Sylwanin Avatar Novels & Stories

Shane lifted his mate up into his arms and kissed her. Shane was a big man, standing at six foot five, dirty blonde hair and green eyes. He had accidentally found his mate, Isla snuck out of her house on a day that Shane happened to be passing through. He was on his way home, in his lycan form from a mission Xander sent him on. Sven refused to leave with out her, he followed the amazing smell of violets and sage. He found his mate sitting under a tree crying, he couldn't help but walk over, his snout nudging her.

" She said with a smile. "Who are you?" I forced myself to sound calm even though I was raging inside. "My name is Sulin, I am a Wolfshadan, barnish during the time of Alpha Dante. I have remained in exile ever since." She stood up like the meeting was over. "I know what you seek, come with me." It was not a request, she didn't wait to see if I'd follow, she just went her way.

"Step away from my mate and daughter, Aurora. Now." Silvano emerged from the tree line like an avenging god, his powerful frame radiating lethal intent despite the obvious pain etched into every line of his body. Even cursed and weakened, he moved with the fluid grace of an apex predator, his eyes blazing gold with alpha fire. The very air seemed to thicken around us as he approached, and I felt Isabella's small body relax against mine for the first time since I'd found them.

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. “But, but… you’re dead.”

Fucker is so overwhelmed with rage that he doesn’t even look where he is jabbing me. And then he tried to stab me in the temple, oblivious that he was about to hit me straight into my pentagram. Oh gosh, I am so glad that he is so stupid. His dagger shattered into pieces. The riled-up satan within me writhing and roaring with imminent, explosive wrath. This time round, I was not taming nor fighting Ezel, my inner demon. And then I felt him bursting out of my body in blazing lava through my skin, pentagrams on my arms and temples pulsating with magma and flames. Shackles around my body melted, and I freed myself of chains, ready to kill the motherfucker…slowly. And then, to my surprise, the A

Sydney translated for Victor who communicated with her using ASL. "I figured if there's going to be any way of reversing what was done to you then we're going to have to go to the source. Kali is probably the only one who can reverse the spell so you can get your wings back," Sylvain explained as he positioned himself in front of me. He hooked a finger beneath my chin and made sure our eyes collided, "you need to trust me. Okay?" I blinked away the tears which glazed over my eyes and stiffly nodded, "Okay."

And I knew that despite everything, it was not going to play out the way that we wanted it to. “Mia…” I said in her mind. “Sylvia.” Her wolf answered. “My name is Sylvia.” I slowed and looked at her, and it wasn’t because we gave up… no, it was a pull that I couldn’t understand. “And I would assume that you go by a different name too?” “Ares.” I answered and she nodded as she walked ahead of me, her steps calm with each step that she took. The moon dipped lower, and the pull softened into something quieter.

Sebastian revealed another bomb without any hesitation. “So, yeah, my mate, my Luna, proved the praises associated to her by saving all those lives She and Aurora, her wolf, sucked spells from their bodies, providing strength to them even when she knew that it would kill her. My Ava is worth every praise of word.” Sylvester was aggressive and proud of his words. Every single person online and in the room could feel his unconditional love and protectiveness towards his mate. Nathan furrowed his brows when he heard Ava’s wolf’s name.

Stubborn woman. The whistle sounded, and Ava went into a fighting stance. The picture she painted was so different to the softer version from yesterday, the version that had been gentle with Gideon’s young vampire. She was anxious; he could sense that from where he stood, but she still looked ready. She was going to have to speak to him after this match. If this day went like the last, there was no telling who she would be fighting next. With all the weapons involved, he had a feeling they would end up in the infirmary again. “Alpha Ezekiel.”

Chapter 22: The First Mark Silas Sydney raises her hand to quiet the pack again. "Now to our other announcement. As most of you have heard, I found my mate when I traveled to the Amaris Pack. Silas Youngblood is the third son of the Beta Youngblood family. The goddess has blessed our pack and me with a strong and capable Lumiere." The pack erupts in cheering. An Alpha couple insured stability for the pack, and heaven knows they wanted it.