Avalon Legacy Novels & Stories

Just the man I saved—and the man who was currently breaking my heart. ​"What are you doing here, Mr. Cromwell?" I asked, my voice trembling. "The 'Legacy' is inside." ​"The Legacy is a lie," he said, taking a step into the moonlight. "And you shouldn't be talking to Velez. He’s a vulture, Hannah. He doesn't want your talent. He wants to take the only thing I have left that's real." ​He didn't call me 'Martin.' He didn't mention the footage. He just stood there, the distance between us filled with the things he was too proud to say.

Riana’s pulse quickened. Powerful, was the word that resonated with the legends of the Blood King. The ancient vampire, a figure of immense power who was said to have ruled the Crimson Zone with an iron fist, his thirst for blood insatiable, his cruelty legendary. He was a tyrant, a monster, a god in his own right. And now, his presence was being felt again, his power resurfacing, his vengeance awakening.

The man who had been her shadow, her protector, and her husband had vanished into the white. “Welcome to the Sector Prime,” the Sentinel’s voice resonated, but it no longer sounded like a machine. It sounded like her own voice, layered a thousand times. “To heal the Blood, the Heart must be weighed. The Miller Legacy is built on the sacrifice of others. To break the cycle, you must choose what you are willing to lose.” The white void shimmered. Suddenly, Ava was standing in a replica of the Miller Boardroom. But it wasn't empty.

Yet what terrified me even more was the fact that his eyes appeared to be glowing with that unnatural golden too as in the fraction of a second he was right next to us too, effortlessly snatching me away from Satan's arms as he animalistically growled too. "I will protect Luna," I shivered and stared up at him with confusion, failing to understand the meaning behind his words as he pulled me closer to him, right before I heard Satan reply, "Even from your Alpha?" My gaze cluelessly shifted between them, casually noticing David's eyes returning to normal as he now spoke with an even voice, "Yes. Even from my Alpha. And you are not my Alpha yet," "But my wolf already recognizes her as his quee

He took off his sunglasses, revealing doomsday red eyes that were far more dangerous than the sea of ​​vampires in front of him. "You're wrong about one thing, Walking Corpse," Alexander said coldly, his voice traveling through the vampires' bones. "I'm not a guard dog. I'm my wife's executor." But what shocked the pale-faced nobles even more was what happened afterward. The sky above Avalon, which was claimed to have never been accessible to human technology due to the vampires' weather-warping magic, suddenly split open. The Vanguard's eight Stealth Blackhawk helicopter gunships maneuvered above them in absolute calm.

No matter how long, someday he was going to talk or confide in someone who may later spill the beans. In every battle, casualties were inevitable as sanctioned by the Geneva Convention. There were always holy and unholy troops that gave directions to the winning platoon. Solo was on the left side of the equilibrium. His presence in Subi’s life was more redemptive than it was corporative. Consequently, the young beauty accepted the consequences of her wrongdoing and promised to brave it through to the end. She planned it well and exactly as she expected, results became visible five days later.

Everyone knew why the Lycan King had really come – to inspect potential marriage alliances, to strengthen political ties. "As a gesture of our commitment to this alliance," Alpha Monroe continued, "I would like to offer them a gift. A servant who will attend to their needs and serve as a liaison between our packs." I felt the moment every eye in the room turned to Solaya. She straightened in her seat, her smile widening with victorious satisfaction. This was it. This was the moment she had been working toward. "I offer them Avaline," Alpha Monroe said clearly. "A loyal servant who has expressed her desire to serve them in whatever capacity they require."

She turned to the cages behind her. Inside: creatures that had once been men. And with a word, she set them loose. ~~~ The valley thundered with the sound of war drums. Alya stood atop a ridge as dawn broke across the shattered hills, the banner of the Hollow snapping in the wind beside her. Below, five legions—once scattered, once forgotten—stood in formation. Cloaks of ash. Armor marked with the sigils of houses long thought extinct. Seris had not lied. They were waiting for her.

"My lord..." "The Blood Seal has been broken." And the hooded figure lifted their head. "So..." Their voice carried quiet satisfaction. "The heir has opened the First Legacy." They smiled under the shadows. "Then there is no more time." They placed one gloved finger upon the Northern Kingdom. "Send word to every ally." "The game our ancestors began...finally enters its next move.

"And having that information kept from you by people you trusted must make it worse." The validation felt good after days of confusion and doubt. "Alexander knew for weeks and didn't tell me. Took my DNA without permission to confirm it." "That's unconscionable. You deserved honesty not manipulation." Victor sipped his wine. "Which is why I wanted to talk. You need allies who respect your autonomy." We talked through appetizers about inheritance complications and family pressure and Victor listened attentively without judgment. He shared stories about his own father's difficult legacy and the expectations that came with the Walter name.