Garden Of Avalon Novels & Stories

Carriages and horses packed here and there, men were smartly dressed and attended to their different businesses. There were no dragons in all the wonderful colours you can imagine, in the most beautiful patterns, Avalon was dull and bereft of loud colours of any kind. Heavens forbid that you wear bright yellow or neon green, the fountain in the middle of the street did not have water all the time like Islandia did. It did not have the beautiful waterfalls where she and Dragomir had laid side by side and she had felt immense pleasure.

I said gently, “tell Zevarion to meet me in the garden. He’s one of the prisoners who arrived yesterday. Look for him.” “Yes, ma’am.” She bowed with swift grace and disappeared. The garden awaited me like a secret sanctuary. A bench sat beneath a willow-like tree, its branches trailing down like whispered prayers. I settled onto the bench, placing the covered plate beside me, and let my gaze wander. The flowers here were unlike anything from our old pack’s lands. Dark, velvety petals, mostly black, some streaked with silver or crimson, seemed to pulse faintly with magic.

“Now, I have one more place to show you.” He then led us to a side area of the temple, where there was an indoor garden surrounded by marble columns and covered by a glass canopy. In the center of the garden, there was a fountain with crystal-clear water, surrounded by flowers and plants that exuded a delicate fragrance. “This is the Moon Garden,” Alaric explained. “It’s a place for meditation and contemplation. Many come here to find inspiration and connect with the goddess’s energy.” He turned to us. “The ancients say that Selene herself would descend to speak with Luna in these gardens... for a time, until the heart was corrupted. The following generations were never graced by her presenc

Following Heather Quelch and Carson Yorke, Tyr Summers and his friends walked all the way to the innermost part of King Quelch’s royal residence. There was a man-made garden within the estate, where all kinds of precious flowers and plants had been planted. Even though it was summer, some of the flowers were still in full bloom. Moreover, Tyr had never seen many of these flowers before. There was a pavilion in the centre of the garden. The sun was shining brightly, but there was a refreshing breeze blowing towards the pavilion.

Kayla offered. "Why?" Ava asked, looking at her. "It's suffocating in here, right?" Ava asked, standing up. "Come on, let's go!" They both walked out of the room, Ava looking at the mansion in amusement. "Wow!" Ava exclaimed in surprise at the sight of the garden. The garden was adorned with a vibrant array of roses, lilies, orchids, marigolds, violets, and sunflowers. It was a mesmerizing sight, filled with flowers she had never laid eyes on before.

The air in the garden was thick with the scent of ozone, warm honey, and crushed mint—the distinct, intoxicating fragrance of over-saturated mana. Queen Aurelia walked beside her daughter, carrying a thick, leather-bound book that she had rescued from the ancient vaults of Goodnovel, the oldest and most closely guarded repository of pre-cataclysmic history in the realm. Aurelia tilted her golden spectacles, a frown of deep thought etched on her brow as she compared the shimmering, mutated silver thorns of a nearby rose bush to the yellowed parchment of the ancient tome.

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

The gravesite. The one that Lysander was referring too, was the grave that we met to discuss Avalon whilst she was in the care of Lilith. It was the site that Avalon’s mother and father were buried. Lilith must have had them placed there after the attack on their home all those years ago. It was obvious that she still visited regularly by the constant brunch of fresh flowers that sat in a vase at the head of the grave. We came about it by chance when Lysander first found Avalon. He had met at the particular place because it was one of the closest portals into the underworld. There were several way to access hell.

I have never experienced another voice that wasn't mine in my head. "I can hear you." I said breathless as I looked into Ava's eyes. "Walk with me child," Selene said and we started strolling through the massive flower garden. "I have been waiting for you to return to your pack. Avalanche has been quite anxious to meet her human." She slightly giggled. "Where are we?" I felt stupid asking, but I am really curious what this place is. "You are here in my kingdom." Selene said spreading her arms out as she presented the garden. I looked around some more and I noticed a castle, bigger than Cinderella's, sitting magnificently on a hill.

The place where the moon would shine down. "Which is why I have come." He continued grabbing my complete attention. "I injected a special potion I had heard the guards speaking of earlier. I found it in her bedroom." "What's that?" I inquired. Avalon's little force actually lived well. Far far far way from were lives. She chose the best place and it was modernized with rich taste. Unfortunately, not her dungeons. All this info was being fed to me everyday by the guard. Apparently I was far away from home but a portal could help.