Avalon: The Book Novelas e Histórias

Avaline stood in that courtyard with her daughter on her hip and two grown Alphas trying to loom over her, and she did not so much as flinch. I found that I admired her for it. More than I had expected to. But admiration did not mean I intended to let the situation continue indefinitely. The dark-haired one, Dion, had already struck me as the more volatile of the two brothers. I had watched him throughout the banquet the previous night, the way his temper simmered just beneath a thin veneer of civility, the way his eyes tracked Avaline with a possessiveness that had nothing to do with affection and everything to do with entitlement. He was the kind of man who mistook control for love, and me

A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.

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.

Something denser, which made Aurora swallow hard and look away before he said a word. “You are in Avalon,” he began, his voice low. “And Avalon is not a world made to welcome. It is a world made to test.” He took a step forward. “Here, every breath of wind, every drop of water, every grain of sand, and every root of the earth carries instinct. Everything here is alive. And everything chooses who deserves to survive.” Aurora took a deep breath, her chest heaving. “Beauty exists... but it is not harmless. Nothing here is.”

She knew it was dangerous to return for all of them. “I know. It’s okay,”I told them. “Go back and heal her. Enter from the ravine. Make haste! I love you both,” I hugged Ingrid and she spirited Angelina away. I haven’t heard anything of them since that day. I went back to the cart and checked on you. A wounded man smashed a branch into my leg and I fell to the ground. He started trying to open my dress and insert himself but just then you did something unexpected.” Thinking better of telling her, Alexandre continued into the cabin door and went over to the hidden cupboard. Speaking the words the glow appeared and she reached into darkness and retrieved a leather bound book. “Raven, I want y

… The moment I returned to the castle, I moved with my head up high, towards Knight Lydia’s quarters. If I had improved, it would be wise to give it a shot. I knew the beast won’t let me die in her hands, with his guards around. I tore my piece of cloth, dropping my sword down at her with a determined look. Since I already read that book, what was I waiting for? “Ava…” “Coming here unsummoned as usual. The stubbornness in your veins.” she remarked, drinking from her tea. “Whatever it is, you better be quick.”

"Cassandra is the name of my mama," Alexandra spoke stunned."Oh, poor fellow," Althea clicked her tongue in pity.She, of course, was a clever one. She knew meeting Azazel alone would be dangerous for her.And now if this human girl can do something to finish off the devil...why not play from behind?Thinking of this, she couldn't help but grow a smirk on her evil face."What do you say?" asked Alexandra shaking the bad witch lightly."Uh-huh. What? Can't a person daydream in peace?" Althea asked annoyed."This not the right place to daydream, I guess," Alexandra twitched her lips unaware."Okay. What?" asked Althea and she answered, "All I am saying is to take this book with us.""I don't think so,

Never bow to the beast we call King, the one responsible for my coven's massacre, burned my family into ash and called it justice. Yet here I was, being offered as meat to the monster that ruled us all. The throne stood mighty, looking like something carved out of darkness itself, and on it, dressed in black and gold, sat the king. Lucien Valemont. The Lycan King. Even from a distance, his presence was overwhelming, cold, and intense. His face was unreadable, chiseled like it had been sculpted. But it was his eyes that took me off balance. They were hard green. Sharp as a knife.

She approached it cautiously, her heart pounding with anticipation. "This book... it feels important," she said, reaching out to touch it. The moment her fingers made contact with the cover, the symbols flared to life, casting a brilliant light throughout the room. Kai, Allan, Lila, and Seraphina gathered around Alex as she carefully opened the book. The pages were filled with intricate drawings and cryptic text, written in a language none of them recognized. As they studied the book, a sense of urgency washed over them, as if the knowledge contained within was both powerful and dangerous.

Lyra's POV A loud banging on my door jolted me awake. My heart began racing. I knew it meant another round of beatings and torture, that's all it ever meant. Dragging my exhausted body off the old mattress, I walked toward the door. Before i could open it, a voice yelled. "Seems you've forgotten where you are and what you're meant to do, you slave!" a voice yelled. My name is Lyra Avalon, the only surviving member of my family. My parents and brother died fighting a war for the wolves.