Beyond Avalon Novels & Stories

I answered and smiled. She's the best angel and treasure that Ash left to me. Well, aside from the braveness that Ash gave, Magenta is the second treasure that Ash gave me. It's been so long since the last time, Ash. I think now is the time that I show off everything that I had accomplished because of the lessons you taught me. I'm finally coming home to you.

The air in the small room was thick, heavy with the scent of salt, wine, and pure, unadulterated lust. This wasn't a PR meeting. This wasn't a game. This was the hunt. After years of Lyon Navarro cutting them down with his pen, it was time to show him what it meant to be claimed by the Stormbreakers. He wasn't the strategist anymore; he was the pack's obsession.

"Not for war, exactly, but they're pulling all their people back to the homeland. They think something big is coming." Lysander swept in with his usual dramatic flair, but he wasn't alone either. A woman in flowing robes accompanied him, her hands glowing with subtle magical energy that made my skin tingle. "This is Morgana Ashford," Lysander said. "She represents the Pacific Coven Alliance." Morgana's gaze immediately found mine, and I saw recognition there – not of me personally, but of what I was. "The magic signature coming from this location has been felt as far south as San Francisco," she said calmly.

“Yes. I do.” Vanessa let out a shaky breath and leaned back. She looked away for a moment, as if trying to process what she just heard. Julian watched her reaction closely. He didn’t know why, but something about this moment felt like a turning point. “I need to rush” , Julian said hastily. There was no time to process what just happened—he had to get back to his company. But as he looked at Vanessa one last time, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was far from over.

Though the girl’s father turned their love marriage into a business deal, neither of the two were forced to do this. So why did they run away? Both of them just left one note in their rooms. Both the notes had just one small string of words: I am leaving. Just these three words written in plain black ink. Nothing else. “You don’t have to worry about that, Alex. I have another daughter. She’ll take her sister’s place.” Adam Walker says with a sickly evil smirk. This man… “Nonsense! Aviana is too young for all this! You can’t expect us to let you do such a crime and spoil that poor girl’s life!” My mother, Veronica Knight, argues.

The gates of Arcane only connected to Rigel, Lunaris, Militum, and Yun as some of the biggest businesses in the entertainment industry and other fields resided in this realm. It was also a central place for imports and exports to get distributed all over the galaxy. Driving into the heart of Avalon, the city was overwhelmed with digital advertising billboards. The scenery of Avalon screamed luxury, colorful, and trendy. The people walking the streets wore nothing but the latest of fashion trends with impeccable looks. Their aura glowed bright like dazzling stars, immediately letting others know that they existed in a different world from regular people. When the bus stopped and let them out,

Asherah's a mermaid so there's a high possibility that she's in the cerulean and vast sea. I stared at the sky. "Isn't that right, Orlene?" Amansinaya emphasized the name 'Orlene'. Orlene seemed to be surprised as soon as she heard her name. "A-Ah...yes!" She agreed. "How about looking for her above the clear, blue skies?" It was Niara who spoke. Though I suppose that Amansinaya's idea is better. "You said you looked Asherah in the forest and found nothing, right? However I'm sure that you didn't look for her above the forest right?" She continued.

" With that, Lucas pulled an exquisite diamond ring from his pocket, got down on one knee, and looked at me with deep affection. I extended my hand and said softly, "I will." Hearing this, Lucas's face lit up with a joyful smile. He put the diamond ring on my finger, then held me tightly. We had a lavish wedding during our travels. While traveling, I came across news about Sebastian. The news said that Sebastian had been severely injured in a business war with the Nolan family. In their retaliation, they had caused an accident that left him in a vegetative state. I looked at the news, feeling no emotion in my heart.

The halls were wide and echoing, lit by tall windows and sconces that flickered with cold blue fire. We exited through a stone archway and came to a long balcony that overlooked the entire packland. Terraces dipped into training fields. Further out: the village, modest homes, smoke curling from chimneys, children darting like shadows. Beyond that, a forest so dense it looked like spilled ink across the horizon. I didn’t realize someone else had joined us until Elena curtsied. “My lady,” said a deep voice behind me. “A pleasure.” I turned. The Beta.

The elder raised his hand, and with the same calmness with which he would have narrated a children's story, he began: “This world is called Avalon. And it is ruled by four clans. Each one linked to one of the elements and a distinct region.” He walked over to a table with rustic objects, picked up a metal cup with dark wine, took a sip, and turned his gaze back to her. “Tron. The clan of the desert. Masters of fire. Your lineage. Your blood. Your destiny.” He took another step. “Terran. The forest clan. They command the earth, regeneration, growth.”