Avalon: The Book Novels & Stories

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

St. Valen’s Academy didn’t rise out of the fog so much as lurk in it. Stone towers pushed through the gray, their spires clawing at a sky the color of bruised metal. Ivy clung to the walls like veins too stubborn to stop feeding a dead thing. The air tasted of wet stone, iron, and the faint stale sweetness of incense that had seeped into centuries of wood and bone. Althea Sombra stepped out of the town car as if she were stepping onstage.

POV: Neah I see Iron Valley burning from a mile away. Black smoke rising into the dawn sky. Fires consuming the west wing. The home I chose. The pack that became my family. Burning. Through the bond, I feel Liam's rage. Kain howling for blood. Demanding we move faster. But I'm already running. The convoy screeches to a halt at the territory border. Alphas pouring from vehicles. Warriors mobilizing. Preparing for coordinated assault.

"Eli! I curse you to die a wretched death, with no body left to bury!" So his curse really did come true. I shut my eyes, too drained to feel anything but a hollow calm. And then, something wrenched me upward. The world blurred past, wind screaming in my ears. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the place I both knew and dreaded: home. It was December 29th. The manor was strung with gold tinsel and paper snowflakes—every corner bright with seasonal cheer. But I felt no warmth. The festive colors only burned my eyes, sharp and unsettling.

They had electricity to light their homes, but beyond that, they lived a more secluded and simple life than most tribes. Avalon was made up of mostly Lycan elders, some of the last of their kind. They would hunt for the food and share it amongst the people. Once a month, they would be brought supplies by the only neighboring village. Avalon was a sanctuary of sorts, not just for Lycans, but for older shifters, who were more like priests, or had special abilities, is one way of describing them.

Thank you for reading Lorenzo's story. I hope that you have enjoyed it. Please note, from this point forward, it is Dario's story. Similar trigger warnings are still in place for this book. As well as, the following. Focus on mentally unstable man. Talk of child abuse. Miscarriage scene. There is also graphic torture detail, and some scenes of BDSM within it. This book features someone who has a lot of mental health issues caused by his childhood. This is the final story within the series. It is shorter than the others as 90% of their relationship is within the past, and not seen as a commitment.

Damon, rubbing his cheek, smiled, "You don't have to hit me, you know. Do you think you can handle it here?" "I guess it worked, you seemed like you needed it." Ava assured him, "Yes, with this book." Her gaze lowered to the book in her hands, and she explained, "It's a 'Book of Names." Damon asked. "How did you find it? I thought I kept it in my pocket." Ava realized, "It's yours?" He nodded, and he smiled, "That means you can open it, right? Because I've been trying to get this thing to open but it wouldn't." She asked eagerly

"Aveline, listen to me. This is the book that your ancestors wrote on how to discover and use your powers. I need you to study this. We need you to be in your right state of mind and get this done before the vampires match to the pack." Aveline blinked slowly for two seconds before her rhythm stabilized and her gaze finally shifted to the book. She was going through a lot in her mind and her head but there was no time to attend to that. The safety of the pack and its members depended on her majorly and she needed to get her head into the game. The book flung open with one swing from her and her eyes suddenly closed, her head lifted a bit and she hummed slightly like she was in a trance or ex

Chapter: 27 ****** Their steps were measured and deliberate as Azrael led Offilies through the aisles of books. The library was vast and quiet, the only sound accompanying their conversation was the soft rustle of pages and the occasional fluttering of wings from passing Ceruleanians. As Azrael confessed his forbidden affairs with the Devil, Offilies listened intently, his cerulean eyes widening with each revelation. His usually composed demeanor was replaced by a myriad of emotions—shock, concern, and an underlying fear for his beloved Prince's well-being.

If that's the norm, I won't care if I'm included or not. I just went to the library to read a book about Eleftheria. Maybe there is information there about the volcano. I will just pour out my anger and annoyance there. I am being immature and I don't understand myself either. The Palace library is spacious. Even if I spend a year reading it I won't finish all the books. Fortunately, it's easy to find what you need to read here because there are names. I went to the row where there were books about different parts of Valeria. I saw there a book about Samona, Caracass, Avalone, and Valencia. There was also a book about monsters in the Valeria forest and Eleftheria caught my eye.