Sylwanin Avatar Novels & Stories

************** Letty - POV My blood boiled as I overheard Silas yearning for a weak human mate. I had done everything possible to gain Silas's never care for me, but he refused to consider my offer to be his as a real Luna and not a temporary one. Yet, I longed to be a true Luna.

Elias pushed her to her knees in front of Blake, who stood up from his chair designed as a throne and strode towards her. "Hello, niece." Blake, whose attention remained focused on Emily, spoke, crouching to her level. "You look just like her." "Who?" she asked, wondering who she was being compared to. "Why don't I tell you a story? Besides, I need something to kill time till my guard comes with the golden dirk." He rose and walked over to the window looked and looked through it. "A long time ago, someone just like you existed, your ascendant. She was an avian hybrid and you look just like her. Though she was kind, she birthed an insatiable monster; an avianwolf. He hunts down humans, phoeni

Aunt Caitlyn’s words ring in his ears for a long time after that conversation. He sighs and nods at her, accepting her suggestion as something that needs to be done. “I’ll discuss it with my pack.” He answers briefly. “Good morning, Azraiel.” A young woman appears on the staircase dressed in her pyjamas. With stark blue eyes, this woman is the exact copy of his Aunt Caitlyn. “Siobhan!” He smiles and stands up to hug his little cousin. She doesn’t have an official position in the pack yet and that’s why she wasn’t in the meeting yesterday.

His touch sparked a jolt of electricity, and I felt our connection deepen. As we walked through the garden, the scent of blooming flowers and fresh earth filled my senses. Phoenix led me to a shimmering pool of water, its surface reflecting the moon's silver glow. "This is your inner realm, Syla," he explained. "Here, you'll meet your Fae inner guide, her name is 'Whisper'." I peered into the pool, and a figure began to take shape. Whisper, my inner guide, emerged as a wispy, ethereal being with wings like a butterfly and hair like silver mist.

Sylvia held Flint in her arms as she stared intently at the screen. The moment Isabel said “Start”, Odell’s avatar immediately sprang into action and threw Isabel’s avatar off of the platform before she could even react. Isabel’s eyes immediately widened in confusion. She immediately turned to Liam and cried out, "Brother, you have to avenge me!" Only moments after she said that, Liam’s avatar was picked up off the ground by Odell’s avatar and thrown out of the platform before he could even blink.

The cold wind cuts through the trees as I run—faster than I’ve ever run before. My paws dig into the forest floor, claws slicing through roots and debris. The scent of blood, fire, and fear is thick, clinging to every breath like ash. We are no longer hiding. No longer running. We are meeting death at the threshold and daring it to blink first. I am Silvara, born of divinity, forged in the underworld, and chosen by the Moon herself. I am not just Anika’s wolf—I am her wrath, her strength, her divine right.

“Who were you after?” “A human. A meta-human,” He answered and my eyes widened. Meta? “They aren’t real-“ The other one started but the other one stopped him, still releasing harsh breaths. “Shut the fuck up, Rowley. We aren’t also real but here we are. The person seemed feminine. Smelt human but there was something else.” He started and the other groaned. “We need to finish our site. She might’ve had a spell. Not a word about this to the Alpha, he’ll have our heads,” He said walking back in the direction of the site.

Cassius gave him no ground. His eyes narrowed. "She is the daughter of Syanna." Sylvan’s sneer faltered. "Syanna... had no daughter." He shot me a venomous look, but then his eyes truly focused on my face for the first time. The glacial fury in them cracked, a flicker of stunned, impossible recognition breaking through before he shuttered it away. "She is human." The words were a desperate denial. "No," Cassius said, his voice dropping to a lethally soft tone that was more terrifying than any roar. "She is not. She is half elf."