Garden Of Avalon Novels & Stories

Ava asked biting her lips. "I have no queen," Vador replied with no emotions. "Don't tell me you're too cute,you made every female die seeing you," She laughed. "If that's the case then I wonder why you're still alive," he said smirking making her shiver at his touch."Let's take a walk." They took a walk to the Garden. The garden had different species of flowers but the common ones were the black flowers Ava loved so much,they were planted by King Alarie himself.

Isolde said. "She saved you by giving away Aurora's daughter. Of course she saved you all. The key to saving us lies in the hand of Aurora's great great grandchild and she is in Lunaris Kingdom." "The ancient magic is awakening, and it resonates with its home. THE HEART OF AVALON IS ALIVE!" Aurelia declared before she turned and left the hall. The hall erupted into an uproar. Panic settled in everyone's heart.

POV DARLENE The Garden of the Goddess was not a place of earth and water; it was a landscape of Frozen Intent. The grass beneath my boots was made of translucent silver needles that hummed when I moved, and the trees were not wood, but calcified breaths of the First Luna. Every flower that bloomed in this high-altitude sanctuary was a different shade of violet, their petals etched with the "Metadata" of every woman who had ever dared to be "Too Much".

he called again, but she ignored him, heading deeper into the garden. He followed her silently, his curiosity piqued as she wandered through the rows of blooming flowers. The garden was serene, with vibrant colors and the faint scent of lavender hanging in the air. Jonas couldn’t help but admire the peaceful beauty of it...though his focus never strayed far from her. After a few minutes, Alva stopped and turned around. She looked behind her, expecting to see nothing, convinced she had imagined him. Her breath hitched when her gaze landed on Jonas. There he was, in black sweatpants and a white T-shirt, looking more handsome than ever.

Two elite Shadowfang Royal Guards followed several respectful paces behind the women, their footsteps nearly silent despite the armor they wore. Their eyes constantly swept across the gardens, every movement disciplined and alert. They neither interrupted nor intruded, yet Kaelara could feel their vigilance. It was obvious Aurelian had personally chosen them. Considering how protective he was of his sister, she doubted he would have entrusted Isolde's safety to anyone less than his very best. The Royal Gardens of the Obsidian Dominion were unlike anything Kaelara had ever imagined. Massive pathways carved from polished black obsidian stretched in every direction, their glossy surfaces reflec

AVA KILLIAN The garden lake lay quiet and serene, its surface shimmering under the late afternoon sun. Ava often wandered here when she needed a moment of peace, a chance to breathe in the calm beauty of nature away from the watchful eyes of the palace. As she stepped around a curve in the path, she stopped abruptly. Just a few feet away, by the edge of the lake, stood a small figure—Prince Ansel. He was crouched by the water, tossing stones and watching as they splashed and disappeared into the depths. Ava hadn’t expected to see him here, but she smiled, thinking perhaps it was a chance to make a gentle introduction.

Even from inside, the sunlight glinting off her hair made her instantly recognizable. “Becca,” Seraphina said, a wicked smirk curling her lips. “Looks like she’s finally decided to make herself useful.” Jack glanced out the window. “What’s she doing?” “Checking on her precious herbs,” Seraphina replied, an idea already taking root in her mind. “Ava, come with me.” Ava hesitated but followed Seraphina through the heavy double doors. The moment they stepped into the garden, the air shifted—scented with rosemary, lavender, and the distant promise of rain.

I've heard it in my dreams, in my nightmares, in every quiet moment when I let myself remember what I threw away. I lift my head slowly, not sure if I'm imagining things. Avalon is standing at the edge of the garden, partially hidden by shadows. He looks thin, exhausted, his clothes dirty from travel. There are dark circles under his eyes and his hair is a mess. He's shivering slightly in the morning cold. But he's here. He's real. "Avalon?" I stand up, my heart pounding. "What... how did you find me?" "It wasn't hard. Word travels fast in supernatural circles about arranged marriages." He takes a hesitant step forward, into the faint pre-dawn light.

She stopped at a flower stall and didn’t buy anything, just stood for a moment among peonies and ranunculus and something purple she didn’t know the name of, breathing it in. Avalon appeared beside her with a paper bag. “What’s in there?” she asked. “Blood oranges. The man was very convincing.” “You bought blood oranges because a farmer was convincing?” “He had strong feelings about them.” He looked at the flowers. “Get some.” “I don’t need flowers.” “Nobody needs flowers. That’s not the point of flowers.” She looked at him. He was examining a bunch of peonies with the focused consideration of someone making a genuinely important decision, which was such a specific and unexpected Avalon thin

Chapter 4 My mind whirred as I thought of everything I had heard about him. He was rumored to be the most unattractive among his brothers. He was also the youngest brother and apparently the one most likely to be found between a woman’s sheets. But what had earned him his nickname was his eyes. Rumored to be darker than midnight, they portrayed exactly how weak he was. In our continent, Avaloria, the power of the royal family is reflected in our eyes.