Avalon Legacy Mga Nobela at Kwento

“My queen, is your second in command not joining us?” One of the nobles who gave his name as Anlow said, he was one of the leader of this settlement whose name I had learnt was Magelyn. Apparently that name has been one of the many things which its origin has been lost. I smiled as my heart gave a twinge at the hurt which Sorens must have been feeling but there was nothing I could do about it. It was better I did it this way than I keep on hurting him.

"You are gonna regret this tomorrow." Ethan smirked, though there was no humor in it. "I regret a lot of things, Daniel and trust me, this isn’t one of them." He yanked his arm free and downed the whiskey in one burning gulp. The alcohol did nothing to dull the ache in his chest. He had always had a high tolerance for alcohol—Lexi used to tease him about it, back when they would sneak bottles of wine onto the rooftop of her mother’s estate and drink under the stars like the true lovers they were.

“My father may have made mistakes, but I won’t repeat them. This ends now.” The woman’s expression darkened. “You think you’ve won? You think tearing apart my network will make you safe? There will always be someone waiting to take my place, Elena. You’re not saving anyone—you’re just delaying the inevitable.” Adrian’s voice cut through the tension. “Enough of your games. You’re cornered. It’s over.” The woman turned her gaze to him, a flicker of amusement in her eyes. “Ah, the loyal knight. Tell me, does she even realize how much she’s sacrificed for this ‘legacy’? How much she’s lost?”

I had to escape when they would least expect it. I owed my allegiance to the Silvercrest pack, I was there Alpha but if I don't escape now, things would remain the same and I can't fight the Whitefang Pack alone by getting mated with their Alpha, neither do I have the resources or knowledge to know the capabilities of my enemy. ******************* She knocks softly on her daughters door, hearing no response she still proceeds to enter. Her beautiful, enchanting and fearless daughter sprawling on the bed. Her face drawn with lines of her uncleaned tears...

“There are two Alpha’s ruling the pack Lyra. Thus, the pack is divided into two factions, Jaspers faction and Callum’s faction. Both are at rivalry. The peace and rest of our pack rests on your shoulders Lyra. You are to select the right Alpha. And I suggest you do that rightly and quickly, or you would be putting the pack in jeopardy under a wrong leadership.” How did it happen? Two Alphas? She has to pick? What happened to the moon goddess giving to each and everyone a mate? How did her leaving for the phrontistery at the Crescent Pack turn her into being the “Merlin” of her Camelot; Moonstone pack? The questions kept running through her head. Just then, a soft knock rang through the silen

If the heart of Wysteria, it is at the border of each kingdom, in the middle. Avalon. The town closest to Wysteria's heart. "At which hour invasion starts from the heart," I said. "Avalone was attacked today." It makes sense! "The creatures of the dark cometh fourth." It refers to the monsters that attacked Avalone! But I don't know what 'the daylight shall bleedeth' means. The moon shall caterwauling'. Bleeding in the morning? And what does caterwauling even mean? I only understand one thing, these are signs of the end of immortality! This is not a prophecy, this is an augury!

The only thing I knew for sure was that we were supposed to be special in some way. “Avalyn is an Alpha‘s daughter. She would be a suitable match.” Logan was arguing with his Alpha for me, and I didn‘t want him to. If he wasn‘t careful, Alpha Grey would lose his temper, and he could be punished for the things he was saying, for trying to assert that Alpha Grey was wrong.

The number of legacies in the realms was variable, and there was no way of determining the real amount, but usually, the realms with different areas had at least one legacy in each one, so remaining within the same zone increased the probabilities of finding one. That hall where they arrived with that many small rooms seemed a commonplace for finding some legacy. "We should look carefully. There is a high chance of a legacy being within the small rooms, but you should be careful. There could be traps inside. We will follow the basic rules. If the legacy is something material, the one who discovered it can get it. If there's more than one item, we will split among all of us the others after t

I replied as Orel jerked in surprise. “They have twice as much as we do Themis, surely you cannot be right.” “Oh I am right, we have something that they don’t.” I winked at him. “And what is that?” Orel asked me with skeptism written all over his tone. “The most powerful legion of the last magic kingdom that survived the fall of that era and their queen.” I replied as Orel looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face before nodding. “Okay, let’s end this war.” Orel made to stand but I covered his hand with mine.

‎ ‎That slave would become my mother. ‎It was the oldest cliché in our world: the Alpha Heir falling for the servant. My father, Loine, didn't care about bloodlines or politics; he only cared about her. But his father would not let his legacy be "stained" by the blood of a defeated enemy. He banished my mother to the wild as a Rogue and forced my father to marry a woman he didn't love, Angel, a Beta’s daughter who would later on bring upon herself her own demise. ‎