Sylwanin Avatar Novels & Stories

Then he shoved his hands into his pockets, let out a low whistle, and joined the line. Sylvan and his gray wolf emerged from behind the stone pillar. The wolf still had scraps of bowstring stuck to its muzzle. As the man and beast passed me, the wolf touched its nose to my fingers. Cold. Wet. Sylvan said nothing. He just looked at me once. Then he and his wolf took the outermost flank of the formation. Dorian jumped down from the altar, his control panel tucked under his arm. His four remaining drones dropped into a low hover formation overhead. He pushed up his glasses. The heart-rate monitor on his wrist was still flashing. But he said nothing as he passed me.

I saw names I recognized from the Ravine’s histories, and thousands I didn't. In the very center of the hall, resting on a dais of solid light, was a sarcophagus. It wasn't made of stone or metal, but of frozen "Holy Fire." Beside the sarcophagus stood a guardian. It wasn't a biological being, but a construct of pure silver energy—an "Avatar of the First Mother." "You have arrived late, Elena of the Mud," the Avatar spoke, its voice a resonance that bypassed our helmets and vibrated directly in our skulls. "The Diaspora has withered. The Line has frayed. Why have you come to the Grave?"

I cried over and over, rocking back and forth. “I’m trying to help you Jane,” the man said gently, but not moving toward me. “Zevir and I want to help you. Tell us how we can do that Jane.” I lifted my tear-stained face at him. “I’m not Jane. I’m Soraya Wane of the Silverpine Pack.” I tucked my head back into my knees, my wails keening as the loss of my wolf finally hit me. He backed up into the wall; his face had that stricken look to it again.

' He would rather die a thousand times than live in such humiliation. With great effort, he turned his head. In a dim corner of the cave, a shadow moved in silence. It was the forest guardian entity. The creature whose body was made of a weave of roots and moss was grinding some glowing leaves in a stone bowl, its movements slow, reverent, and completely undisturbed by Rayden's awakening. Rayden tried to call out, but his throat felt like sandpaper. "Where… am I?" The figure, whom he would come to know as Sylvan, did not turn.

Before everything. But the forest trembled again, this time in warning. Time didn’t like what she’d done. A voice, distant but rising, began to chant—familiar, cruel. “Undo. Undo. Undo.” Selena stood, gripping Cael’s hand. “They’re coming,” he said. “The Spiral saw us reunite.” Above them, the sky cracked open like an egg, thread-thin figures emerging—hollowed avatars of the old gods. They screamed without mouths, carrying blades made of memory razors.

Chapter 4 : The Past Aqua didn't always have to hide who she was. She didn't always have to keep secrets. There was a time when her life was filled with laughter, love, and the open embrace of her unique heritage. Born in the hidden town of Silver Cove , Aqua grew up surrounded by family and friends who cherished her for who she was. Her striking white hair, a mark of her lineage, was a source of pride, not something to be concealed.

“'I'm really sorry, Gineth. You got scolded because of me. I was just fascinated by the trees. I didn't realize I had wandered so far from you.” “It's okay! I'm used to getting scolded anyway! Just don't be mad at Kuya! Stop picking fights with him! He's really nice!” When I shifted my gaze to Silas, he was panting while looking at me. I held my breath and tried to cool my flushed cheeks. His lips parted slightly. He’s breathing heavily while intensely staring at me. His hair and body were covered in sweat. His pants were clinging loosely on his waist, revealing the waistband of his boxer briefs. I took a deep breath because I couldn't contain myself.

'' Sylvia said. ''It's okay… don't be sad. Now, you know the kind of person you're dealing with and you must do everything to protect yourself and that of your pack. You are the Luna of the Vetus pack and you have so much energy in you. Use it Sylvia.'' he said. Sylvia couldn't help but think that it was a charge, an awakening, a wake up call for her to take things at hand. ''I will, thank you Alpha.'' Sylvia smiled.

, she replied quickly, her eyes bowing to him. “Name?” “Alexavia”, “Alexavia”, he mumbled and smoked from his pipe. “What is she doing here?” He continued. “She um….” Sylvia paused and glanced behind me. then back at Him. “She wants to be a part of the clan, Alpha Leo”, she added. “We don’t need no rookie, Sylvia. Alpha Leo made himself clear”, the lady sitting next to him said rhetorically. “Let me do the talking, Tracy ”, The alpha chipped in immediately and she clamped her mouth shut.