Ava Skye Novels & Stories

“I gave it to my brother, he would be able to handle it.” Seb nodded in understanding and said nothing more. “Where's Scar?” “Upstairs, in her bedroom. She is mad at me again.” Seb sulked and Skye raised a brow this time. “Again? What did you do?” “Well, she asked me to take her somewhere which I would never let her go.” Skye blinked in confusion, “Where’s that? “To see a Volcano eruption.” “The fuck?!” Skye bursted out laughing as he heard that. He laughed so hard that Seb glared at him.

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

--- Fleur - Flower --- “Fleur Jean.” And the day stops just like that with Sal running off and Cerise shouting for her to come back as she heads off to their destination. Sadly enough, in the eyes of the swans, it’s a crazy woman shouting at nothing, and in the eyes of the aurums, it’s a master angered at its escaping hybrid.

Iya Agba’s voice resounds within his head as she hovers above. Following her movements through the sky with his eyes is surprisingly easy feat, and I can even see the smallest details from where I stand. I can’t place her type of bird, but it is way smaller than the hawks that attacked me, with streaks of white on the black feathers and body. “Let’s get away from here now,” Iya Agba calls again. Am I a witch too? Or a wizard? Is that why the hawks were after me? “Quit dreaming, we really have to go!”

Zale, Zeph, Vermont. I stared into space, didn't know how many minutes have passed, but the rain had stopped. Oh, thank goodness. I went out of the house and again the string from the book has shown and act as a guide once more. Since I got 'enough' sleep — I guess — I started heading out west. Just where is this leading me? Since I am bored and don't like to walk, I used a little of my power to create wings and just soared in the sky. I flew slowly because even though the sword is light, it still adds weight to my baggage.

I’m not pretty, and let’s face it; Pa will never allow me to talk to him. As we stopped at the end of our driveway, Shelbie looked at my backpack and sighed. “You don’t have much homework, do you Mar?” I glanced at my B.F.F., and wished I was more like her, a little shorter, around five feet five inches, skinny, but not too skinny, long brown hair with blond highlights, with pale blue eyes that men love. “I wish. I have a feeling it’s going to be a very long weekend.”

Miss Penny gestured to Skye and asked her to introduce herself. "My name is Skye, Skye Milano. I am a 17 year old Taurus and witch. I love dancing and baking." At the end of her introduction, Skye was ushered to a seat behind Olive and Jessie. Olive, on the other hand, was ordered to show the new girl around the school. The minute Skye sat down, Jessie felt a cold chill run down her spine. She felt like she was a rabbit being watched by a predator that could gobble her up at any moment.

Now he was offering to bring me along, and it was for another woman's solo flight. "Fine," I said. The dinner was at a steakhouse near the airport. By the time we arrived, the private room was already full. Skyler sat at the head of the table in a light blue dress, the wings pin I'd seen in the flight bag fastened to her chest. Under the lights, its metal edges gleamed. "Ethan!" She stood and came over with a smile. "You actually brought Nora." She turned to me, her tone warm and without a trace of hostility.

“Who… are you?” Skylar smoothed the woman’s matted hair, offering a small, beautiful smile—one that carried both promise and deadly certainty. “I am Skylar Vance. You can call me Skye. I am here to rescue you. We are leaving, together.” We are leaving, together. It was the same promise Clara had made to her all those years ago. Spoken now by Skylar, it resonated with a mature, unflinching resolution.

I groaned as my men were rounded up by the shadow pack. Ava's POV I woke up with a little pain in my stomach. I walked down to the kitchen to take an aspirin. After that, I noticed Skye was not in the house or anywhere around it. I sighted Robin. "Where's Skye?" I asked him. "He stepped out just a bit." He said. I nodded and walked to the living room. Hours passed and Skye was not yet home. I had a feeling something was wrong and I began to panic. I walked outside the pack house and saw Robin pacing about.