The King’s Avatar Novels & Stories

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?”

"But it's also true, isn't it? That's what the Avatar is—a tool for the kingdom to use." "It's more complicated than that." "Then explain it to me." I leaned forward, meeting his eyes directly. "Because King Theron announced me as the Avatar like everyone should know what that means, but I have no idea. What am I, Kieran? What have I become?" "It is more complicated than that." "Then explain it to me." I leaned forward, meeting his eyes directly. "Because King Theron announced me as the Avatar like everyone should know what that means, but I have no idea. What am I, Kieran? What have I become?"

, I say before explaining. “We don’t help even if Moraeka sent you.”, the king says. “This is a wast-” “I understand that sir, I really do but this is quite important not only for us but also your people.”, I state. “How?”, he asks. “Simply, my mate is Kevin, who you know is a vampdragon. Now, you also know that he is the next king for his people.”, I state. “She is telling the trust, my king. I can sense she has another soul in her.”, someone says.

“My beauties, how have I missed your presence. But I am saddened to send you away once more. Fly towards the Kingdom of Howard, I shall lend you some pieces of my essences.” The vultures stared at the king incredulously, and he simply smiled, “Search for the missing prince, with the powers I shall grant you, be cloaked as normal citizens of that wretched kingdom. Ask, prod, search and bring me information about Colter’s whereabouts. I know you will not fail me.” With that, he unleashed a sinister black aura that enveloped the vultures . They made raspy, hissing sounds as they absorbed the essence of the king.

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."

He nodded, looking at Vidar as he continued to cough. "O what he he was talking?" I looked for Vidar. "Per what he you called in king?" His square jaw made a crunching noise. He hesitated per one time before in to respond. "He me called of a king because I am one.” My eyebrows if came together. Good, that it was news. "One king in what, exactly?” "King of supernatural. AND, in soon you will be queen." I blinked. "I am really sorry." I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “I think I must have misheard. Did you just say you are the king of the supernatural?”

I am under no illusion that Ava intends to help me, especially when she clearly devised this entire situation. “It is not for her, my King, but for your son. This is Maya, Owen’s pet, and he has grown… attached to her. He would be devastated if something happened to her.” I hide my shock. It does actually sound like she’s trying to help me. I risk a glance at the King. He’s looking at me with disgust, which is when it hits me. A prince developing an attachment toward a human is likely one of the worst things he can do. Ava didn’t plead my case; she revealed her mate’s weakness.

Ava’s ghost hovered here too, but not as they thought. Not a betrayer. Not a liability. My Ava wasn’t gone. Somewhere deep in my chest, I knew she was alive. And if she were alive, I would burn every last one of them before I let them bury her with lies. But for now, I had to play the game. I steepled my hands, leaning forward. “King wants you to believe Carter West is weak. That I’m distracted. That we’re already bleeding. He thinks if he cuts deep enough, you’ll jump ship.”

"You are a King, but I know the abyss that waits if you fall. I haven't earned this level of protection yet. I want to win my own territory so I can stand beside you, not hide behind you. I can't let you be the only one fighting. Let me at least protect your heart." Connor was stunned. For a long moment, he just looked at me, the ice in his gaze melting into a raw, primal hunger. He cupped my face, his thumb tracing my lower lip. "I should thank those old fossils for giving me a chance to hear the depth of your soul, Ava. But you underestimate your mate. No one takes a King’s power while he still has breath." He lifted me effortlessly, his strength making my breath hitch. "You were tricked b

Even if that meant playing along, no matter what game he was running. “You must already have surmised that Atticus is the Heir to the Throne,” the King continued. “He is crazy about you. However, given your shared past and the necessary strategic positioning of the Kingdom, your bonding is highly inappropriate. Yet, he searches for you feverishly, and somehow, you remain unreachable to him. Tell me, is your distance due to his deception, the fact that he first presented himself as ‘The Hawk’?” I nodded, the motion feeling more like a mechanical response than a conscious choice. This all was too much to absorb, too much to hold in one mind.