Geometry Dash Avalanche Novels & Stories

My magic was still humming beneath my skin, but the cool night air from the stairwell at least seemed to take the edge off. The cafeteria was mostly empty when I entered, with only a few lingering in the seats with late cups of tea or the last of dessert. In one of the corner tables, Ashleigh Dana sat alone, her hair silver that seemed almost luminous in the dim light, with faint streaks of amethyst swirling through. It caught the light like moonstone. She was nursing a mug of tea, tendrils of steam lazily curling up toward the ceiling. Her eyes flicked to me the second I stepped through the doors, a gleam of recognition in them. She raised one brow in invitation.

The so-called marriage alliance was just nothing more than a conspiracy between the Carsons and the Hathaways to seize the inheritance my mom left me after she passed away. Violet played the role of the perfect fiancee in front of me, even though she was basically glued to the hips with William behind my back. Zack went silent on the phone for a while. Then, I heard the sound of a keyboard tapping away. "I got it. She returned from Parres three days ago. Business class." She flew back three days ago, which was the day before the avalanche happened. My heart sank at the realization. She was in such a hurry, anticipating it after all.

The Avatar dropped to one knee, the sheer weight of the machine shaking the entire city block. "Now, Dax!" Sienna screamed, throwing a volley of phase-knives to distract the sweeping gravity-whips. Dax dumped the clutch. The Interceptor roared, the heavy rear tire biting into the broken concrete. We rocketed forward, hitting seventy miles an hour in less than three seconds. Dax didn't steer around the rubble; he steered right over it, aiming dead center for the severed Prime Forge. "Hold on, Ghost!" Dax yelled, his knuckles white on the grips.

Thinking of loan sharks striked fear through her heart. If they could be somehow free from them! The doorbell rang and she jumped in fright. It was past midday. Almost 3 in the afternoon. Who would come at such an odd time? With that though, she went to the front to open it. Ethan had also come out of his room curious to see who was at the door. Eloisa would not come at this time. Yoonah opened the door to her worst fear. The loan sharks were standing there. She silently led them inside. She had forgotten today's date. Ethan quickly went to call Eloisa. He knew her mother could not handle them alone.

Zander held my wrist and hauled me to the vehicle. "But, Amy," I argued. "The avalanche will get her. Now we must go." We all hurried in the RV, but I did not know how it would outrun an avalanche. Carson sat in the driver's seat this time and he opened a compartment revealing a red button. "I always wanted to push a red button," he joked. "Everybody hang on to your seats." He pushed the button and the RV went zooming at jet speed, leaving the avalanche behind. My skin on my face felt like it was about to peel away from my skull. A few minutes of this and the RV slowed down.

" I was about to fall to my knees again. I would have. The pride and dignity I'd had walking in here had been gone for hours. I just wanted my father back in my arms. That was when the noise hit the house. A black SUV came through the front gate, straight into the living room. The floor-to-ceiling windows shattered. Glass flew everywhere. Through the dust, the driver's side door was thrown open. A tall figure stepped out, backlit. I could not see her face. I knew her from the way she carried herself. Cassia Wynn. The fear and grief I had been holding in broke loose the moment I saw her.

The crimson laser swept across the frosted glass like fresh blood spilled on dirty snow, and the exact second it stopped, locking onto my son’s silhouette, I knew the avalanche hadn't just arrived—it was already burying us. Beep. Beep. BEEEEEP. The proximity alarm on the dashboard flatlined into a continuous, high-pitched scream. "Brace!" Ryan roared. He didn't just turn the steering wheel; he wrenched it, fighting the heavy, armored chassis of the Nightfall SUV. The vehicle slewed violently to the right, tires shrieking against black ice and volcanic grit as we skidded toward a jagged basalt outcropping.

Dash turned practically feral as he reeled in all his strength and crashed right through the door, causing immediate chaos to erupt. “Hey! Who the fūck are you?” The voice was only a few feet away as Dash straightened up and shook his head. His head lifted toward the voice almost instantly and our eyes met with ten very confused eyes before we all sprang into action. I could hear the others reaching us, but I didn’t need anyone to fight these assholes off. Five I could take. Now, if more men showed up, I’d be in slight trouble. The closest one rushed forward, expanding his claws and hooking his arm in his attempt to stab my neck, but Dash was quicker. Dash ducked at the same time that he swi

I duck one hit, take another to the shoulder that sends pain exploding through my arm and back, and still manage to drive my fist into someone's jaw hard enough to snap his head back. But they don't stop. They don't hesitate. And I'm already slowing. A hit lands. Then another. And another. I don't even know where the hits are coming from anymore. My vision blurs for half a second. Stars forming in my eyes and blood dripping off of my face. "Enough—" Draven's voice cuts through, but no one stops. Of course they don't. Why would they? I take another hit, this one sending me hard into the dirt again, breath leaving my lungs in a sharp, painful rush.

The data streams split, divided, became rivers that would have to be damned individually. The pursuit tightened. One car pulled alongside, close enough that Ava could see the driver's face through the glass, young, focused, professionally detached. The rear window lowered. A weapon became visible, not pointed yet, just present, just promise. "Duck," Rowan said. The word was automatic, the instruction given a thousand times in training, in simulation, in the memory of other nights like this one. Ava didn't duck. She accelerated. The sudden surge threw off the shooter's aim, the physics of momentum and surprise doing what evasion couldn't. The shot cracked against the pavement behind them, spa