The King's Avatar For The Glory Novels & Stories

his voice echoed in both our heads, loud and perfectly clear. ​Suddenly, the King’s physical body just melted. It didn't burn or explode; it simply collapsed into a foul, black sludge. The second he melted, the massive army of corpses around the cage completely stopped fighting. They just fell over like puppets with cut strings, turning back into lifeless dirt and old bones. ​The battlefield went dead silent. The Vanguard just stood there, panting, staring at the empty mud. ​"An avatar," Kaelen realized, his voice dropping into a hollow, horrified whisper. "He wasn't even really here. It was a decoy."

Anna chuckled and shook her head in agreement. The announcer cleared his throat and announced their arrival. " I give you House D'aramitz." Taking a deep breath, Belle and Anna walked through the door and headed to the throne to pay their respects. Jezzebelles breath caught in her throat. The King was not in his usual attire. Which was usually a black laced up cotton shirt. He was still wearing his usual breaches and riding boots but the shirt caught her attention big time. He was donning a beautiful Navy blue shirt that off set his eye's making them look dark and mysterious holding a beautiful blue fire to them. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows like he was over heated. He looked lik

That whore! After Embry was crowned king, it was time for his ministers to swear to do their jobs. First, the royal advisor swore his allegiance. Then, a couple of new ministers did the same. Finally, it was time for Athena to take that job, which she had no idea how to do.

Yes, my king", she gently replied. She's so calm when dealing with the king. "I was told you're my son's mate", he said. Is that true? With a smile on her face, she replied. "Yes, my king." This is not our first meeting. I hope you remember that," the king said. "Yes, my king," Ava responded. I'm sorry for the last time. I'm deeply sorry and I hope you will forgive me. I never meant to question your authority", she apologized. Ava apologized to the king, but he was still not satisfied.

But looking at their faces, seeing their hope and their gratitude, I could not bring myself to say that out loud. We rode through the streets slowly, letting the crowd see us. Letting them celebrate. And at the palace gates, King Alaric Darius himself stood waiting. When he stepped forward, the crowd fell silent. "General Ravena," he called out, his voice deep and powerful. "You have brought honour to this kingdom. You have carried on your father's legacy. You have brought glory to our people." I dismounted and knelt before him, my head bowed. "I only did my duty, Your Majesty."

Alpha King Caesar, 2nd king of Arcelia (Alter of the sky) a kingdom that was once the pride of the goddess, a kingdom that once bared light to the dark and dim but the darkness now required light, just a little bit of light could do miracles upon miracles but who was brave enough to bring light into this suffocating darkness, even the divinity and deities could not force the sun to shin under his forsaken castle. He bursted in through the doors of his empty throne room, empty except for the demons that flee around, tittering with mockery, constantly ringing a bell in his ears. He walked majestically to his throne, letting his black robes sweep the floor mightly, his head and shoulders lean h

I continued to stay kneeling though, staying as still as I could, and hoping the floor would open up and swallow me whole. “Stand up child, let me have a good look at you.” The King’s voice rang out again, and goosebumps littered my arms. I slowly stood, and lifted my head to look at the King. King Ben Avon was not exactly what you would expect an evil king to look like. His short stature, rosy face, and plump belly actually made him look more like someone’s grandfather rather than the wicked beast that was depicted in our stories. He even had a bright smile on his face as he looked down at me. The only give away being a sharp glint just hidden behind his dark brown and blue eyes.

“Your brother is not only a king by blood. He is chosen. The crown he wears is not merely gold — it is grace. A king on earth is a servant of the Almighty. He carries not just laws, but the breath of Heaven’s will.” Aabroo looked at her, confused and hopeful. “Do you think the Lord, who watches even the sparrow in its flight, would let harm come to His own anointed?” Inayat continued. “The king is prayed for every dawn and every dusk. Whispered blessings rise for him like morning fog. How could Heaven not hear them? He is wrapped in prayers like armor, and in love fiercer than any sword.”

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.

The Avatar’s face didn't change expression, but the temperature in the room dropped thirty degrees. The sapphire glow turned from a soft pulse to a jagged, electric flicker. "Imperfection is a disease, Audrey," the Avatar said, her voice now sounding like the grinding of tectonic plates. "You cling to your scars as if they are trophies. You cling to your mortality as if it is a gift. But look at your King. Look at the man you love."