The Kings Avatar Novels & Stories

What was that about? I took a deep breath and began gathering my thoughts. "Then, ask me anything you want, Your Majesty." The king's expression softened, and he leaned forward slightly, making the conversation feel more personal. "I have been thinking ever since last night. Your blue eyes, your pale skin, and golden locks... All of those features seemed too uncommon for the people in my kingdom. You can barely see anyone even with lighter hair. And almost everyone's eye colors are dark. But yours... Perhaps... Do you hail from another kingdom? Are you a spy planted here to give away my kingdom's weakness?" King Lucian smirked knowingly, hoping to get the response he wanted from me.

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

I paused, pushing away from his chest and staring into his eyes, “Why do you call me that?” He bent down, leaning against the tree and sitting down and pulling me with him. “In this Kingdom, they call you Queen.” He paused, “But no one treats you like a Queen. They don’t deserve you and you’re not some Queen.” He caressed my cheek, wiping away the tears, “You are a goddess. You’re meant to be worshipped, not abused. You’re supposed to be the greatest of them all. This Kingdom is too small for you. You’re meant to rule over everything.”

Her dragon form rippled, compressed, and in a flash of light, the Queen stood before them in ceremonial white and red, smiling sweetly. “You must be Avin’s team,” she said, voice warm. Kael looked two seconds from fainting. A deeper shadow passed overhead. King Trace landed beside her in obsidian and blue scales massive, regal, silent. He did not shift. He merely lowered his head and inspected the team with eyes like molten amber. “Relax,” Avi murmured to her squad. “He’s judging, not hunting.” “That’s not comforting,” Joren rasped. Behind the kings and queens, smaller dragons touched down Kyle, the queen’s sentinel in bright sapphire, little Connor tumbling across the grass in baby-dragon f

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

The Alpha's voice thundered though it sounded a little familiar and I raised an eyebrow stretching my neck to get a good view of who was seated on the throne. “We're all warriors and I'm representing Alpha Kavinsky here. Don't you think it's best if we talk about this like men?” Alaric negotiated and I could feel the saliva dry off from my lips at each passing moment. “Is that so?” The King swerved slowly in the chair till he was facing us and both I and Alaric's eyes widened. It was that guy we had met earlier in the woods. What in the name—

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.

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.

"The Kings look... healthy. Too healthy." I leaned back in my chair, sipping a scotch that Miller had personally vetted for poison. Beside me, Ava was a vision of icy composure. She was playing the role of the devoted fiancée to the "broken" King, but her eyes were scanning the room with the precision of a sniper. "Ava!" Justice didn't care about the optics. He didn't care that his father, Daniel, was currently burning a hole in the back of my head with his stare. He threw his arms around Ava, burying his face in her shoulder.

The Gathering of Kings The answer came the next morning. Unfortunately. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Thomas woke up. Opened the cabin door. And found three kings waiting outside. Immediately. Then: "No." The door closed. Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then Ava's voice came from inside. Then: "What happened?" Then: "Politics." Silence. Then: "Oh." Pause. Then: "My condolences." God. No. Fair.