The King’s Avatar Novels & Stories

I can't believe he's doing this," I whisper. "So my father told me that if I didn't step down as King, he'd have to take drastic measure to prove the kind of evil man he is in order to protect himself, so for my sake and the sake of my loved one, I will be stepping down as your king and handing over the crown to my younger brother Christopher." I turn and look at Archie, "Take him to me now." I get up from the couch, grab my purse and make a run for the door with Archie right behind me, we jump into the car and speed to the parliament.

"That alone?" She shook her head. "The king is impotent, and doesn't perform well during intimacy." Ophelia shut her ears, she wouldn't want to hear that again. How on earth can a mighty and scary Lycan King like him be impotent? She seemed not to believe it. "That means, the child will never belong to the king." She muttered and got seated again. Seconds elapsed and she lifted her face, "What's your name?" She asked the maid. "Ava…"

Aven tried to keep his voice low “But Father, King Atticus is… around 30 centuries old, that’s impossible. Nero sighed, gently face palming himself as King Atticus laughed for almost a minute “Oh! My oh my! I never would have fathomed that Queen Nessa’s son would be just as dull-witted.” Aven quickly bowed his head despite King Atticus’s insults. “No need to bow my boy though your father should pay his respect to the man who represents the gods,” Atticus had finally shown a serious demeanor. Aven became amused when his father dropped to his knees and bowed his head “Forgive me, O’ Mighty King of the Valley of Fools!”

His voice echoed in the hall loudly. (Kabul ke Maharana, Sultan Rafiq Sulaiman. Jesa ki humne aapse kaha tha ki Mahabaleshgarh ke Kal ko bachane ke badle hum aapki kuch bhi Hasrat poori kar paaye to badi khushi hogi. Kripya kuch maang ke Hume bojh tale halka kare) I looked at the tall, strongly built King wearing plain black Kurta with a black loincloth. His turban was fixed on his head proudly all in black.

"when you get back, we will organise a competition." "I don't want she-wolves competing over me," I said, the whole idea left me feeling dirty. I hated the idea of being forced to take a random stranger as a mate over my goddess chosen mate. The goddess made mates perfect for us in every way, so why should I settle. The King saw it differently. Since learning his mate couldn't have children he'd grown hard and resentful. Why the King of all people should have an infertile mate was a secret the goddess held onto tightly.

Avisa answers, “anyway we were just trying to tell you we are safe and happier this side.” The king takes a deep breath before he resumes, I know he is trying to not start another fight with Avisa thus the deep breath. “Okay, just be safe okay,” the king's resolute surprises me and Avisa at the same time, it is so different from the overprotective angry Kyrtos. “Father? Did you just….” Avisa says confused, I cannot help but chuckle, the king has never made Avisa this speechless. “don’t ask too many questions or I will change my mind.”

He didn't sound his normal self, his voice was like that of a defeated man, Madam Pudges thought. “Yes my king, I know who you are." She gave an answer to his question. “And who am I?" “You are my king, the king of Grenalia and the only true king and ruler of the human race. The savior of men from the hands of the crawl breasts that walks the earth in the form of wolves and the one who watches and protects his people just as a mother hawk watches over her youngs from up in the sky.." She replied, dishing out praises to him in the process to uplift his spirit.

King Avalor Hilda is such a pretty stubborn lady. Unfortunately, I can’t get her out of my mind. We have stood in here for over 20 minutes, not talking to each other. I wouldn’t want Lucas and whoever he called his Boss to meet us here. I am now more than ready to unmask whoever is working with Lucas to kill me. I am the Lycan King of my kingdom, and now more than ever, I will be taking revenge on all those who tried to kill me.

However, it was against protocol for a non royal to sit at the beautifully carved table. I looked around the ball room once again before coming to the conclusion that this was in fact a very boring event. What was the celebration in this? There was hardly any noise and everything seemed too planned to be fun. "The king of Alxae kingdom wishes to address the people now." Cal announced after clearing his throat and a hush fell over the ball room. "Now welcoming King Corey Adams descendant of Zion and wielder of water and air elements" The crowd screamed in appraisal jamming their hands together happily and proudly.

I continued to stay kneeling though, staying as still as I could, and hoping the floor would open up and swallow me whole. “Stand up child, let me have a good look at you.” The King’s voice rang out again, and goosebumps littered my arms. I slowly stood, and lifted my head to look at the King. King Ben Avon was not exactly what you would expect an evil king to look like. His short stature, rosy face, and plump belly actually made him look more like someone’s grandfather rather than the wicked beast that was depicted in our stories. He even had a bright smile on his face as he looked down at me. The only give away being a sharp glint just hidden behind his dark brown and blue eyes.