Finding Avalon: The Quest Of A Chaosbringer Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"The temple can't do anything to me. The mistake it did was let my mother touch me. I thought you said the temple knows all." "What are you talking about?" she asked. "I'm taking about the Raven Warlocks." "Agatha!" her voice was whisper but threatening nonetheless, "Don't go down this road." She shook her head. "Wait," I look at her carefully, "You-" "Ango," she grips at me, " Reversio." I go on my knees, "Somnio."

He changed the subject. I squinted my eyes but didn’t say anything. He plucked the book out of my hand and adjusted his glasses. It reminded me of Andrew. “Danger clung to him like smoke, yet there was something devastatingly irresistible about the man who hunted monsters for a living,” Alaric read aloud. “Jesus! Vaelora!” He lowered the book and looked at me over his glasses. “Did you write this for a school project or you’ve suddenly picked an interest in fantasy writing?”

Lyra's POV A loud banging on my door jolted me awake. My heart began racing. I knew it meant another round of beatings and torture, that's all it ever meant. Dragging my exhausted body off the old mattress, I walked toward the door. Before i could open it, a voice yelled. "Seems you've forgotten where you are and what you're meant to do, you slave!" a voice yelled. My name is Lyra Avalon, the only surviving member of my family. My parents and brother died fighting a war for the wolves.

Not just by Lord Ravenscrest and his conspirators, but by everyone who stood by and watched it happen. The glass walls feel like they're closing in, even though logically I know they're not moving. Claustrophobia mixes with the drug-induced disorientation, creating a panic that I can't quite access through the chemical fog. I want to scream, want to beat my fists against the transparent barriers, but my body won't respond to my mind's commands. Avalon's voice rises again, clearer now: "I reject the Ravenscrest legacy. I reject the methods, the corruption, the casual cruelty that you call leadership."

Victory's glow in Chapter 25 sealed with a final love scene under stars, Alya and Kael's bodies entwining, tattoos blazing, passion a testament to growth. Veyra’s escape in Chapter 26 left a curse, her red eyes vowing revenge, while Soren's prophecy shadowed the dawn: "A greater darkness rises—the eternal crescent calls new blood." It hooked for Book 2, Alya's growth sealed, the pack united but forever changed.

The First Crown erupted with light. Golden energy exploded across the battlefield. BOOOOOOOOM! The first wave of monsters disintegrated instantly. Then Rowan groaned. Then: "Why am I always following her?" Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then he charged too. Then Cassian. Then Valen. Then Eryx. The heirs collided with the darkness. And the final war truly began. BOOOOOOOOM! Energy exploded everywhere. The battlefield vanished beneath chaos. Ava cut through three monsters at once.

The storm raged above them, an unrelenting force that distorted the sky into a mass of writhing black and crimson. The air was thick with the scent of burning ozone, and the land itself quivered beneath their feet, as though the world knew what was coming. Velora led the way, their ethereal form moving with an unearthly grace, their presence bending the very fabric of reality around them. Elior, Myrra, Bram, and Rael followed, their breaths ragged as they raced toward the Final Seal.

I said, and they scattered at once, dragging their broken bodies back into shadow. I turned eastward, toward the lands that had birthed me and tried— so foolishly, to bury me. The wastelands stretched endlessly, scarred by my presence, reshaped by my dominion. The Corrupters had failed to hold territory, yes, but territory was meaningless without the right queen beside me. Ava Varyn. Her name rolled through my thoughts like thunder beneath stone. I had waited decades for an eclipse-born untainted by fear or training, enduring decades of half-bloods and disappointments with beasts that shattered under their own power, or bent too easily to lesser instincts.