze squarely, not appearing any less like the intimidating old lion he was because he was below eye-level. "If you are as intelligent as I thought you to be, then you know that there was no other way. Not then, and not now", the King said slowly, adding weight to his every word. The blue eyes, only warming up when he looked at his mistress or Aston, were as cold as they could be. "All I did was for the good of the country. One life, even yours or mine, is never worth as much as all humans living in these lands. So, I won't ask you for forgiveness."

His voice echoed in the hall loudly. (Kabul ke Maharana, Sultan Rafiq Sulaiman. Jesa ki humne aapse kaha tha ki Mahabaleshgarh ke Kal ko bachane ke badle hum aapki kuch bhi Hasrat poori kar paaye to badi khushi hogi. Kripya kuch maang ke Hume bojh tale halka kare) I looked at the tall, strongly built King wearing plain black Kurta with a black loincloth. His turban was fixed on his head proudly all in black.

If they managed to survive then they were allowed to return on rare occasions but ever since one managed to become High Lord, our culture and way of life have gone to complete shit. Just like a witch has a dæmon, an angel has its wings. The wings reflect the soul—small wings meant a damaged one. And Dorin and the High Lord's wings are too small to even allow them to fly. "Aurelia!" I lift my chin, meeting his gaze. "High Lord," I mumble, bowing my head ever so slightly. He smirks. "How good of you to finally answer my command." I bite my tongue and offer up a small smile. "Why did you want to see me?" I ask in a painfully polite voice.

The throne glowed once more. "Now? Oh great. No no no, I don't need any time to prepare. I have been ready for an opportunity like this for years now." At the words of the King, the throne shone brighter than it had done till now. And unlike before, the glow wasn't black, it was white.

She felt so uneasy Her breath hitched a bit as her eyes glued to him. He was putting on a long robe, red in color and flecked with some gold at the hem His eyes were so dark; so dark they made Roseline wonder if they'd been through hell. That was the same handsome King she had healed. And right there, he was looking more charming; more powerful. "My King!" The woman in the room stood up and bowed immediately, her voice interpreting so much fear and respect. Roseline just stood by and watched; she had never bowed for any one in her entire life - never. Well, that was because she had been locked up the whole time.

A dangerous person that must not become King again. “My intentions as a king when I first wore the crown was good but, my intentions changed when I gave my crown to him just to follow the stupid prophecy. I’m good with having you as a wife, you’re cute and I would love to hear your screams every night, see you drenched in your own pools of blood. It would be great, wouldn’t it?” His psychotic smile never left his face.

“Your Majesty…I bring into your presence Katarina D’Basille, the demon that has been claimed by Prince Ruben, as requested.” Kat caught the eye of one of the women who was lying just in front of her. Her eyes were sad and held a resigned to fate expression that Kat recognised well as a reflection of her own up until just lately. Kat noticed that all the women had identical collars around their necks that held the King’s regalia and colours of red, black and gold. Kat startled when the King spoke. “Thank you, General.” His voice was incredibly deep, like a neutral growl permanently in it but it hit you like a smooth cascade of water washing over you and tickling your skin. “And the chains?” H