Ava Stories Novels & Stories

I trained my body for years, cultivated my mind, and above all, hardened my heart not to feel any compassion for Alexander Will Bennett. My name is Ava Smith, I'm twenty-four years old, and I hold a degree in economics. I speak five languages: French, English, Spanish, German, and Italian. Tall, with red hair, blue eyes, and freckles on my face, I possess striking beauty. I am powerful, dangerous, and can have any man I desire eating out of my hand.

But this version of her — the machine-born echo — spoke to the world like a prophet. “The old bloodlines have failed. The world must be reborn under one crown.” That was all she said before the feed cut out. Now, every syndicate, cartel, and militia whispered the same question — Which queen is real? “Cassian’s report says she’s building an army out of the Vatican ruins,” Luca finally said. His voice was low, hoarse. “They call themselves the Ash Legion.” Amara didn’t turn. “How poetic.” “She’s using your name, Amara.”

AVA’S POV. I was washing my hands in the washroom when I heard a strange noise. I turned around, but there was no one else in the washroom, so I shook it off and made my way out of the bathroom. Just as I was coming out of the bathroom, I was attacked by a group of people. I couldn’t see their faces because I was instantly covered with a black bag. I struggled to get out of their embrace, but they were three times stronger than me and seemed to be larger. I struggled to fight with them, but when they placed me on their shoulders, the next thing I knew, I was in a moving car and being taken somewhere. Throughout the ride, my eyes were blindfolded, and I could not see a single thing. The men i

Shrushaw looked down at her hand then back at him. "Yes, we must protect her. There is no other way." The people in the room nodded, while Markesh pondered over the revelation. ************* In Vatsaya - Toshani was sitting at the window of her bedroom, reading a book that she found on one of the shelves in Rudra's study. It was about the history of Vatsaya empire. How it started with a bunch of marauders who established a small village, pillaging and capturing neighboring cities and villages. She wondered this lust for power, was it in their blood? She looked out the window, pondering would Rudra also turn into an ambitious monster just like his father.

"Anyways, the war went on for hundreds of years, the killing and bloodshed was constant but eventually the war was ended by the King of Avingora." Katherine knew that there was no kingdom called Avingora, at least not in her time period. "Who's the King of Avingora?" "My cousin," Katherine turned her head to look at Lady Nicole who had spoken. Her face scrunched up in confusion but before Katherine could say anything, Nicole continued speaking. "Lucian Williams." Katherine was shocked, to say the least, "What happened to Avingora?" "The Kingdom was burnt to the ground during the final battle," said Lady Elizabeth.

“I told you.” He shifted again, wincing slightly this time. “You’re playing a dangerous game.” “So are you,” Ava replied. “The difference is, I know what it feels like to be disposable. I won’t make that mistake twice.” He watched her like she was a puzzle he hadn’t decided whether to solve or destroy. “Say I agree to hear you out,” he said finally. “Say I give you one conversation. One.” “That’s all I need.” “And after that?”