Book 3 Avatar Novels & Stories

1 WEEK LATER HUNJI “Congratulations again your highness, I looked forward to returning and meeting the three of them.” I ended the call with Lamia. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact the young Queen had given birth to triplets and was thankful the little girl had survived.

Also, we were to remain bowing our head until they instruct us to stand still. “Do you know why you’re here, forgotten wolf?” she spoke to me. I hated the name she refers me to, but I was one for true. I’ve never had a one true mate. ©The Alpha’s Concubine; coming soon to GoodNovel. This novel can now be found on the YouTube channel, VBooks for free. It’s available in audio with natural voice soothing to the ears and background music that conveys the idea of the story very well. Check it out.

Hashmuk whisphered against his ears, licking his earlobes. "Hashmuk, I have something to do." He tried to wriggle himself free from his grip when he recalled that him and his friends had agreed to meet at the palace’s library to dig deeper into the magic books they had carried along with them. "What do you want to do? Can’t it wait?" He asked, trailing kisses down his body. He wasn’t given time to respond because the next minute Hashmuk captured his lips for an itense deep kiss. Kelvin smiled through the kiss, closed his eyes and gripped Hashmuk’s hair. With one swap, he turned him so that he would be on top and captured his lips, pulled him against him for another heated kiss.

he replied, a warmth in his voice that made Ava's heart skip a beat. With a strength that surprised Peyton, Carver rose from the water. Peyton quickly stepped forward, helping Carver stand and wrapping a robe around his trembling body. Together, they made their way to the combined beds. Ava trailed behind, her steps lighter, but her eyes still filled with concern. The soft mattress seemed to embrace them as they all fell into it, with Carver taking the central spot. The bond between the trio was palpable, with every movement and gesture emphasizing their interconnected lives.

The next day, three hours after training with Miracle and my mates, I was laying down on the bed when my phone rang. It was Avilla, she said she'd be coming over with the book. Within thirty minutes later, I got a text from her that she was outside waiting with Meg. I ran down stairs, smiled at the duo, before leading them to my room. “This is it girl,” Avilla handed the book to me. It was a thick covered book, old looking and had a bit of dusk, but without a tear. I skimmed through it immediately, pursing my lips as my eyes ran across the words.

“Go on, baby.” Ava looked nervous, but she placed her hand against the print. Immediately, the book shuddered like a living thing, and the leather rippled like the surface of a pond. With a low, groaning sound, the book unlocked itself, the pages fluttering open to somewhere near the middle. Strange letters danced across the pages, shifting and rearranging themselves until they settled into readable English. “It's enchanted to adapt,” Bonnie said, smiling faintly. “Otherwise, only the elders could have read it.”

He wrapped me in a warm, strong hug, and in that unfamiliar place, I felt like I had found the most dependable shoulder to lean on. "Selena!" Hearing that voice, I thought I was in a dream. Henry, who had never left Itania, was suddenly standing in front of me, looking worn from his journey. His eyes settled on Liam, hard and unfeeling. My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively stepped in front of Liam, shielding him from Henry's stare. Henry's face crumbled with disbelief, his voice laced with incredulity. "Selena, are you avoiding me? Is it because of him?"

KIMANI Late in the afternoon, I was curled up on the lounge chair with a book resting open on my lap. I’d started reading with good intentions, really. The kind where you tell yourself just one chapter and actually mean it. But somewhere between the second page and the third paragraph, my attention drifted. Ava.

After a long moment of silence, his rough hand reaches out and violently rips the burlap sack off Chika's head. CHIKA WHITMORE My eyes slowly flutter open against the harsh glare of the floodlights, revealing a profound, bottomless wave of sadness deep within my pupils. My gaze watches the family of three tightly embrace on the edge of the dock, comforting each other's wolves, completely oblivious to the fact that my life is being left behind in the dark. My teeth clench together until my jaw aches, violently struggling to contain the raw storm of emotions threatening to rip my chest apart.

Forever. End of book 36