Avalon: The Book Novels & Stories

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

“Ancient book. Leather bound. Old as fuck. Smells like blood and ink and… royalty.” My stomach dropped. “The awakening book.” Alerion turned slow. “The what?” I swallowed. “Dad left it here. Said it was the full guide to wake up royal bloodline powers. Not the watered-down version the Council has. The real shit. Rituals, warnings, everything.” Zane whistled low. “So they just stole the cheat code.” Lysander punched the wall. Plaster cracked. “I’m gonna rip their fucking throats out.”

“It is not a question of if. It is a question of who.” The realization struck Rael with the force of a storm. The book had burned against his hands. The words had reshaped for him. The Hollow Crown had seen him. And it had chosen. A terrible understanding settled over him. His fingers curled around the book, knuckles white. “No,” he whispered. “It can’t be me.” The shadows trembled. The Crown pulsed again, its glow intensifying. Vame’s voice was quieter this time, almost mournful. “It already is.”

The cherry finish caught the light in such a way that it highlighted the etched designs. I flipped the lid open to see the primary focus of the gift. The book’s rose-colored cover was embossed with silver designs. Its title ‘A Warrior’s Heart: Avalynn’s Fight for Justice’ stood out. A sword covered in flames pierced through the title. It looked really fucking cool. Ava had developed a love of reading, not that any of us were surprised about it. She certainly took after her mother in that regard. Our daughter could go through books faster than anyone that I personally knew, which was saying something.

A gasp of shock escaped me as the flames retracted and I could have a better look at the Bloody General. ** You can read Alev's book (The Golden Dragon's Surrogate) for f.ree on Kindl.e unlimited. For more information, join my group: T. R. Durant's Realm of Light and Fire

"Don't say that we all know that you need to do something to survive in that school. There is no place for losers in Avalon High, so stop acting like a kid. Grow up, get to your senses you need my help to survive in the school." How could Ronan be so shameless and still continue rambling his nonsense? Alizah has started regretting coming to this place with him. she just wanted to run away from him as soon as possible, he was such an emotional trauma to her. "No Ronan, you are not the reason that would help me to survive in the school instead you are the reason who made that place a hell for me and the next two years are gonna be absolutely disgusting for me just because of you."

Ava The morning sun streamed into the mansion with a deceptive softness, brushing the marble floors with streaks of gold. The air was still, carrying only faint traces of lavender and polished wood. But beneath the calm, there was tension an invisible current that hummed in the corridors and whispered in the corners of every room. Today, I sensed, would challenge not only my judgment and strategy but also my heart. Because in Adrian Vale’s world, ambition, loyalty, and desire were often entangled, and the boundaries between personal and professional alliances were dangerously thin.

Oblivion took hold of me, and a chamber of ice encased my swollen heart. ** The story continues in Book 2: The Bloodstone Vampire. Out December 1st 2020. Thank you for reading SRWW – I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have!**

He changed the subject. I squinted my eyes but didn’t say anything. He plucked the book out of my hand and adjusted his glasses. It reminded me of Andrew. “Danger clung to him like smoke, yet there was something devastatingly irresistible about the man who hunted monsters for a living,” Alaric read aloud. “Jesus! Vaelora!” He lowered the book and looked at me over his glasses. “Did you write this for a school project or you’ve suddenly picked an interest in fantasy writing?”

Of setting innocent lives against one another all because two men in suits have a difference of opinion. But this book is interesting. It’s about the original angel war. A warm breeze flows through the room. Tugging my hair and tumbling the pages. The wind curls around me when it lands on a page of a warrior. And angel above the rest. An angel that resembles my mother. Although his is much more built and has a stone cold expression on his face, the features are so similar to hers. ‘Train. Fight. Battle. Win.’ The wind whispers into my ear like a lovers breath fanning my cheek. ‘He dragged you into this. Drag him out of it.’