Avatar Sylwanin Novelas e Histórias

" She said with a smile. "Who are you?" I forced myself to sound calm even though I was raging inside. "My name is Sulin, I am a Wolfshadan, barnish during the time of Alpha Dante. I have remained in exile ever since." She stood up like the meeting was over. "I know what you seek, come with me." It was not a request, she didn't wait to see if I'd follow, she just went her way.

“What do you mean she was an outlander, Father? Where else would she have come from?” “Sylvia wasn’t originally from Ozora,” he explained calmly. “She was… she was from Eanica. And she was human.” I stood there in shock, my lips parting in disbelief as I stared back at him. "A human?" I repeated back in surprise, my stomach dropping. “Sylvia was from a country called Tiryn,” he continued. “A land of magic. She wasn’t just a human. She was a wizard. A magic user. That’s why King Theodore eventually stopped the search for her and burned down everything related to her.

I’m not sure what scares me more: the idea that I might become that figure, or that I might not. Sylvara promised training at dawn, so I pull myself from the vine-woven bed, my bare feet sinking into the cool stone floor. The sanctuary’s walls pulse with runes, their soft light guiding me through winding halls to an open courtyard where the forest canopy parts to reveal a sky streaked with pink and gold. Sylvara stands at the center, her jade-green skin shimmering as she tends to a sapling that seems to grow under her touch, its leaves unfurling like tiny hands reaching for the sun.

"... The power I use to... Be your wonderful brother's best friend?" " Eeeeeh? I thought your mother forbade you to lie?" "Stop worrying, I'm not going to eat you. In fact, I'm glad Hope has a friend like you, I feel like he's going to learn a lot. So if I'm not mistaken, you are Anesi the avatar aren't you?" I was a little worried about this woman, strong enough to crush me with a toe, but I also understood that there was no way out. She was an S-rank Avatar, with various attributes, I knew very well that trying to run away was useless.

“This is Rowyn Vale, Mom. Descendant of Vaelryn. The Godkiller Heir. She has thirteen magics. And she’s our center.” Her face went pale. She gasped, covering her mouth. “And the Obsidian Accord tried to take her,” Zeph added, his voice tight. I lifted a hand. “Hi. So… is it okay if I collapse now?” The woman composed herself in one graceful breath, then looked me over like she was already planning to go to war on my behalf. “I’m Liora Sylvaran,” she said, lifting her chin. “And fuck the Accord. I’d love to see those pompous bastards try to take you from here.”

Shailyn pointed her chin to the dark vibe girl. The girl stepped forehead, Ivan noticed her darker orbs. "I am Ravana, daughter of hell" she smirked. "I was with your pretty apprentice when you summon her, I had to come along. Maybe it would be fun" she winked at the male, running her tongue over her lips seductively. "We need to get us out from here," Shailyn said, feeling her eyes shutting on their own but restraining herself from falling asleep, especially when her mate was just holding her right.

“It’s petty, but this person could be of use to us. Have you heard the story of the White Wolf?” “No.” Hemlock groaned and shook his head at me. I felt like I shouldn’t have said anything while he looked at me like I was stupid. “The White Wolf is a bitch called Sylvia, who looks like a dog; just like you. Her fur is pure white, so you can’t miss her, but she is very fast. We tried to capture her in the past a few years back with another Soul Stealer, but she found out our plan and ripped his head off. She has two children, Ringo and Orlando; you can try to get to her through them if you can. Her brother, Xaivier, is always around; killing him first before making a move would be wise.”

She was gripping a silver blade so tightly her knuckles were white, the metal gleaming dangerously in the light. Without a moment of hesitation, Sylvara launched herself off the roof, cutting through the night air like a hawk. She landed with a heavy thud directly in front of Zayla, but Zayla didn’t even flinch. As Sylvara looked closer, she realized Zayla’s eyes were completely black, no iris, no white, just a terrifying void.

she asked, voice tight with suspicion. Vad tilted his head, the playful glint in his eyes dimming slightly. “This is your last chance to hang back,” he said bluntly. “The seer Eamon keeps? She’s no joke. An alchemist, a master of her craft. There will be traps, Sylvia. I may not like you, but I don’t want to see you dead either. Think about your cubs. Finneas was wise to stay away.” Sylvia’s jaw tightened, her fists clenching at her sides. “My life is not your concern, Vad,” she snapped. “I’ve made my peace. If I die today, Finneas will care for them.”

The only thing I knew for sure was that we were supposed to be special in some way. “Avalyn is an Alpha‘s daughter. She would be a suitable match.” Logan was arguing with his Alpha for me, and I didn‘t want him to. If he wasn‘t careful, Alpha Grey would lose his temper, and he could be punished for the things he was saying, for trying to assert that Alpha Grey was wrong.