Finding Avalon: The Quest Of A Chaosbringer Novel Romane & Geschichten

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

I was still stuck in bed between them. "I've been doing some research and I found out some necessary information. Zayn is not the destruction. Avalon is," Toby said and Zayn shrugged. "Who's Avalon?" I asked and they both stared at me crazily. "She's a millennial witch. Very dangerous and the most powerful. She is the destruction the legend was talking about. She's darkness and she is to fight the light on the day when all powers are equal." Toby lectured and my mouth dropped.

He fell to the ground, the explosion throwing him to the ground. Why was this happening? His plan was perfect! All he had to do was infuse Chaos into the earth, and he would be strong enough to beat Fos at his own game! He wanted to be free, but why are these mortals and gods keeping him from the one thing he wanted the most? Why? “Why!?”, he screamed, as he exploded with energy once more, his body getting covered with armour. It covered his entire body, the obsidian colour contrasting with the red pouring from the eyes, chest and limbs.

No reply came. But in his chest, the bond pulsed again. Stronger. And in that silence, he knew. She remembered something. Whether it was pain… or him… he didn’t know. But soon, he would. And then the real chaos would begin. Because Darian Draven wasn’t just a mate seeking love. He was a king seeking what was stolen. And he would not stop until every shadow was burned and every truth laid bare—until she stood beside him, whole, free, and his.

I am betting Royal because it is closer to the Z brother's magic shop. While I wait, I see another former friend that is now on the side of Umbra. Umbra really screwed over most of the Lycan and Wolves, except a few. One of them being Chaos. Chaos is Umbra's personal errand boy. Chaos does anything Umbra asks, and I bet he is spying on Fallon for Umbra.

And underneath it all— The lingering irritation that Draven had been standing there when she made that choice. Cassian forced the thought away. Ava walked slightly ahead of him now, the strange book held carefully in her hands. Even through the dim moonlight the symbols on its cover seemed wrong. Not dangerous. Just… old. Older than wolves. “You feel it too, don’t you?” Ava asked quietly. Cassian glanced down at the book. “Yes.” “What do you think it is?” Cassian exhaled slowly.

It had all been right there, if I'd only dared to see it. Just then, his phone rang. It was his assistant. "Mr. Bradley… there's been a second avalanche on the snow mountain. Your wife… she really didn't survive it…"

“You can play your power games with someone who buys into them. Not with me.” “Do you know what you are?” Antonella asked, her eyes dripping with venomous disdain. “A spoiled brat with the intelligence of a seed.” Her words were soft but surgically precise, sharp enough to cut without making a sound. “You don’t understand this game, but you can still walk away with some dignity.”

he ordered. I stood up in front of him. He picked up the knife from inside the bowl and took a hold of my hand. He made a small cut in the middle of my palm. He looked into my eyes and I looked back without flinching. Such small cuts didn't bother me anymore. He held my hand and squeezed a few drops of blood into the cup. Then he used the knife to make a cut in his own palm and squeezed some of his blood in the bowl. The blood sizzled when it mixed together and then turned into water before evaporating. "The Rogue pack, I present to you Avalyn Alvarez, pack member, the rightful heir of the Montana Pack and the future Luna of the Rogue Pack," Master announced and the whole pack burst into che

I return to the window, staring out at the Hidden Bowl, at the path where I know Dawn walks with Liora, learning about her new reality. My dragon rumbles deep in my chest, a warning and a promise wrapped in one. Some battles can't be won through discipline alone. Some wars are lost before they begin. I press my palm against the cool glass, watching as frost crystals form beneath my fingers—my magic responding to my turmoil, just as the flames respond to my anger. Ice and fire, control and chaos. The eternal contradiction of my nature. Twenty-seven floorboards from wall to window. I begin counting again, seeking order where none exists.