Finding Avalon: The Quest Of A Chaosbringer Novel Novels & Stories

The only thing I knew for sure was that we were supposed to be special in some way. “Avalyn is an Alpha‘s daughter. She would be a suitable match.” Logan was arguing with his Alpha for me, and I didn‘t want him to. If he wasn‘t careful, Alpha Grey would lose his temper, and he could be punished for the things he was saying, for trying to assert that Alpha Grey was wrong.

Sylvrmane, looked at each of them, then settled her gaze on Albian, “This is where I leave you. Albian. The White must be put into play, or we will all perish. And by the news I just received, we have no time to waste.” Before Evrah could question anything or say goodbye, she was blinded by a flash of light. She heard Sylvrmane’s voice one last time before she faded into the black void. Remember Albian, now that her power is awakened, he will be closer than ever.

“He is at the bottom of the well, where I should have sent you. I will not make the same mistake this night. Come out! Let me in!” “Miranda! Was he wearing his Guardian’s Artifact? “Of course he was, even called out for him. Curral never came. He would never face me. Not for that. Curral Understands. They all need to understand. Sacha needs to understand!” “Understand what?” “That you are being betrayed, and so you betray me! There needs to be a new order. The old one will fall. Let me take you before then. Sacha will understand.” “Help me understand.”

Chapter 1: Prologue Talon and Avalyn thought they could stay happily ever after but the gods had a different plan. Twelve years after the birth of their children, war suddenly broke out between the humans and the werewolves. Talon's family broke apart. Each member dispersed to a corner of the earth unknown to the others. An enemy stronger than they had ever anticipated was at play. The humans captured Avalyn through trickery and overthrew the Lycans. Talon went missing.

She gasped, struggling to pull free, but the pull was relentless—drawing her into darkness. "AVA!" Ashton shouted, grabbing her arm, but the force was too strong. The darkness swallowed her whole. Ava fell through an endless void, weightless and disoriented. Flashes of memories, faces, and distant places flickered around her—her mother's warning, the prophecy, the impending war. She landed on cold stone, eyes adjusting to dim light. Before her stretched a cavernous chamber, walls etched with ancient runes glowing faintly in the dark. At the center stood a figure cloaked in shadows, radiating power and malice.

ALPHA HUNTER BOOK 2 AVA I stood by the window, rubbing my arms up and down as I waited for his return. It was raining outside. I couldn't help but worry. After all, despite the arrogance and devilish looks, he is still my mate. I looked off to the empty space but then a face came to mind. The face of that strange godlike man who I had bumped into earlier today. And his sea blue eyes that looked almost like a reptile's.

That had already been through enough. “Wait a minute.” Avalon spoke up as she looked at Rosalie's neck. Rosalie panicked as her fingers instantly went there searching for her charm. She only calmed down once her fingers touched the cold metal. Avalon pulled her hand away so she could inspect it. “Ho ho someone has already started the shopping.” “What?” Ryan spoke up looking over. He smiled at the charm before his smile disappeared. His eyes had fallen on Avalon’s pouting face. He gulped knowing he was in trouble.

Avalon was a sanctuary of sorts, not just for Lycans, but for older shifters, who were more like priests, or had special abilities, is one way of describing them. There were no children here; the place was made up of a mostly older generation. There were guards who were posted around the outskirts of the village and copse of trees surrounding the place, more formality than anything else; they came from the nearby village of Lycan’s, the true last of their kind. There wasn’t really a need for Avalon to be guarded, it was that far out of the way, one would either need to accidentally stumble on the place or like me, know exactly where it was. Plus, it wasn’t easy to get here. Hidden deep in th

Nova Quinn The dream always starts the same. I’m standing in a field of ash. The ground is scorched black, trees burned down to skeletal stumps. Everything smells like smoke and lightning. Above me, the sky churns in slow motion — red and gold bleeding through bruised clouds — and a moon hangs too close, too heavy, like it’s watching me. Then I see the fire. It slithers up from the cracks in the ground, licking around my bare feet like it’s been waiting. It doesn’t burn. It welcomes. And when I open my mouth to scream, the flames pour out like a second voice — loud, ancient, hungry.