Beyond Avalon Novels & Stories

Ava covered her face. Even Orion looked embarrassed. Some things truly never changed. A few minutes later, the eastern gates opened. For the first time in her life, Nova rode beyond the borders of the Moon Kingdom. Beyond safety. Beyond certainty. Toward the mountains that had been forbidden for centuries. Toward the prison hidden beneath the Fallen Crown. Toward the mysterious prince whose voice haunted her dreams. As the kingdom disappeared behind her, the mark on her wrist began to glow. Far away, beneath layers of stone and iron, Kieran Blackthorn slowly lifted his head.

"It's fine, we understand. It's very kind of you to come here to pay respects to a member of the Hersch family, Miss Everton." I felt disgusted by her words. There were hardly any faults when it came to Jewel. She had a beautiful face, and talent. Even when she was being petty, she did it with grace. However, Jewel was supposed to be born a butterfly, but she chose to become a fly. Thank goodness this fly managed to find a rotten egg like Ian. The look in my eye was cold and distant. "There is no need for any physical touching, Mr. Langham. You wouldn't want Miss Hersch to misunderstand, would you?"

“Breathe. Don’t leave me like this.” He forced air into her lungs and pressed again, desperate and frantic. But her chest remained still. Her eyes never opened. Lisa Callahan, the heiress who had plotted betrayal and who had promised him a future built from revenge and stolen empires, lay silent. Gone. Peter sat back, drenched and trembling, though his jaw was set tight. The waiter lingered nearby, pale and terrified. “Sir… she—” “No one saw this,” Peter cut him off, his voice low and menacing. His gaze flicked to the unconscious Samuel. “No one knows.”

No matter what, “ Space and time began to pass the girls by as they landed in a mass grassland far from where the orphanage. “Ow. That landing was horrible, “June said as she and her sisters dusted themselves off. “Where are we? “Bonnie said. “I don’t recognize this place at all,“ “Neither do I, “Elizabeth said. “This is Avalon. “Hughley explained as he led the girls over the hill which stood across a peaceful town composed of stone-paved roads and merchant venues beyond the eye could see. “Wow. This place is beautiful, “Elizabeth said. “How do you know that the Dean won’t just end up coming here and hunt us down?”

He took off his sunglasses, revealing doomsday red eyes that were far more dangerous than the sea of ​​vampires in front of him. "You're wrong about one thing, Walking Corpse," Alexander said coldly, his voice traveling through the vampires' bones. "I'm not a guard dog. I'm my wife's executor." But what shocked the pale-faced nobles even more was what happened afterward. The sky above Avalon, which was claimed to have never been accessible to human technology due to the vampires' weather-warping magic, suddenly split open. The Vanguard's eight Stealth Blackhawk helicopter gunships maneuvered above them in absolute calm.

In her last life, she’d died with that money still burning a hole in her pocket. This time, it wasn't just numbers; it was her escape card. A pop-up blinked in the corner of the screen: "Destination: Private Island 'Sanctuary'. Owner: Julian Thorne. Confirm one-way ticket?" Julian Thorne. The name was whispered in the New York underworld, a curse uttered in hushed tones. The Godfather who held the East Coast shipping lanes in his fist, a tyrant with zero mercy. But to Elara, he was her lifeline.

She left the chamber and walked the Crossing corridor toward the academic wing with her notepad under her arm and Professor Aldren's office at the end of her four o'clock and the fourth section sitting in the space behind her sternum alongside everything else that was accumulating there. She arrived at Aldren's office at three fifty-eight. He was waiting. The archival inventory was open on his desk. A bound ledger He didn't speak when she came in. He turned the ledger toward her and set his finger on a single line. She read it. Anchor law, primary succession instrument, Vael bloodline. Original manuscript, restricted archive. Registered sections: four. Physical sections confirmed at registra

She took a few shots of the most important pages with her phone and gently placed the binder on the shelf. The door creaked open. Avalynn's heart skipped a beat, but she merely received a warm smile from Alice, the cook. Good morning, sweetheart. "Can I get you something?" "No, thank you," Avalynn said, attempting a grin. "I'm just doing some reading." The cook nodded and exited the room. Avalynn returned to the binder, looking for anything that could be useful to Liam. The statistics and charts danced before her eyes, but one name kept appearing: Westbridge Corporation.