The Mists Of Avalon Novels & Stories

Avalon tries to sit up, but he's still weak and the movement makes him sway. "Your Majesty," Avalon says, his voice hoarse. "I apologize for the intrusion. I never meant to cause problems—" "Silence." Queen Lydia's gaze could freeze fire. "I am not speaking to you, traitor. I am speaking to the omega who thought it was appropriate to harbor an enemy of our people." My heart starts pounding. "He's not an enemy. He helped prevent a war—" "He is the son of Lord Ravenscrest, a man who planned to destroy everything we hold dear. The fact that he claims to have betrayed his father means nothing. It could all be an elaborate lie, a way to infiltrate our territory and gather intelligence."

“One we used to think was just lore. But now…” Ezra pulls out an old, leather-bound book and places it on the table. I recognize it as part of the books Miren had given us yesterday. I lean forward. The pages are faded, ancient. He turns to a marked section and reads aloud: ‘When the child of moon and mist returns, her howl shall split the skies and bring reckoning to those who feared her rise. She will stand between sun and shadow, peace and war. The blood of ancients will stir through her veins and the lost shall rise behind her.’

A cold, unnatural wind howled through the broken arches. The Temple of Ruin. Ava drew a shaky breath. This was it. The place where destiny would either crown her or crush her. Her horse shifted nervously beneath her, sensing the unnatural energy that saturated the place. Without a word, Ava slid from the saddle and started forward. Her boots crunched over the wet, broken stones, each step louder than the last. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a warning — or a promise. And then, from the mist, a figure emerged.

"I don't like this silence. It's the kind that means something's waiting." Ashton's jaw clenched. "Whatever it is, we'll face it together." The path twisted suddenly, forcing them onto a narrow ledge overlooking a sheer drop. Below, the valley floor was cloaked in mist, the river snaking like a silver ribbon through the ancient forest. Ava paused, gripping a jagged rock for support, and looked out over the vast wilderness. "Look at this," she murmured. "So much untouched... but the corruption is creeping even here."

The mist seemed to close in around them, the shadows shifting and deepening with every step. Just when she thought she couldn’t bear the silence any longer, Hazel stopped abruptly, her hand raised in a warning. Aveline halted, pulling her children close, her eyes scanning the darkness. For a moment, there was only silence. Then, a figure emerged from the mist—a creature with glowing eyes and a massive, hulking form. It was unlike anything Aveline had ever seen, its body covered in dark fur that seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows. Its eyes glowed a sickly yellow, fixed on them with an almost human intensity.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

"Kristin answer me!" Made...lyn.... You...kil..lled..mmme... The whisper grows higher and higher as we walk longer and longer. My muscles stained, I blink less. I try to concentrate but hard to focus my body going weaker I collapse the entire vision in front of me darkened. Madelyn..nn... Yoouuu...kill..lled...mme... The whispers were the last thing that I could hear before I go into the deep darkness of unconsciousness.

So tired that I just wanted to sleep for eternity. The steam was filling the room in a wet cloud. I morphed the clouds into animals having them float around the room. I smiled as a raven swooped around made just of clouds. Such a beautiful bird it was... A knock sounded from the door. I closed my eyes not moving to open it. “Valerie open the door or I am coming in.” Justin spoke. My mind was elsewhere. I would probably never leave this castle. Jumping out the window may be better than fighting against fate. If I was lucky the wind would catch me and bring me far away to safety. Far far away.

Carriages and horses packed here and there, men were smartly dressed and attended to their different businesses. There were no dragons in all the wonderful colours you can imagine, in the most beautiful patterns, Avalon was dull and bereft of loud colours of any kind. Heavens forbid that you wear bright yellow or neon green, the fountain in the middle of the street did not have water all the time like Islandia did. It did not have the beautiful waterfalls where she and Dragomir had laid side by side and she had felt immense pleasure.

I lightly slapped his cheeks and his eyes fluttered open before they slid shut again and he fell unconscious. I growled loudly as I glared inside the house. I turned towards the house in fury. Avalyn was standing at the threshold of the house and the beach in her all glory. White dress and silver hair. Her liquid blue eyes were spitting fire at us. The weather seemed to agree with her. The sky had darkened with clouds and lightning flashed in the sky, followed by a deep rumble of thunder. Is this her doing? Is Ava doing this? I looked at her. The weather didn't seem to bother her at all. And behind her was Natalia. She was lying on the ground on her hands and knees, murmuring something to Av