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

*Cataclysm Teaser Avalanche is currently writing a thrilling story, which made him known and had a lot of readers and fans in an instant while he's chilling and reading the story of Sandstorm, he fell asleep. Avalanche is a fan of Sandstorm which he doesn't deny, he even introduce Sandstorm to his readers just to continue what Sandstorm's begun.* I saw that he think of something. “Why don’t you do the style you usually do? It seems like your narration style there isn’t you.” He said.

Smoke bled into the horizon, painting the sky in strokes of crimson and black. From the high tower of Dawnspire, Serenya Vale looked down upon a kingdom trembling on its knees. Armies gathered at the fractured walls, banners of rival houses snapping violently in the wind. Allies had become enemies overnight, and whispers carried across the city like sparks in a storm: Who would claim the crown now? Inside the citadel, the vault doors stood wide open. The crown of Astralis gleamed on its pedestal—silver and obsidian entwined, glowing faintly as though it drew breath. Every heartbeat seemed to echo its call, seductive and absolute.

Religious people were talking about something happening in the Realm of the Gods, that Chaos was trying to push past the barrier to feed on the world. The Gods barely managed to defeat the Empress of Chaos last time, it was only the fact that one General and three of his followers turned against their Ruler and helped the Gods of Light. Those Immortals were named The Honour Bound by the followers of Light and Order. The followers of dark and chaos called them the Anoki or unspeakable ones. The Honour Bound had slipped past the borders of the Realms of Chaos and set up barrier stones. The Sun and Moon Gods activated them and the Starlight Barrier was formed. The Empress has been trapped for t

"This wasn't a conquest, Avina. And I haven't even begun to get what I want from you." She frowned, a faint ghost of her usual defiance returning. "What is that supposed to mean?" "It means," I said, my voice low and steady, "that I want the woman who stood in that boardroom and told twenty billionaires to go to hell. I want the woman who survives the docks. I want the woman who carries my name and my child. I don't just want your body, Avina. I want your loyalty. And I want your peace." She looked away, her gaze landing on the dark window. "Peace is expensive, Ronan. I don't know if I can afford it."

I gulped, feeling those electrical sparks get charged inside me. He was so close, so dangerously close that all I wanted to do was lean in and press my lips to his. Take his soft lips into mine and feel if they tasted and felt the same way they looked. They were so red... So full and oh so enticing. If only I just leaned in... "Are you making a pass on me Avalon?" Oh the way my name sounded when it left his lips. It should be illegal to pronounce ones name in such way. It sounded like pleasure wrapped in sinful promises. Like a sweet caress... It sent my head into overdrive.

The elder raised his hand, and with the same calmness with which he would have narrated a children's story, he began: “This world is called Avalon. And it is ruled by four clans. Each one linked to one of the elements and a distinct region.” He walked over to a table with rustic objects, picked up a metal cup with dark wine, took a sip, and turned his gaze back to her. “Tron. The clan of the desert. Masters of fire. Your lineage. Your blood. Your destiny.” He took another step. “Terran. The forest clan. They command the earth, regeneration, growth.”

Wide eyes all around watched her with curiosity, fear and wonder. "You're not a prince," she said feeling the cloak fall from her shoulders as she took another step forward. "Your a monster," she announced, just then a loud thunder boomed through the air and the lights went out. The screams of the party goers went silent. A purple light suddenly appeared, emitting from a pendant, that illuminated the face of breathtaking woman. Her eyes were like hot gold burning with fire. Her skin dark and smooth with freckles of silver. Her hair long and flowing, a sentinel being...alive.

“Let it consume you. I have been waiting for this.” My knees buckled. Marek tried to hold me upright, but the magic lashing inside me grew violent. The sanctum floor began to crack. The throne dais shook under us. The fissures of light in the ceiling widened. The entire palace trembled. Kaelan forced himself to rise, gripping his sword with a shaking hand. His voice was raw. “Aveline. Do not let her take you.” I opened my mouth to answer. But the realm’s magic erupted inside me like a star going nova.

“This… connection. It’s not fleeting. It’s a choice. Every second, we choose it.” Elara nodded, voice small, trembling. “Every second, I choose you.” He smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Then we survive this… together.” The yacht sailed into the night, silent and determined. Outside, the city glimmered like a distant constellation, unaware of the war that had just begun, of the power and passion that had just been unleashed. And inside, Elara and Cassian existed in a world where desire was a weapon, love was dangerous, and every choice carried the weight of life, death, and all-consuming passion.

Her heart pounded against her ribcage as though it was about to leap out of her chest. Yet they weren't as bad when compared to the terrifying crown of scales forming at her temples Slowly, Ava raised her hand, moving it towards the pale blond strands on her head. Her fingers glided across the sharp tip of two small bumps that had formed at the front. “Is that… Are those horns?” The words tumbled out, barely above a whisper. “Descendant of the dragon gods…” Kael trailed, his golden eyes shining with curiosity. He didn’t look surprised—rather, like someone watching prophecy unfold before his very eyes with grim acceptance.