Garden Of Avalon Novels & Stories

~ Avelyn ~ The maid led me out into the garden, dew still clinging to the roses, their petals heavy in the faint evening light. It should’ve been beautiful like manicured hedges carved into perfection, the scent of lavender drifting like a lullaby but all I could think of was how this place wasn’t paradise. It was a cage dressed in silk. And in the center of it, he sat.

*River* The sun casts dappled shadows on the ground as I stroll through the small garden with Aloria’s father. The air is thick with the scent of blooming flowers and freshly turned earth, an intoxicating mix that feels like hope. I glance back at the wooden structure where Aloria is working alongside her mother, the sound of laughter and clattering pots drifting through the open windows, they are cooking a hearty meal for my warriors who has build a camp right outside the garden. It’s a comforting symphony that warms my heart.

Only the gardeners have been to the secret garden except for the alpha before Devon. He coughed out blood. He looked at his hand. "I'm closer to death than I expected. My mistakes are gradually getting to me." He coughed again, and shortly afterward, he heard someone open the gates. He wanted to let out another dry cough - He tried to hold on to make sure he didn't get caught by the guards or anyone from the Royals. Avery walked silently. She saw a small gate that she had seen before when she had been in Arbedour. "Where does this gate lead to?" She asked, walking towards the gate. "There are so many things I don't know about Arbedour." She told herself.

Gavriel carefully lowered Althea onto her feet before moving behind her. She felt his fingers loosen the blindfold and a second later, the fabric slipped away from her eyes. The moment her vision cleared, Althea froze. Before her stretched a beautiful garden filled with rows upon rows of strawberry plants. Their vibrant red fruits peeked through the green leaves, glistening under the afternoon sunlight. The sweet fragrance instantly filled the air. Her lips parted as she slowly took a step forward.

Chapter 118 _____ writers pov Avalon got to the cupboard and pulled out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt from the cupboard. She took it out and placed it gently on the bed. She then walked up to the door and informed the guards to go bring another maid that she was feeling quite sick and the Luna needed assistance. They agreed hesitatingly because the Alpha had given them an order to not serve the Luna again but because of their devotion to the Luna and the moon goddess, they decided to stay.

The wind whispered her name. Alaric stood on the edge of the forest, cloaked in the silver glow of the full moon. The sky was streaked in blood-red clouds, a sign that time was thinning—just like the barrier between past and present. He didn’t need spells or maps anymore. He could feel her. Every heartbeat. Every breath. Elara. She was near. --- The Garden of Memory At the far end of Crestfall Manor, nestled behind twisted rose hedges and marble statues, a garden still bloomed—despite the corruption spreading across the land. Black roses and silver lilies filled the air with a strange, nostalgic scent.

Victoria and Alexander, surrounded by the celestial blooms, felt the luminescent energies of the astral garden infusing their united souls with renewed vitality. As they strolled through the Garden of Celestial Blossoms, the celestial guide gestured towards a monumental astral tree—an ancient sentinel known as the Arbor of Astral Echoes. Its branches extended into the astral heavens, adorned with ethereal leaves that whispered cosmic secrets carried by the astral winds. The Arbor of Astral Echoes, a repository of celestial wisdom, beckoned Victoria and Alexander to its sacred roots.

“This garden was dedicated to Aurora, the first offspring of Lucas and Eva, it is said that Aurora possessed unique and special abilities, which made her very powerful. She has beautiful golden eyes that glowed in the darkness and could bring back dead flowers to life, just with a single touch.” “Amazing.” My inner self said just as Elora finished her sentence. But just as I was admiring the beautiful flowers in the Garden of Light, my eyes caught sight of something nostalgic, and I gasped!

Amelia paused at the threshold, her eyes widening slightly. “It’s… quiet,” she said. “Yes,” Alina replied. “The walls block the wind.” They stepped outside. The garden stretched wide and open, bordered by tall hedges and climbing vines. Flowers bloomed in careful patterns—white, pale yellow, soft lavender. A fountain murmured at the center, water catching the light as it fell. Amelia took a hesitant step forward. Then another. Isadora stayed close but did not guide her. She let Amelia walk at her own pace, letting the ground feel real beneath her feet.

He thought, "Okay, let's just say the emperor has two spiritual roots. However, it doesn't make sense! Fire is weak with water. Is that even possible for a person to have a spiritual root that destroys the other?" Before he could even continue with his thoughts, another strange thing happened. Out of nowhere, the eunuch suddenly becomes more aggressive. A dark aura surrounded him gradually. It's like he got another supply of strength. They didn't know, the one behind this, the empress dowager, has another trick hidden in her sleeves. Number 35, the Stone of Avalon. The stone is a crimson red-colored gem. This amplifies the prowess of its use for a short period of time.