Garden Of Avalon Novels & Stories

“Do you know what that is?” She shook her head. She’d heard of it in passing by Basil as a place she would never be worthy enough to go. “It’s the innermost section of the royal garden.” Adolph said, “Very few have ever been inside, and it’s kept by only the Imperial Gardener.” “Why?” Laurel asked as he pulled a key from his pocket. “It’s also called the Heart of the Kingdom.” He unlocked the gate and opened it. Laurel gasped as he led her inside. No roses grew there. In their place, white lunar flowers with almost silver petals and lush red azaleas decorated the area. The pond was clear and connected to a river that flowed into the distance.

I wish I had my own boys that I could train and stress out about. As my eyes moved over the garden as we passed it, something caught my attention. Almost like the answer to my problems —Avalyn. My cock clenched in my pants and I hissed out gaining Greg's attention to what I was staring at —maybe not exactly what I was staring at but he got the picture. Avalyn was in the garden playing with Dawn, his sister. But that wasn't the problem. Avalyn was wet and her dress clung to her skin, exposing those firm hardened nipples to the entire castle. It was my private garden but the thought of someone else getting a view of her perfect breast angered me.

I watched his eyes glaze over as he mindlinked his people. “Avalon,” Evelina rasped, placing a hand to her heart. Her eyes met mine. “Asmodeus is in Avalon. I feel it. I am tied to the land as the Sacred Flame. He is there. It’s why I feel this way…as if I am in physical pain. Because Asmodeus is trying to destroy Avalon!” I let out a snarl of anger, realizing exactly what that devil was trying to do. Evelina breathed deeply, raising her hands as if in supplication to the heavens.

Alaron admitted his shortcomings. The openness of his words surprised Brinn. "Try harder," she admonished, not sure what else to say. Her eyes wandered along the thick, leafy vines of the walls. It was fall, but somehow the Spring Garden grew thick and lush year round. Even the wooden bench on which she now sat was surrounded by untamed flowers. The royal gardener must have been among those who either escaped or would not join Alaron. The foliage was already out of control after all the days of neglect.

Ava I followed Lily out into the gardens, the light evening breeze carrying the faint scent of roses and freshly turned earth. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting flickering shadows across the winding stone paths. Moonrise gardens were just as lovely as Moonstone gardens—if not a bit more manicured. Every pebbled pathway was lined with hedges and shrubs, each one pruned into some sort of fantastical shape or another: an elephant, a heron, a perfectly round sphere.

She says with a smile but keeps a no nonsense tone in her voice. Reaching Azrael I slip my arm through his and whisper to him, “She’s planning a gathering?” I do the best to keep the panic out of my voice. He nods but says nothing. We walk in a comfortable silence for a while. I’m not naive to the fact that there are whispers being made behind our backs at every person we pass. He leads us through the castle and not sure where he is taking me but he seems to have a destination in mind so I let him lead us. We reach a large set of lovely glass doors, two guards stand at attention at the sides, bowing in respect to us before opening the doors. I gasp softly as before me stands the most magnifi

The tension from the strategy meeting still lingered quietly through the halls of the palace, though for a brief moment, Aurelia allowed herself distance from it all. Her garden sat tucked behind the eastern wing, partially hidden by pale stone archways woven with ivy and climbing roses. It was quieter here. Removed from the movement of guards, servants, and endless reports that seemed to follow her no matter where she went. The air carried the soft scent of herbs and blooming flowers while the fading warmth of the day lingered over carefully maintained soil. Unlike the decorative gardens scattered throughout Valmere, this one served purpose. Every plant here had meaning.

[ELARA] The garden is bathed in the soft, golden light of morning. Each dewdrop clings to the grass like a delicate jewel, reflecting the sunlight in a way that almost makes it seem as if the earth itself is alive, breathing under the warmth of the day. The air is crisp and clean, filled with the gentle fragrance of blooming flowers. On any other day, this would feel like a sanctuary—a peaceful refuge far from the burdens of the castle and the weight of its secrets. But not today. Not with everything that has happened.

Tatiana leaned down in front of Alison staring deep into her eyes unblinking for almost a minute of awkward silence. "Oh my god, you're so adooorable!" Tatiana leaped forward hugging Alison squeezing her as if she found an overly adorable puppy she couldn't resist. "We must keep her!" Tatiana beamed holding up Alison's face squishing their cheeks together. Everyone around the group began laughing. "Yes she's the newest addition to The Garden, Tatiana Devine meet Alison Bishop, Alison this is Tatiana." He then waived his hand towards Daphne. "And this is Daphne G-"

he said matter of fact. David always likes beautiful things. That is why he married Tina. She is the princess of the magic land. One look at her and he knows he has to possess her and this land. So wooed her slowly and let her fall in love with him. After she married him, he became the king of the magic land. Which is another plane away from Shadowland. Lord Assorthan, who is the Lord of Shadowland created this plane, with the help of an Angel. Slowly, David took this plane under his possession and away from Assorthan, who is preoccupied with other things.