The King’s Avatar Novels & Stories

I couldn’t picture myself getting bound to a heartless woman. “I am the King!” I vociferated, releasing my dominant scent, making everyone around the grounds of torture, bow. The servants began to shake in fear due to my uproar. Prince Byron tilted his head just like Princess Violet. Even Jay kept quiet for once in hours. “I am the King Archie Kovan Of the Wereland. I rule and make commands not listen and obey commands. Do you get that?” I growled. That one was meant for Princess Violet but I didn't bother to specify until I spoke again.

Kaila yelled as the guards walked toward Ava. Ava stepped backward, seeing that Kaila held significant power over them after being made Queen Consort. "Don't you dare touch the king's..." Henri started but paused, thinking of what to call Ava—whether the king's slave or mate. The king hadn't yet pronounced her his mate. "Don't touch her!" Henri simply said, and the guards halted. Jared Ashtower came in and slipped his hand into Ava's. The slight touch sent shivers down her spine as she looked up at his handsome face.

"Yes, Mistress. Mark said he had mentioned something about a boy that could save him. So, it's possible he's the one" Perfect - Valerie thought in her mind. Actually, she really wanted the King to get free from the bond so he wouldn't have to be bonded to anyone at all and have any reason to stay with her. Cara was gone, Kaylan is depressed, and at that moment, she was the only stable bride of the King. Hmm. Doesn't it seem like a dream come true? She wasn't making an effort, yet everything was working out fine for her. Good lord! She laughed to herself.

Anwir lunged from his horse to Zaro holding his Adamantite sword straight to his neck stopping him from walking, holding his hand up in defense. "I command and you to stop the darkness and being back the light before you get hurt any more innocent creatures." Anwir said in the gasp of him. I thought about the situation, if I'm right Anwir is The King. King of all creature kind he’s— oh man he’s Lavender dad, oh no. He fell into the trap.

They don't notice we're here yet. "Get off of me!" Exclaims Aziel. You can't help your face from twisting a little. That looks like a very painful position to be in. And the girl isn't even showing any mercy. Yvon's got his arm pinned rright behind him, turning a deaf ear to his protests. And they say that he's the future king?

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.

I inhaled deeply, bracing myself for the impending situation. "Presenting His Majesty, Davis Blackthorn, King of the Rogues!" The announcement was heard over the commotion. I turned, still interested about her. And there she was. Adorned in diamonds and silk, Avy looked breathtaking. However, what really chilled my blood was the man standing next to her. The Rogue King, Davis Blackthorn. He put his arm lustfully around Avy's waist. I struggled to maintain a neutral expression as they drew near. I was driven by my inner wolf to seize what was rightfully ours. "Alpha-elect," Davis said with a tilt of his head.

The man was to be announced king once we got this settled, however, I wanted him to be here for this announcement today. “ALL HAIL KING NIKLAUS AND QUEEN KIARA!” Mateo, one of my guards announced. The crowd bowed, and Aiden flew down to the balcony’s railing, looking down at the baby who was in Kiara’s arms. He softly nuzzled the baby’s belly before standing behind me, Kiara, and our baby. Wrapping his tail around our legs and looking at the crowd with us.

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."

Unnatural. Then the king arrived. He was massive. Cloaked in gold and crimson robes, a curved blade at his hip. A heavy crown of thorns and metal rested on his brow, and his gaze was like winter—cold, ruthless, final. The crowd bowed as he approached. Donato didn't. He was too stunned. The king raised a hand. Silence swept the courtyard. "Intruder," the king said, his voice deep and layered with a strange accent. "You step foot in the sacred land of Virenkai. You hold a cursed map. You desecrate our seal."