The King’s Avatar Novels & Stories

"That's one hell of an assumption, little tom. It's a risk to follow someone so blindly. What do you mean you aren't welcomed in my churches? I am not known to discriminate." Unnerved by the gray and white tom's statement, King was desperate for information now. It was not common knowledge that the throne held the power of the God of the Underworld and only made one the avatar of its gift. Or if it was displeased, it could take it away. To most, the Black Devil was a God, almighty and undefeatable. What did Agent know and how did he know it? Something was making King's fur stand on end and it wasn't all fear.

The once approachable, understanding, patient and kind-hearted king was turned into a monster that everyone would fear. And there, King Astius, the king of the northern kingdom Noartias, the most praised and well-known king of all four kingdoms, sat proudly in the middle of the podium as he was looking down to the opposite direction where his once must trusted adviser was tide unto a giant pole. The king looked unrecognizable and villainous on his dark and scarlet clothes. Everyone knew especially the tailors in the kingdom that he hated such colors because according to him, it resembled a bad fortune. Now, it was astonishingly strange for them to see him on it. Stood on his side was the ne

"I know, and I'll be coming home soon." *Knock* *knock* The sudden knock on the door snapped them off their bonding. "You should leave." She panicked a little. "What kind of a Man disallows his wife from meeting her family anyway," "If he sees you, you'll be killed. He's cruel. He's the King." "Well, Damn him."57[The Year 1742] "Ava is with the doppelganger. Ostensibly, he abducted her." The king, Dominus informed Simon in his chamber.

"That barbaric human thinks he'll be the one to bring down the longest reigning kingdom!? I think not! He may be strong, he may even be all bluster and turn out to be weak, but if he dares to confront our great king who's stood by our people for millennia. I have little doubt they shall rip him limb from limb, and vanquish him! Our king who will fight to the death and destroy such an abomination w-" "PEOPLE OF THE DARKNESS! YOUR KING HAS ABANDONED YOU! SEEKING ONLY TO SAVE HIS OWN INSIGNIFICANT LIFE, HE HAS FLED YOUR CITY ABANDONING ALL TO THEIR FATES!" Havoc's voice boomed through the proxy crystal his image lighting up across every proxy stone throughout the city. .... "Errr don't listen t

His voice was quiet. Gentle. I smiled. A real smile. The first completely honest smile I'd worn in months. "It's gone." Silas's breath caught. The words hung between us. Heavy. Meaningful. Life-changing. The king looked away briefly. As though trying to control emotions he rarely allowed anyone to see. Then he looked back. And for the first time since I returned home... I saw hope. Not expectation. Not entitlement. Hope. The sight nearly shattered me. Because even now, after everything, he still wasn't assuming anything.

He wore rings on every finger, and a heavy crown, decorated with green rhinestones, on his head. But even without it, I could still guess this man’s identity. There was no doubt about it. “That’s King Tavi of Aevenor,” Kylan said, his voice low. “And that’s his son, Halden…and his bastard.” My breath caught as they neared. The two younger men were a few steps behind. I had never seen another Lycan king before, and seeing Elyx the first time had already been a happening for me. How would I even face a second one?

The man whose face I had just beheld in awe is none other than the King of Utrif. My mate is the ruler of a realm where rogues like me are branded as criminals, hunted and despised. Noah lifts one brow—a picture of complete and utter nonchalance. "I'm—" a rogue. He's the king. This can't be. There has to be a mistake. His arms are crossed. "Yes?" I shake my head and turn to glass wall. The moment I reach the end I realise I have no lungs. No breathes. There is no air.

VLAD... The next week goes by quickly and I am once again sitting at my desk when one of the burner phones in the top drawer of my desk rings again. I open the drawer, pick up the phone and place it on the desk as I answer it and place it on speaker. This time I speak before he can. “What do you have for me?” “The King is leaving the castle.” “Really? Where is he going?” “He’s been talking to some of the WereShifter Kings and the high councils. He is planning on visiting some of the hard-to-convince and more independent high councils within the Forbidden Mountains.”

He waved his hand and the maid left. "You see Clinton, with patience and strategy we will surely win. It would cause damage alright, but we will come out victorious." He said and left his throne to go see the King of Lukehall. Clinton bowed his head and gently walked behind the King. The king entered his grand parlor. There, the King of Lukehall was seated on one of the finely furnished couch. He was a short man with a potbelly. King Darien sneered a little. A maid was serving him and next to him was a woman. She had long brown locks and green eyes. She wore a red long silk gown that fitted her perfectly. She had a graceful smile on her face. "King Jacob, welcome to Valeria. I'm very honoure

With the death of the previous king, the kingdom was in need of a leader who could embody the principles of love, wisdom, and justice. Roberick, a nobleman deeply respected throughout the realm, emerged as the perfect candidate. He had demonstrated unwavering dedication to the welfare of the people, a profound sense of fairness, and an undeniable love for the kingdom and its citizens. His vision for Avondale was one of equity, where the principles of love, wisdom, and justice would guide his rule. In the grand square of the kingdom's capital, Roberick stood before the people, a figure of hope and promise. Dressed in regal attire, he was crowned as the new ruler. The air was filled with antic