The King's Avatar Manga Novels & Stories

The doors open, and a guard announces, “Arriving, King Astaroth and his mate, Royal Luna Carmen, and his daughter, Lady Florence.” A strong man with a shaved head strides into the hall, two women at his sides, their hands locked with his. Behind the supposed King follows a towering figure, his scalp shaved at the edges, a single braid trailing from the crown of his head down to the middle of his back. His body bears the map of countless scars. The crowd parts in silence as Astaroth leads the women forward and comes to stand before our King Aldous. “Brother.” The man speaks. King Aldous nods. “Brother. It is a surprise to have you.”

“What is this situation? Hahaha, for me the sole reason I became King was you.” Her eyes widened in disbelief and he continued inching his face closer to her until he was so close she could feel his breath on her face. He grabbed hold of her arms, shaking her. “If you leave me, what do you suppose I do?” “Your joke is going too far…” she whimpered. Placing his forehead on hers, he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. “You must believe me, even if no one else does,” letting out a sigh and continued. “I am a man who became King for you were the King’s flower.”

Is it because of Vladimir? Kora looked to the rest of the group before gracing me with a triumphant smile that promised complete and total annihilation. "No power. Not a single one and you decide to ally yourself with the abiminations to leverage the power that you don't have? What did you promise the king huh? Your soul? Or what's between your legs? Did you promise to warm his bed for eternity in exchange for stealing what is not yours?" I was too shocked and mortified to reply any of her taunts. No one, and I repeat no one, has ever been so crude and horrible to me.

“And your phantasm isn’t to bend space?” “That’s just something I picked up from one of the vampires I killed.” She answered “And your tattoo is a ‘phantom crest’?” “Yes, it makes me a Regis… or it will if I can activate it.” She says, “your story wasn’t completely wrong,” “Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” “I wasn’t going to tell my life story to a stranger I just met, no matter how charming he was.” “But I told you my story,” he argues

he continued. "So he's related to their king or something," I asked. I wasn't too surprised as Andre always teased that he had some power. "He's definitely related," Hanson spoke "He's the Prince of the vampires, set to become king once he chooses a mate." I frowned, that did surprise me. Andre had failed to mention that fact, which was important since he always tried to convince me to pick him as a mate.

Her long hair was made into a small messy bun. She smiled as she looked at her reflection. At least he knows which color suits her and has some taste in clothes. While she was admiring her reflection and thinking that she looked quite beautiful today, the guard outside her chamber announced the arrival of the King. She quickly stood and went towards the door, stopping when she saw the King approaching. He was wearing a royal king's outfit with a royal crown. He looked like a Greek God who had just come from heaven. Victoria could say that she had never seen a man like him in her life.

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

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

Adrian closed his eyes. For a moment, the world felt simple. But far above the city… Inside the citadel… The Demon King sat awake. Cassian stood nearby, having delivered the rest of his report. Vaelreth’s golden eyes were darker now. “He is human,” the king said slowly. “Yes.” “Humans seek comfort.” Cassian said nothing. Vaelreth leaned back against his throne. Yet despite the calm tone of his voice, something unfamiliar twisted quietly in his chest.

"I love you when you're a broken puppy and I love you when you're a vicious fury dragon. The only thing that changes is whether I'm going to cuddle you or fuck you." "Well I'm feeling a little vicious right now," he growls, his eyes flaring once again. I stand up, smiling in amusement. "And the King comes out to play," I murmur as I walk over to lock the door. I turn around to see Ash sitting on the edge of the bed. He looks so tiny and helpless in my clothes but his eyes are bright with a mischief that makes my dragon stir. He doesn't move but I can hear his breathing quicken as I saunter across the room. My fingers brush the hair away from his face and he looks up at me, his big brown eyes