Novel & Cerita Avalon Of Disaster Novel

It was infinitely more. Every barrier between them—employer and employee, billionaire and bodyguard, control and chaos—evaporated in the heat. This was just Anton and Sabe, two shattered men clinging to each other as the world they knew dissolved around them. It was an anchor. It was a rebellion. It was home. The elevator doors, fully open now, revealed an empty, opulent private foyer. A floor-to-ceiling window showed the apocalyptic storm. No guards rushed in. The world held its breath.

She looked stunning and Alaric stood beside her like a shadow that had learned how to smile. And when he leaned down to murmur something only she could hear.. and she flushed, just slightly.. I realized something with cold clarity. This wasn’t a game anymore. This wasn’t a marriage of convenience. This was a storm. And Annalise… Annalise was standing right at its center. “Watch your back.. That should have been me” I muttered to myself as I took another sip of my wine while watching the little mute bride.

“At least not in temperament.” “I believe there is no one, save Satan himself, who equals Malcolm in temperament,” Ebenezer said sorrowfully. “What do ye remember?” “Those bastards fed on me in short, repetitious intervals to prolong my death while they tried to get me to give Kira to them,” Edwin said bitterly. “Someone rescued me. I remember his strong arms and his musky scent. It was a pleasant scent, but a distinctive one. “His name is Claus and he is the leader of a family of good vampires who are at war with Malcom’s evil pack,” Ebenezer explained.

Blood dripped onto the leaves behind me. I had already lost several men. The rest were scattered. Running for their lives. Celdor. That fool actually dared to ambush me on my way home. I snarled as I leapt over a fallen log. How did he even know my route? I had no report or warning of this. Which meant only one thing. One of my allies had grown careless. Or traitorous. I turned sharply toward a valley. My breathing grew heavier. I had already sent word to Almond.

Just as the guards reached for her, the mountain sky bled a deep, ominous red. BOOM! A thunderous explosion rocked the hall. Avery felt the heat of the blast wash over her skin. The crowd surged in a panic, their cries for mercy lost in the roar of the flames. The banquet hall, once a symbol of luxury, was now a portrait of the hell it had always been beneath the surface. Avery felt a spark of triumph. She had been waiting for the fire. The guards were momentarily blinded by the smoke. Seizing the window, Avery slipped away, disappearing into the haze. She sprinted until her lungs burned and her skin was slick with sweat.

“I looked up to you!” Alden laughed maniacally as he rose, body mutating. “And now I’ll become a god.” The battle inside the bunker was vicious and personal. Kael ripped through waves of infected. Damien dueled Alden directly, their movements a deadly dance of vampire speed versus corrupted magic. Serena, despite the poison, created a protective circle around them while burning away the attacking horde. In the end, Kael delivered the killing blow — leaping onto Alden and tearing his throat out with powerful jaws.

An ancient creature that rose with fury, leaving its pursuers behind, down below, with the world collapsing at their feet. Aurora screamed. Thales just said, without looking at her: “Welcome to Avalon.”

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

One thousand five hundred years ago, before the Fires of Alira, the great dragon kingdom of Highmire lived in unrest. The king, Sindre, was lost on what should be done. His most trusted advisors and close friends, Sixten and Lochness, found themselves in disagreement. Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another.

If looks could kill, I would be six feet under. Tania slammed the dressing room’s door, in anger. The moment she was out, Knight Lydia turned to face me fully. “Number 100,” She called out. “Somehow, I didn’t notice you around here.” she remarked. “What is your name, dear?“ “Ava…Ava Goodchild,” I replied affirmly. “And, what district are you from?” “Demon Scavengers,” I answered. “Hmm…interesting. Another one from a brutal village, you must be quite intelligent and manipulative, for gaining the attention of the beast tonight,”