Avalon Legacy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Don’t deny it. I know you all to well Brent.” “How do you know my name?” “Let’s just say your popular amongst some of my friends.” Avalon snapped before she began to walk away. She stopped after a few steps and turned back to him. “Heed my advice, leave Rosalie the hell alone. That poor girl needs a man to love her not use her. And no I don’t care you grandparents killed dragons. I would believe that stupidity when I see a dragon.”

Beth continued, her fingers digging into my arm as if to anchor herself, “but we can’t let my brother’s sacrifice be in vain.” My jaw clenched, torn between reason and loyalty. Simon had given his life to protect us, to fight back against the witch’s terror. Leaving Suzan behind… it felt like spitting on his last act of bravery. “Damn it,” I muttered, rubbing a hand down my face. I looked at Beth again—she was barely standing, but she was willing to keep going for Suzan. I couldn’t abandon her now. “Alright,” I finally said. “We find Suzan. But if things go sideways, we run. Understood?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll wager my life on your success.” “Ava, joining Vale Media officially means the competition will be feral,” Walter warned. “Both Sloane Pierce and Holden have their own elite guards of models. You’ll be fighting for every scrap of territory.” “That is for me to manage. The Luna shouldn't worry about petty squabbles,” Zephaniah interrupted. Walter raised an eyebrow. “Can you fight off two veteran Alphas like them?” “Watch me.” “Good. I’ll prepare a grand Blood-Bond ceremony. I’ll give you the honor of announcing Ava’s arrival,” Walter said. He needed a fresh team to check the growing rebellion of Sloane and Holden. The war was officially beginning.

‘And besides that,” Tasha leaned in and sat beside her with a smile, “Your power is something very rare. I can tell from your eyes, Storm. You have very very rare powers, which I am sure no one has really explained to you. Yu staying here is the best option for you” “Oh…” Storm whispered when it all came clicking in, ‘So all these, the kindness, was just for my powers huh? You figured I would be a nice asset to your pack, right?” “No of course….” “And it is really convenient that I ended up mating with one of your brothers, right? So, I could not have a reason to refuse huh?” ‘One of my brothers?” Tasha frowned, “Oh, Sir Raven over there is not my brother. Not even related”

She says. Aeron shakes his head. Fuck. I didn’t even think of that. That Aeron and Cain being Alphas and me being their mate means that, that I’m destined to be Luna. That’s a hell of a lot of responsibility that I’d conveniently forgotten about. Cain gives me a small smile. “Layla, while I appreciate the sentiment of wishing to welcome our mate, there are other things we have to focus on.” Aeron says. “Like what?” Layla asks, jumping in front of him.

He looked Ava in the eyes. “The rightful heir… isn’t Darius.” Ava’s heart stopped. “It’s you.” “The curse was never on your mates.” “It was on you.” —DAWN OF WAR They rode fast. Storm clouds gathered as Ava’s army reached the canyon pass leading to Raven’s fortress—an obsidian structure pulsing with red light. Ava led the charge at the front. Her fire flared with every step. Her eyes glowed. She was no longer just a chosen alpha. She was fire incarnate.

"We gather tonight under the moon's benevolent gaze, in this sacred glade where our ancestors first howled their oaths. The Emberfall Woods have witnessed our triumphs and our sorrows, and now, they bear witness to a new dawn. Alya Dawn, daughter of the flame, step forward and embrace the mantle that destiny has woven for you." Alya took a single step closer, her boots sinking slightly into the soft earth, the lupines brushing against her calves like encouraging whispers. Her heart pounded in her chest, a rhythm echoed by the pulsing of her tattoo, which now glowed brighter, casting a soft silver halo around her collarbone. She met Soren's gaze steadily, her amber eyes unflinching. "Elder So

“Can I have it?” Not your child, Nyma reminded herself. Not that. But something like it. Something born of Ravengale blood. Something sharp and shining and destined to make the world sit up straighter. Nyma had grown up with those expectations stitched into her bones. The Alpha’s daughter. The Luna’s heir. The storm before the silence. Her brother could level battalions; she could stop a room with a stare. They had always been the children of legacy, the prophecy no one spoke aloud but everyone expected to unfold.

"Avery, you are overthinking the hunt. Did I not say I sought the Apex Suite, only to find it infested with Lawson's mate? I have seen your trade-halls in the Ridge, and I was curious if the Avalon branch carried the same bite." Avery tilted her chin up, a flicker of pride in her eyes. "You won't be disappointed. Avalon is a vast territory with deep roots and richer blood. Our culture is older, and our treasures are far more lethal." The Great Horn sounded below. The auction had begun.

They were waiting for the Warlord to send them to the slaughter. ​Protect them, Astra snarled in my mind, her maternal, Lycan instincts flaring violently. They are ours. ​"No," I rasped through the modulator, my voice cutting through the thunder of the rain. ​Alaric blinked, surprised. "General?" ​"The Vanguard is too raw to hold as an anvil against three hundred starving Ferals," I commanded, drawing my twin obsidian swords. The violet runes etched into the glass hummed to life. "Shadow Legion Phalanx! You are the anvil!