Sons Of Avalon Novels & Stories

, Javaid asked. Aileen walked closer, “The point is father has killed a lot of people…” “Do not flatter me Aileen”, he beamed with smiles, then he turned to look at Cleopatra, a serious look on his face, “Who might these unfortunate people be and why didn’t I kill you then?” “You killed my parents in Avalon!”, she shot back at him. “Avalon”, he played with the word in his tongue. It was one place he would never forget. How could he?, He walked

She was one of them, they trusted her. I would pity her but I knew she was lying. She was questioning our bond. And no one can do that. Nik's hand found mine as he stared straight at her. "You all are standing in front of a Faye royalty." He announced at I felt the shock of everyone around us. "Avalyn is the granddaughter of King Faelern and Queen Fiyona of the Faye Kingdom. She is the daughter of Alpha Javier and Luna Valerie of Montana, who are the rightful King and Queen of Voda Kingdom. We have nothing to prove to any of you but I will not tolerate false allegations against my mate—Avalyn Volkov." He focused the fury of his eyes on Davina. "Any form disrespect to your Luna is a punishabl

"If they rejected you, it's because they could see through your act." The slap that followed was hard enough to snap Avaline's head to the side, leaving a red handprint on her cheek. But still she remained upright, her spine straight despite the abuse. "You know what I think?" Solaya continued, circling her victim like a hawk. "I think you sent your little bastard daughter to curry favor with them. I could smell her scent all over their room." "Aida would never go near those monsters," Avaline said fiercely, her maternal instincts overriding her fear.

I discovered that my own father, King Avalon, was plotting to attack the peaceful realm of Porthove, with the vile intention of slaying their noble king, Alpha Devon. The weight of that revelation struck me with a force I had never known before. I knew I had to act swiftly, to warn Alpha Devon of the impending danger that loomed over his kingdom. Ignoring the risks, I embarked on a perilous journey, with the hope of thwarting my father's sinister plot.

Chris Walton had no idea that he was dealing with the grandson of Giovanni De La Cruz. Had he known, he would have thought twice before crossing him. But Walton, blinded by his own arrogance and by his considerable power and influence. He was unaware of the seriousness of his misstep. His belief in his own untouchability led him to underestimate Josh, disrespecting him in ways he wouldn’t have dared if he had been aware of Josh’s formidable lineage. Walton’s arrogance came from his perception that he had ascended to a level of power where few could challenge him, and this delusion of invulnerability fueled his disrespect.

Kidnapping me and tying me to her was an act only Ava Petrakis can do. Shaking my head, I schooled my features as we neared the palatial home I grew up in. Ava pressed her face on the window as she stared at the green fields of our hacienda. Vineyards, plants and horses grazed our land as we neared the quaint home in Hacienda de Avalon My mother was a Spanish noble from the Avalon clan and my father a Greek-American. Despite my blonde hair from my father, I was every inch a Spanish man with blue eyes and creamy tanned skin.

“The Blood Queen.” —THE RIVAL HEIR The name fell like thunder. Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “You mean… Raven’s line?” Oryn nodded. “She lives. The daughter you thought was lost. Hidden in the ice realms. Trained in shadow. Raised to burn your world down.” Ava staggered back. “She’s my cousin,” she whispered. “Or worse—my sister.” “And she’s coming for your crown.” —THE CHOICE Oryn raised his hand, summoning an orb of starlight. In it, Ava saw a battlefield drenched in blood. Her mates—dead. Her people—burning. A silver-eyed girl, cloaked in black fire, standing over a broken throne.

I love you so much Ivar, and there is nothing that you will ever do to make me angry," she said. After some minutes of pure emotional display, we broke off the hug, while wiping our tears and sniffing our noses. I watched my mother go to her room where she brought out a very old-looking native pot. She set it down on a table and opened it. She brought out some black baby hair and a white cloth stained with what I assume is blood. "Ivar, I, your mother today release you from every enchantment, curse, or spell, by my, doing or any other person under the planet or anywhere in the world, be it living or dead, you are free to be who you were born to be. Ivar Owens, first of his kind, First son of

“No, that can’t be right, I’m only seeing the alpha’s son today.” “That’s me, I’m the son of Alpha Calian, I’m Athan.”