The King's Avatar For The Glory Novels & Stories

Vlash’ mother said as everyone turn silent as the king and queen step down the platform. I smile and look at Vlash before I step up in front of Vlash. I look at Lady Hilda and sign her. She step and stand on my side holding the golden box. “With this wonderful day in the kingdom I will crown you your new King, a king that will symbolize the new beginning of Comios, a king who will lead and protect all of us and a king who we can lean on amidst the adversities. Also, this crown doesn’t just symbolizes that he is the king of Comios rather… ahmnn since he is now the husband or the other half of mine the Grand Queen of Evetora. He will also be known to be the Grand King of Evetora. Prince Ash Me

, she took a few steps towards the king, “You are the greatest and most powerful of all kings. A coward with magical powers is no threat to you or your throne, neither should it alter your peace of mind. I suggest My Lord that you take a rest and not dwell on these trivial matters. Even in your sleep the coward is no match for the king. You are the most powerful being that walks earth, a trickster is feeble in comparison to the magic your little finger can wrought…” At this point Cedric was already beaming with smiles. She was as beautiful as she was intelligent. She stopped briefly and turned to her friends, “All hail the king of kings, his imperial majesty king Javaid the I of Salvador!” “

“Very well, my dear. Do without. I’m sure a nubile young nude like you will raise many a staff.” “You must concede,” Isabel urged. “A horrible garment is better than nothing.” “Horrible, you say? Someone else appears to be itching for punishment. Are you girls so bored that it makes you bold enough to defy your queen? Am I not a generous monarch?” “We’re a bit confused, Your Majesty. Is Ephron not the King?” “Not until I say so, girl.” They all felt they had gotten off lightly when Clara flounced her way out of the fire-damaged solar, clearly annoyed by Ava’s barbed query.

I cleared my throat slightly with a chuckle. "My name is Avalon not Miwa your King Majesty the Alpha" I spoke in a rush not sure exactly how to address him. He gave me a curious look for a moment before settling back on his seat, a smile tugging at the corner of his lip. "I know who you are child. I know a lot more about you than you might think"

The once approachable, understanding, patient and kind-hearted king was turned into a monster that everyone would fear. And there, King Astius, the king of the northern kingdom Noartias, the most praised and well-known king of all four kingdoms, sat proudly in the middle of the podium as he was looking down to the opposite direction where his once must trusted adviser was tide unto a giant pole. The king looked unrecognizable and villainous on his dark and scarlet clothes. Everyone knew especially the tailors in the kingdom that he hated such colors because according to him, it resembled a bad fortune. Now, it was astonishingly strange for them to see him on it. Stood on his side was the ne

“I swear that’s what it’s called. Almost as if the fates knew there would be a King Alexander one day who would need the perfect ring for the perfect mate.” “I already had the perfect mate,” I grumble, struggling to imagine Sophia ever measuring up to the memory of Emily. I wipe a hand down my face. This isn’t ideal, but at least I know now. After three hundred years of seeking my true Luna, I have the answer I was looking for. Even if it’s not the one I wanted. “Thank you.” I stand, bowing to Selene. I may be king, but there are some creatures even I bow to.

Arth replied, still holding the orb and scepter. “By decree bestowed upon me as the High King of Galadhor, I now crown you … King of Glacia.” The High King slowly placed the ice crown on his head. Arth shivered, chills running down throughout his entire body. The crown was heavier than he had thought. “Now rise Arth Aragon the Frostborne, King of Crown Galacer, Ruler of Glacia and Protector of the Northern Realm … Long live the King.” “Long live, the King!” the audience said altogether and then they all kneeled, bowing their heads.

I feel like Avani’s presence here today is for me, to show me that they are still here, they are still fighting for the three of us who were ripped away from them. “What is the meaning of this?” a blustering man who is dressed like a royal says, stomping in our direction. “This is a ROYAL conclave. You are not allowed here.” I wait for Merellien to tell me to blast him with fire. I’m surprised when he doesn’t. “On the contrary, Nylion and I are now kings,” Merellien says. “That is impossible,” the man snarls.

"It is the King of the Glades. He lives." With a sudden, sweeping motion of pure, instinctual reverence, the old man went down on his knees, pressing his forehead against the damp, awakening soil. Within seconds, the movement caught like wildfire through a dry forest. Lower-tier guards dropped their crystalline spears, letting them shatter harmlessly on the stones as they dropped to their knees. Mothers, artisans, scouts, and children followed in a massive, rolling wave of absolute honor, until all several thousand elves in the central plaza were kneeling before the grand balcony, paying homage to the true king who had returned to claim their future.

Below her, through the grate, she saw the King. Valerius wasn't a wolf. He was sitting in a high-backed chair, wearing a specialized headset that shielded his brain from the frequency. He looked at the massive computer bank in front of him, a glass of wine in his hand. “The Great Reset,” the King whispered to himself. “If I can't rule a kingdom of men, I will rule a kingdom of beasts.” Faith didn't wait. She kicked the grate open and dropped into the room. The King spun around, his eyes wide. “You! How are you here?”