Book 3 Avatar Novels & Stories

*** I stare out the window of the carriage, watching the Jade Province forest start to melt away, turning into the beginning's of the Scarlet Province. "Are you all ready to see Tai?" I ask, examining everyone's faces in turn. "I'm excited for answers," Zavian says with a shrug, shifting uncomfortably. This has been a long ride, with all of us trapped in this tight space with each other. Both Marek and Zavian ignoring each other, a cool bitterness still lingering between them. "Me too," Nakoa sighs. Zavian twists his attention to the hunter, who sits next to me. "He's not going to be happy to see you."

Libro Vitae whispered its voice harmonious. "Libro Vitae, please show me where Alastair is hiding," I asked. The book hummed in response. Libro Vitae became warm in my hands. The cover opened, pages flipped continuously until they suddenly stopped. The words on the page jumped off the paper, floating into the air, wrapping themselves around me. In a blink of an eye, I was pulled into the book. Light flooded my vision. Every sound echoed around me. Voices raced past me, speaking in riddles. Some shouting, screaming, others a dull whisper. Libro Vitae's voice became louder as I watched the trees form around me.

Removed. Giovanni had barely made it into the backseat, before the man behind the wheel slammed the gas pedal to the floor. A squeal of tires, the smell of burnt rubber mingling with the scent of blood, and the SUV shot out the open bay. It swerved through a minefield of broken asphalt, barely slowing to even turn back onto the main road. Past mostly abandoned buildings on one side and the Pacific Ocean on the other. The water was serene tonight as Amber watched it rolling calming against the docks.

“Then why does your face look like that when you look at him?” Elara sighed. Not the dramatic kind. The tired, deep kind — the kind people sigh when they’re about to open a door they’ve kept locked for their personal reasons. She walked over to the tall shelf near the window and ran her fingers along the spines of dusty books before pulling one out. “I guess,” she said, turning back to me, “we’ll have to start from the basics.” She handed me the book. The cover was old, the edges worn. Gold lettering barely visible.

Did he really think I was speaking rhetorically? "An Avatar is like you and me, but they can do so much more, you could be a berserker with magic, you could be a wizard with swordsmanship, there's even this girl in the capital, a tank healer and she can control spirits, imagine this talent when she is older!"

I even try to respond but words just won’t come out. Deep down, I want to scream. Scream at him to leave me alone. Scream at my aunt and cousins to do something about it. Even Scream at my parents for leaving me here with no one. But I can’t. I just can’t. So I do the one thing I can do. I dig my nails into my knees and try to think of anything else but the massive amount of fear I’m feeling. Literally anything else. But nothing comes. “Ava, I said move forward. And look at me when I’m talking to you!” He snaps and I flinch.

And if he kept inserting himself into my business, I would have to deal with him. –– I left the club without looking back. The night air was cool against my skin as I stepped onto the sidewalk, my driver already waiting by the curb. I had just reached for the car door when a voice stopped me in my tracks. “Ivanova.” I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. Nico Moretti. I took a steady breath before facing him. He was leaning casually against a black car, hands in his pockets, his dark eyes watching me with the kind of intensity that made people nervous.

I beg as he pulls away, replacing his fingers with his cock. He presses inside of me, stretching me wide as he leans down on his forearm, his fingers brushing my hair away from my face. End Of Book Two Book Three will be Escaping The Devils Snare and will start next week commencing 26/5/25! Synopsis of Escaping The Devils Snare:-

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

Her posture was fierce, drawn to portray the much aura she carried. Lucious's breath settled at the nape of my neck. "Not in a good way, courtesy of Emrys." It did make sense to me why Lucious was the most affected when it came to matters involving Emrys. "And I am sure she would want you to have this." Lucious held a book in his hand. I took it with a frown. "Record of Blood and Conversion." I read the title. I blinked up at him. "What's this?" "I wrote it." Of course, he was a writer too. "Shortly after her death. If you wish to end us, I believe you must know us first."