Sylwanin Avatar Novels & Stories

I leaned against his fur, my heart full for the first time in years. Then- “Ashval… I saw him. Thorne. In Silwyn Woods. Ava showed me.” “Ava?” He chuckled softly. I frowned. "What's funny?" “There is no being named Ava in the annals of Torguyl. There is only one divine - Selene, the moon goddess. When she appeared to you, she wore sadness. The goddess’s form shifts with her emotions,” “She was grieving.” He added. My heart clenched. “Because of Thorne?”

“Calm down. I showed you those visions for a reason. If I really were evil, why would I let you see the past?” Gabe merely snarled. Sarah let out a huff of exasperation. “What you saw was my younger sister. We are twins, born within minutes of each other. We both were born with the Earth Witch abilities but with vastly different levels of power. I am Syra, the Witch of Avalon. Sarah was born with lesser powers than I. Her thirst for power to match mine led her down a twisted path of greed and deception.” Syra took a step back, beckoning for us to follow her.

But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that strength with a kind and energetic spirit, the mother of our two pups, and the most breath-takingly beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. “Hello, my love.” I say, my face breaking out into a huge grin when I see her walk through the door. That’s part of her magic – even with the craziness of vampires potentially threatening our pack, she can always make me smile simply by walking into the room. When we got the call from Scarlett that it looked like vampires had been at our southern border and to keep everyone inside, my mate jumped into full-on Beta mode, helping me strategize who should s

"Sylvia! Save him! Orson's dying!" The woman following my eldest brother came over quickly. She wore a long gown of silver-white, her brow and eyes cold as the Ancient Law's marks under moonlight. It was my sister, Sylvia, Arbiter of the elven Ancient Law, and the sole heir of our mother's Sacred Spring art.

Twyla slammed both of her hands onto the top of my desk, leaning her face close to mine. “It is nothing but a media stunt!” Twyla shouted, her breath smelling of sweet wine. “Silas Winslow is an old fool. She is the exact same pathetic, crying little slave who used to serve you hot tea in this house. She is absolutely nothing. I am your chosen mate, Torin. I am the one who is bringing the massive Vanguard army to your father’s front gates.”

It was the sound of a million people finally "Syncing." She looked down at her hands. They were just hands now. No silver runes, no basalt-glass skin, no gold-etched destiny. They were the hands of a woman who had carried the weight of two timelines and finally found a place to set them down. "You're thinking about them again," Silas said, walking up beside her. He didn't look like the "Founder" anymore. He looked like a man who had spent the afternoon gardening. There were dirt smudges on his linen trousers and a peace in his eyes that Avery had once thought impossible.

In the digital view, it was a Forge. "Welcome, Little Glitch," a voice echoed through the Spire’s comms. A figure materialized—an avatar of a woman whose skin was a scrolling ticker of "Old World" C++ code. "I am Aria. We’ve been watching your 'Season' since the first puck dropped in Oakhaven. We didn't think you'd actually make it to the Cloud." "Aria," Elara stepped forward, the silver core of Julian pulsing in her chest. "You mentioned physical bodies. Real skin. Real bone."

The pressure of the coming full moon was already making my skin crawl, and I didn't have the luxury of starting over from scratch. Just as I was about to stand up and leave in a rage, the stone suddenly groaned, and thin wisps of black smoke began to leak from the carvings. I froze, my heart hammering against my ribs, and I watched as the smoke swirled together in the center of the clearing. It thickened rapidly, taking on a humanoid shape, and the next moment, an apparition of Sylas appeared before me. He looked just as he did in life, arrogant and cold, and I felt a surge of ecstatic relief that nearly brought me to my knees. The spell had worked, and the blood had been enough after all.

’ She pressed her lips together and nodded. Her mouth itched, wanting to blurt out all the questions she had for him, and it took her all of her willpower to keep them shut. ‘Sylvan is an elite student but also a spy for the rebel. How? HOW?!’ ~ “Ok, now spill.” Layla blurted as she slammed her room door shut and stared at Sylvan. Classes were finally over for the day, and she was ready to explode with questions. “I wish they had given me a dorm like this. Cut off from the rest of the world and surrounded by nature. It’s perfect.” Sylvan wished, ogling at the interior of her room and wearing a soft smile.