The King’s Avatar Novels & Stories

His eyes were a deep blue, like the night sky and he carried himself like a man in charge, fitting as he was the king after all. “Father. I would like you to meet Kara Ravenfield or Yarrow. Kara, this is my father Callan Horne, King of the dragons.” I stood up and looked up at the king, giving a respectful bow before holding my hand for him to shake and gripping it firmly while doing so. He looked me up and down, giving me an assessing look before he nodded once and smiled brightly.

Once they noticed there were no weapons with him, one signaled, “Clear.” Javier grinned, flipping a sleek hand over his dark hair as they led him inside the mighty building. He crossed over the green lawns, taking note of the black crows and the darkened sky. The door opened, revealing the face of King Vladmir and his loved Queen, Zoraida. The Elders were positioned on their chairs as usual and the room was dimly lit. The King was clothed in black leather trousers and a plain shirt, which highlighted his protruding belly. His fake black hair was still positioned on his head, with a crown on top.

Calita’s truth weighed against my ribs like a second heart. Ava was a Warg. A monster the Reigns would never forgive. And yet… not the threat I truly feared. No. Ava was a storm—destructive, honest, uncontrollable. But storms pass. And Kingdoms fall to architects. I thought of my father then. The King who hid me in shadows while grooming a son to rule. The King who spoke of destiny as if birth alone decided worth. The King who would rather watch the Reigns burn than loosen his grip on a crown.

Without another word, he turned and hurried off to fulfill King Lucian's command. King Lucian stood before the large doors of the throne hall, his expression solemn. The guards stationed on either side of the entrance immediately recognized their monarch and swung the massive doors open without delay. As Lucian stepped inside, he held his head high, exuding the regal bearing expected of a king. Yet, beneath his composed exterior, his heart was heavy with sorrow and regret.

he said. As we entered the king’s chamber, I saw him lying there, motionless. I approached his bed cautiously, and as my hand brushed his forehead, I could immediately feel the heat radiating off him. He was burning up with a fever. I swallowed hard, my breath catching in my throat. There he was, the man who had killed my family, who had caused so much pain. But here, now, he was nothing more than a broken, vulnerable king. Part of me wanted to end it. To strike while he was weak. But another part of me hesitated. Was this the moment I had been waiting for? Or was I meant to help him, despite everything?

Ava quickly put on her sweetest smile and curtsied as they approached. The King looked at Ava with great satisfaction. "Ava, I am delighted that you are willing to be engaged to Wyatt. Thank you for your contributions to bringing peace and prosperity to both nations." Ava smiled sweetly, "It's an honor to become the Luna Queen of the Wolf Kingdom." The King's gaze shifted, realizing that Wyatt wasn't with Ava. He asked, "Why isn't Wyatt with you?"

he said. Ten hours later I placed my suitcase in the boat and steered my way across to the island. I sighed in contentment as I walked down the dock and placed my suitcase down on the porch. Abeloth separated from me and stretched his neck and wings. “Are we now the King’s Assassin?” he asked me. “Yes we are, the King needs someone he can rely on,” I said. “The King will die soon,” he said. “Then we’ll be done,” I said.

I feel like Avani’s presence here today is for me, to show me that they are still here, they are still fighting for the three of us who were ripped away from them. “What is the meaning of this?” a blustering man who is dressed like a royal says, stomping in our direction. “This is a ROYAL conclave. You are not allowed here.” I wait for Merellien to tell me to blast him with fire. I’m surprised when he doesn’t. “On the contrary, Nylion and I are now kings,” Merellien says. “That is impossible,” the man snarls.

She shook her head and gently ruffled the black silk of his hair. “No, baby, you have never met him,” Ava answered, her heart aching at the thought of her little boy never knowing his father. Ava had never known her mother and often wondered if her life would’ve been different for her if she had. “He’s a very important person on Bartovia,” she added. “He stays at the palace and he’s going to be the King.” His eyes were like wide black pools. “Can I give you a picture to take for him to hang at his palace?” Christian asked. “Do you think he would like that?”

which made him not even notice Pine's presence. "Vampires work too?" asked Pine. Still busy checking his documents, Kevin replied, "Because I'm the Prince." "Prince is always side by side with the King, right? Where is the King then?" Kevin put down his pen and looked at Pine, "In the human world." "He's not here? He is your father, right?" "He's your King, Pine," Kevin said while propping his chin "My king?" asked Pine cluelessly. "My father is the King of the Antro Kingdom. The kingdom that rules over the human world. Therefore, he is not here."