The King’s Avatar Novels & Stories

She was 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 was 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.

“Within the next couple of days. I will visit a few days after you. Don’t worry they won’t recognize me. I will be your twenty-three-year-old son. My aura and power will be concealed.” “You promise my people absolute protection. That is something that no king would turn down.” “I am glad you agree.” I stood and held out my hand for him to shake. The king took it with a firm grip. “I’ll see you next in the Mythical Lands then, King Kyro.” “How will I know when you arrive?” “Don’t worry, I’ll make myself known to you. Though I won’t look or feel the same as I do now, only you will know it is really me. It’s one of the perks of being a God.”

Likely because I had grown in strength and speed lately. The fight ended faster than I expected, I knocked off Darian's sword and had him on his knees. “You cannot win this fight, Ava. The King has an endless list of options. And you are living within a limit. This is not a fight we can win.” I shifted back into my human form, gasping hard for air. I finally regained myself and leaned closer to him. “I do not plan on winning any wars, even though they're inevitable. All I aim to do is dethrone Kael and watch everything he's built burn down.” I said menacingly.

His tone sharpened. I swallowed hard, trying to breathe through the nausea. The King wasn’t the original reaper because he made a deal with Death. He wasn't a reaper at all. He was the Keeper. “You captured Death,” I whispered. “That’s why he can’t leave.” “That is why he is mine. His power is mine!” the King corrected, stepping closer again, and I stumbled a step back, my heel bumping into my mother’s body. “The crown before was a joke! It was weak and crumbled so easily!”

I thought that with phoenix back, I could protect the pack without thinking of the decision-making aspect. Darted worriedly. What if I fail to make a good decision in the near future. I might've proven myself worthy of the position, but I could also prove myself unworthy with any slight mistake. Besides, I had never been a ruler before, I had no idea how it was being one. I was practically just following my instincts for now, but the more I sat down to think about it, the more worried I became.

Well, whatever the reason is, I have to end her life or else, Gideon might use her to find our whereabouts. “You have chosen the wrong Alpha King, Ava. Gideon is not the Alpha King. James is the real Alpha King. He can't give you the kingdom that you asked for. He was only using you against us. So, if you can, control him. Take him out of your body. Do not let that monster control you, and I'll give you one minute,” I uttered. However, Ava just smirked at me. We waited for one minute, but she's not even doing anything.

Even then, she’d have to give herself over to the idea of being mates before she could fully feel the bond, but I was willing to wait for as long as that took. In the meantime, I would show her all the wonderful things that she’d been missing out on—starting with where I lived. “We’re mates?” Ava asked. “So what does that mean, really?” “It means we’re supposed to be together.” “But that’s impossible,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I’m a human, and you’re some sort of...what, werewolf king?” I smiled. “Sort of, yes. I’m the Alpha King. And Ava, you’re not human.”

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. Matteo 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."

Annoyed, Daeira stopped in her tracks and turned back in the direction of the strange woman, "What are you talking about?" Esee's grinned disappeared, "The king of Aryan from the underworld or the inhabitants in the surface called it Agartha, is selecting for his bride to carry out the prophecy of humanities' downfall," Daeira's face was drawn into confusion and gave Esee an are you crazy look. "The king...you've already met him and he's preparing you to meet him," Esee said Daeira curled her fists, "Last time I checked, the king wasn't anywhere in Korea for me to freely meet. He's dining with his mother in England,"

"But then they realized he had been broken completely when he would no longer allow his sister to extend the life of her mate. He told her it was time for the mortal's life to finally end for good and forced her to become goddess of the dead so she could remain with her mate. "Kilano took back his crown but he wasn't the same king as he has been before. He devoted himself wholly to his daughter, using her as a distraction from the pain of losing her mother. This devotion led him to another god—Sayan. "The god of the water seemed an unlikely friend to the god of fire but they shared many pains and misfortunes. Sayan too had lost a mortal mate who wanted to give him a child. He too, devoted hi