Sylwanin Avatar Novels & Stories

The raven‑cloaked figure we had seen at the temple stepped forward — floating inches above the floor, no face beneath the hood, only a swirling mass of sightless blue‑fire eyes and a bony beak dripping with venom. The Raven’s Avatar — herald of the Forgotten Gods. The twins struck at once — but the Avatar lifted one skeletal arm marked with inverted runes. A cage of living shadow snapped up around them, cutting off their cries and their light, sealing them inside a silence they could not break. “LET THEM GO!” I screamed — reaching for more fire — but a cramp of terrible, wrenching pain doubled me over, dropping me to one knee. The child within me convulsed. The sapphire lines across my belly

Ambrosio laughed. He was referring to Ikapati and Mapulon, the god of seasons, prized daughter. Every Queen Aswang was connected to her: Princess Anagolay, the daughter of lost things. Anagolay was sacred to the children of the Ikapati Tribe, and the child goddess offered wandering baby aswang and humans alike special protection against Tikbalang hunters and trickster wind spirits. Catarina smiled like a knife, her violet lips, crimson eyes, and bronzy skin shining like a wind chime.

She will be happy when you find yours. - AND… - Once you can communicate, she will have a choice: stay in the spirit world or return here in rebirth. Well, now we need to get to work. The silhouette again lost its density, becoming virtually transparent, leaned a little to the side, and a transparent powerful stream rushed from it to my body. Standing next to me, I could not restrain an exclamation of pain: my body arched so that the points of contact with the surface of the bed were only the top of my head and heels, and on the verge of audibility I heard a wheezing that escaped from my throat, a gurgling, as if I was choking.

The vortex swelled and enclosed Warren, Fiona, and Homer. Just as it was about to swallow them, a gust of wind scattered it. The wind carried the presence of a primordial beast that seemed to frighten the restless souls trapped in the vortex. "Who's there?" Sylas frowned and looked around. Finding no one, he asked again, "Who did that? Show yourself." A crow in a nearby tree flapped its wings in Sylas' direction. After hearing Sylas, it stopped and croaked, "I'm not someone you can afford to cross. If you value your life, leave now. Or…"

I see a world reborn in my image. I see the war over, peace forced by fear. “Let me in,” he says, silk-wrapped and vile. “I’ll make you more than they ever let you be.” My knees nearly buckle. But then, a pulse of light surges across the floor, blue and white and holy. Sylvaine. She slams her staff into the ground, drawing a perfect circle of glyphs around me. The air crackles with ancient power,cool, sharp, and real. It cuts through the lies like frost through fever.

Her words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Damine's head. Just then, his comm device buzzed, receiving a message from David. Damine's comm chimed again with David's reply: "Alpha, I've tracked it. Sylvia left through an invitation from the Southern Sanctuary. The wolf who met her was Lena, our pack's former top healer—she left the pack three years ago to build a life in human territories and just sent Sylvia a formal invitation last month. Sylvia... she's probably already in a human settlement by now." I went back to human territory? The thought sent a fresh wave of dread through him. Knowing she was raised by humans after being abandoned, was this where I was returning? Back to w

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

It was a move that no one could question without facing charges of heresy. Carl pointed a finger straight at me. A wicked, victorious smirk twisted his lips, tearing through his fake, devout mask. "Sylvia Woodville has not shifted yet," Carl declared, his voice ringing with triumph. "But the Moon Goddess has spoken. Sylvia is my destined, unchangeable Fated Mate. She will be my Luna!"

’ I screamed, yet, not in fear, but in surrender. My body surged forward, my limbs elongating into powerful legs. My nails were no longer nails, but they were talons, capable of tearing through steel. My senses burst wide open: the scent of pine, of earth, of Boris, rich and overwhelming. The world was sharper, louder, and alive. Ultimately, it was done. I stood—not as Ashina the woman, but as Ashina the wolf. Taller than before, wild and glorious. Nyx had finally been fully awakened.

"Travis Tikaani of the Jade Moon Pack? And you are?" "Sara Adalwolf, my own alpha." She smiled and I could tell it was unnatural for her, the gesture seeming awkward on her face. "Sara Adalwolf, my mate," Travis returned her smile, his whole face lit up. "I have a feeling any opinion he has of my sister is going to be biased at this point," Alex chuckled. "Damn, who would have thought?" I replied looking between the two of them.