Avatar Sylwanin Novels & Stories

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

I thought for a split second and realized what Adam meant. I took a breath and closed my eyes, I clenched my fists then straightened my fingers, releasing all my emotions there, the energy that was inside me. Then I feel it. My weapon was already out of my fingers, just like what my Mother’s had. I opened my eyes and looked up, where I was sure the statue of Nos was up there. Right before my eyes. “I am Cyllina Ivybow, daughter of Deruna Ivybow, Dryad of the Elden Wood. My friends and I came here to bring the witch who will pay for her sins in this holy place. Let us in!!”

The ice wolves rushed to the wind wall, and Ayla commanded her element to fight against the ice wolves. The wind turned into a powerful tornado, sucking in all the ice wolves. ‘You finally found a way to keep those who want to enter your mind out,’ the Magic Teacher told her. ‘Keep working on it, and soon you will make your mind impenetrable.’ For the first time in a long time, Ayla felt proud of herself. ‘You have finally earned the right to know my name. I am Sylvar.’ Ayla looked into the Snow Elf’s blue eyes and smiled. “Nice to meet you, Sylvar!”

Sylvia’s left hand was on the blade and her right hand was on Delora’s left, holding it away from her throat when the guards entered the room – and gasped. Feri whispered to Emmett, "I thought she told us that she was Retribution. How could they both be standing there now?" Emmett shrugged. He didn’t know either, but there they were: Sylvia Tane, Lady of Chadwick Manor, fighting with the assassin Retribution. Who else had eyes of that blue, hair of raven black, wore a cloak to match her hair, and carried the magical blade known as Veritás? Sylvia slid her hand on the blade as she wrapped her left leg around that of her opponent. As Delora lost her balance Sylvia used her right hand to plunge

~ HYACINTH CLAUSEN ~ I parked the car in front of the Satan villa. I rolled down the window to take a good look at the villa and to make up my mind if I should stay here or turn back. My hand clenched around the steering wheels and I subconsciously started to bite my nails on the other hand. I could pretend to be strong but alone I was always like this, anxious, nervous, and scared of what others might think of me. When I was alone I always seek for the warmth of someone’s touch, not in a sexual way but in a way that could calm my monsters down. I always wanted someone who could say ‘There’s no need to bite on your nails Hyacinth, I’m here.

The lady’s nails were no longer normal,they were iron, long and gleaming, biting into my skin just enough to warn, not yet to bleed. Her voice dropped, low and poisonous. “Running away, little Omega?” Her face was inches from mine now, beautiful and terrifying. The faint shimmer of her skin caught the torchlight like a serpent’s scales. Her aura flared, wild and suffocating, seeping into the air that I breathed until I could barely breathe. Fear wrapped its hands around my chest. My wolf whimpered again. “Evelyn,”Sylvara whispered inside my head, "she's not human. Her power—”

She bowed her head low, looking nervous. I studied her, something was different. For someone who had been stabbed with a silver blade, she looked active, way too active. How was it possible that she could heal so easily? Werewolves did not heal that fast when it came to wolfsbane or silver. “Who are you?” I spat immediately upon recognizing that something was certainly different about her. She hesitated at first. “My name is Ava...” Her voice trailed off as she seemed to struggle with herself. “I don't give a damn about you, what are you?”

"Hey, there princess, thank you for helping me. Are you OK?" She nods her head, and tears roll down her sunken cheeks. "Are you here to save us?" "Yes, I am. I'm here to take you home." I stand up and yell out. "I'm here to take you all home." "Mister, what's your name?" She gave me a slight smile. Probably the first one she had given in a long time. "Silas Youngblood of the Amaris Pack." "What's your name?" "Nina Santos." "That's a pretty name." I went to pat her on the head, and she flinched. It breaks my heart. I pulled my hand back.

Even so, her face had been forever etched in his mind. “James.” The woman smiled at him. Her smile was both enchanting and alluring, and James was hopelessly in love. However, after a brief moment, he noticed that something was amiss. “You’re not Thea. You’re Yukia Dearnaley.” James stared at the person who looked identical to Thea. The woman nodded slightly and said, “That’s right, I’m Yukia. At the same time, I’m also Thea. Whether it be the Thea from the Twelfth Universe or the Thea from Sol on Earth, they are my avatars.”

The cold wind cuts through the trees as I run—faster than I’ve ever run before. My paws dig into the forest floor, claws slicing through roots and debris. The scent of blood, fire, and fear is thick, clinging to every breath like ash. We are no longer hiding. No longer running. We are meeting death at the threshold and daring it to blink first. I am Silvara, born of divinity, forged in the underworld, and chosen by the Moon herself. I am not just Anika’s wolf—I am her wrath, her strength, her divine right.