The King’s Avatar Novels & Stories

This was my world now, a kingdom built not on love or hope, but on cold, hard data and absolute control. My men moved around me with a new, quiet tension, their footsteps soft on the marble floor, their voices low and respectful, their eyes carefully avoiding mine, they saw the change in me, the return of the man they had served for ten years, the King of Ashes, the ruler whose heart was a frozen void. The brief spring, the fleeting warmth Isabella had brought, was over, and the long, cold winter had returned.

Guard Victor frantically shook his head, "No, your majesty. You're the best king in the world. Every other being in this world needs to serve as your rug," "Is that what you really think?" The king squatted in front of the guard. "Yes, I really think so," he answered quickly. "You know, not everyone is worthy to be my rug. Many in this world including you..." the king lifted the guard's chin with his index finger before continuing his words, "are trash," "Yes, my king," the guard knew better not to argue with this mad king. Whatever he said and did was the right thing. King Kyle straightened his body and levitated, "I haven't massacred people in a long time. Some rats from a small shack actu

But little did they know that the Ayatollah had not actually died. Since he was the king because he reincarnated into a Vizier, a powerful and wise advisor, known as the Great Lion of Fire, until he returned to his kingdom, he brought peace to the people, of the twelve kingdoms in which he and his army roamed the other cities of sand, until he reached his kingdom as their new king and protector, watching over his people and keeping them safe from harm.

Azubu realm Three Zaccheus POV The King cradled his unconscious mate in his arms, shouting orders to his startled subjects, "get Avivit." The subjects were cowering away, afraid of the King's temper. The King carried his mate to his room with lightning speed. "Where is she?" He growled, tucking her under the duvet. His patience was running thin. Where is the god-damned beta-female? He thought angrily. The King noticed her body was freezing up and rubbed his hands with hers to warm it up.

"I must commend you for lasting as long as you have. However, resistance is futile in my presence," the king said in a voice that had an androgynous quality. They couldn’t discern if this person was truly the king. Despite having the king’s face, the figure before them had a monstrous and horrifying body. "What's going on?" According to Adrian, the king was dead. Why was he appearing before them now, and in such a grotesque form? A powerful dark energy emanated from the king as he said, "Greetings, my subjects. You are the citizens of Silver Peak Island, so where do you think you're going?"

Recently, King Edward Herman and Queen Mary Herman had announced the fixed marriage of their daughter to the King of Country A. Country A was the richest and most powerful nation, ruled by the formidable and ruthless King Alexander Knight, often referred to as the "God of War" for his undefeated record on the battlefield since the age of 15. Country K, in contrast, is a small and vulnerable nation, situated next to Country A. Due to continuous attacks from their powerful neighbor, the people of Country K had suffered greatly. Their resources and strength were insufficient to defend against the aggressors.

I was told to move on, I was told to let the soul of my mate go and be in the bosom of the moon goddess but I couldn't, I couldn't let go. The door creaked and a young male walked in. He bowed and said "It's time." I nodded and he bowed before exiting the room, I stood up and button the jacket of my suit and then composed myself before leaving the room. I am the Lycan king, I am King Elijah and I have a kingdom to protect. *** *** *** The meeting room was packed with elders of the coven arguing among themselves. I sighed and popped in one of the empty seats and watched them closely.

The kin‍gdom wa⁠s f‍inally at peac‍e, secured not by fear or cold ancie⁠nt laws, but by an unbreakable bond of trust, partnership, a⁠nd un‌conditional de‌votion. I‍ entered the Alpha‍ King's‌ palace as a virgi‍n surrogat‌e wi‍th nothi‌ng but a co⁠ntract in my hands;⁠ I left it as his chosen mate, his quee‍n, and the‌ woman who had fi‌nally taught⁠ the most powe⁠rful wolf in‌ the kingdom how to love⁠ again.⁠

Anger burned in my chest as I saw Ava's blood dripping out of his mouth. "Finally." He gripped her from the back of her neck and pulled her upright, making her look at me. "Look at him. Kneeling before me like the little bitch he is." He hissed in her ear and then glared at me. "They kept saying that Adrik was the King and that you are 'the offspring'. Liars. The whole lot of them." A sardonic laugh escaped him. "Look at this—'the saviour of the world' kneeling at my feet." My eyes were on Ava. She had her tear-filled eyes on me. Xillian had his hold on her as he went on and on about some bullshit I couldn't bother to pay attention to. I needed to find a way to get her out of his grasp.

And when I sensed his energy, I realized it was Prince Daisuke, the King's only son and… next King after Avy's death. "And the oracle called you a well-behaved child!" He mocked, and when I felt his eyes on my face I tried to turn my head away but he held my chin. I heard him gulping. "Blood tears…" he said to himself. "What did you do, Eileithya?" I hate when he calls me by my middle name like that instead of just Thya like Avy does. "Who's death did you see?" "That's none of your business, Your Highness," we never had a good relationship, but it wasn't bad either. It was neutral. I felt bad for lying about this because it was totally his business.