The Mists Of Avalon Novels & Stories

I open my eyes and take the card out of the blinding glow, and as my brain registers the card it looks blank, but I do as tradition states, spin around and hold it in the air for all to see. The gasps and the yelling starts, and I don’t understand why, so I bring the card down to my eye level and watch it. The card is black with what looks like six white silhouettes on it. There are colors beginning to swirl within each of the white silhouettes. Glancing up I see six figures walking toward me, but I can’t make out who they are. “Mistress to the Veil! The whore and her men must be sacrificed! You know the law! Kill the betrayers!”

Or just me because I’m an alpha female. I was so lost in my fantasies, I totally forgot I was supposed to be preparing for my mini shopping. “Mia? You ready? Let’s go!” Sissy said, peeping through my door. “I’ll be with you shortly sissy,” I said, checking out my final look in the mirror and applying my favourite fragrance while throwing in my keys and cards in my purse then headed out. “I think red is bold and beautiful,” sissy said, touching a red dress on the dresser admiringly.

And after walking for hours, a drop of their blood on the spot where Monkshood and wolfsbane grew wild was the only way a dark pitch black portal opened up to them. Normal humans would pass by the veil and not notice. They wouldn't even go near the borders of Avalon because of the repelling magic that had taken twelve powerful mages to spell. According to history, they had died on the spots, their blood soaking in the ground and forming a circle of protection for Avalon. A formidable spell that would make Avalon unnoticed among humans and other supernaturals alike. Everett looked at the magnificent gate in wonder. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever thought that he would be crossing the

“My name is Ryder Williams, future alpha of the Blue Crescent pack.” My jaw dropped. A future alpha? I’ve been arguing with a future alpha? Oh God, this was bad. Man, I should’ve never wondered if this day could get worse. I tempted Fate, and she answered. Perhaps I deserve to be called Missy Mistake after all. “Oh,” was my brilliant response after a moment of mental scrambling. I tried to remember everything Harry told me about alphas. My gaze lowered and I pulled my shoulders in close to me to seem smaller and less threatening. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…”

ANGELINA'S POV: "Avareen. A Kingdom of beauty and wonder. A place where creatures can exist without the human beings even knowing of our existence. The humans live in a seperate world. Only seperated by a gateway that is known only to the royals and the elders. The people of Avareen are able to enter the gateway but once they go through, they cannot return. Their powers are stripped and they must live the rest of their existence as a human being. Usually the only times that the Avarinians end up crossing the gateway is either due to banishment for a misuse of their powers or by simple choice. Wishing to live a life free of magic but those cases are very rare. There is another form of banishm

“You’re in Avalon.” Serena’s breath caught in her throat. She had heard of Avalon before. Faint whispers in council meetings, old stories told by elders. A hidden land, governed by no Alpha, protected by ancient enchantments. If she truly was in Avalon, then she was leagues away from home. “Is… is Valerian your king?” she asked. Her voice was barely audible. The woman shook her head slowly. “I don’t know of this Valerian. You must be from the north?”

The summer before my final Senate session was the summer Kade and I went back to Italy alone. Not Amalfi. The Cinque Terre, five villages on a cliff face above the Mediterranean, reached by train and ferry and steep stone steps that felt ancient underfoot because they were. We had been talking about going for five years and we had never found the right window and this summer the window appeared because the children were old enough for two weeks with Eloise and Killian and James was at his engineering summer program anyway.

Draken turned his head to me, “Sleep, Ava. Tomorrow, the hunt begins.” The dawn didn't bring light; it brought a heavy fog that spread over the high stone walls, swallowing the courtyard whole. My shoulder still throbbed with a dull burn as the lingering effects of the wolfsbane ash deepened. but I refused to show it. Maya had dressed the wound in fresh linens under Draken's watchful eye before the sun had even broken the horizon. When I entered the grand library for the morning's history and lineage lesson, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Lady Morgana sat at the long mahogany table, her reading spectacles balanced on her sharp nose, a heavy, ledger opened in front of her.

“That demon beside you killed our mother! You should be killing him, not me! He killed our mother, Anaiah! Your own blood and flesh!” “My name is Althea Vitali, daughter of the witch of the Red Mountain! And I will make you pay for killing her!” The black mists on my palms smoothly glide out of them and swoosh flawlessly toward her. She stepped away from the tree, her eyes widening, before turning her body around and running away. “Stop!” She screamed as the mist chased her. She was still bound by the rope, so she couldn’t run fast, and she eventually tripped on a protruding root of a tree. She fell face down on the ground, making the mist catch up with her.

Veronica was severely burned, and in her desperation, she took James down with her. By the time everything was over, Monica and I had already moved on to our next destination. The view ahead was even better.