Avalon
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Copyright 2021 Monica Clayton
Published by M.E. Clayton
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Warning: This book contains sexual situations and other adult themes. Recommended for 18 years of age and over.
Table of Contents
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Author's Note
Contact Me
Dedication
Story Notes
Prologue
1. Avalon/Griffin
2. Avalon/Griffin
3. Avalon/Griffin
4. Avalon
5. Griffin
6. Avalon
7. Griffin
8. Avalon
9. Griffin
10. Avalon
11. Griffin
12. Avalon
13. Griffin
14. Avalon
15. Griffin
16. Avalon
17. Griffin
18. Avalon
19. Griffin
20. Avalon
21. Griffin
22. Avalon
23. Griffin
24. Avalon
25. Griffin
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Other Books
Author’s Note
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Just a couple of things before I let you go and get your read on. While I am doing my best to work with better editing and proofreading software, all my books are solo, independent works. I write my books, proofread my books, edit my books, create the covers, etc. I have one beta who gives me feedback on my stories, but other than that, all my books are independent projects.
That being said, I apologize, in advance, for the typos, grammar inconsistencies, or any other mistakes I may make. Since writing is strictly a hobby for me, I haven’t looked into commitments in regard to publishers, editors, etc. My hope is that my stories are enjoyable enough that a few mistakes, here and there, can be overlooked. However, if you’re a stickler for grammar, my books are probably not for you.
Also, I am an avid reader-I mean an AVID reader. I love to read above any other hobby. However, the only downside to my reading obsession is when I fall in love with a series, but I have to wait for the additional books to come out. And because I feel that disappointment down to my soul, when I started publishing my works, I vowed to publish all books in my series all at once. No waiting here…LOL. Now, the exception to that will be if enough readers request additional stories based off the standalone, such as in Facing the Enemy. At that point, if I decide to move forward with a requested series, I will make sure all additional books are available all at once. As much as this is a hobby for me, I am writing these books for all of you, as well as myself.
Thank you, for everything!
Contact Me
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I really appreciate you reading my book and I would love to hear from you! Now, unfortunately, because I do have a full-time job, and a family I love spending time with, at this time, I’m afraid it would be very hard for me to maintain a multitude of social media sites. However, for the sites I do participate in, here are my social media coordinates:
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Dedication
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For everyone loves the idea of magic and love.
Story Notes
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The Rýkr Clan
Stallard – Valiant
Eamon – rich protector
Lesedi – woman of light
Avalon – island paradise
Neve – bright or snowy
Keenstone – King’s Field
Astra – star or divine strength
Calliope – beautiful voice
Griffin – mythical beast
Easton – magical power
Prologue
I was so frightened that my heart was threatening to beat out of my chest. However, there was nothing to be done about it now. The wheels have been set in motion and there was no stopping it now.
Even if they killed me.
As I fled, I reminded myself that their freedom would be worth my death if it came down to that. Happiness had a price, and it was one I was willing to pay for the chance to change things. There was a chance to break the cycle, and I was going to take it, no matter what.
The cold night air was beginning to seep into my bones, but my adrenalin was working overtime to keep me warm enough. I only had a few more miles to go and I’d be free.
They’d be free.
I tried my best to ignore the crying, but it was hard. I knew those faint echoes of wailing could tip someone off at any time, and the farther that we drove away, the more piercing they became.
However, the babies in the basket, perched in the backseat, were quiet as could be and the maternal part of me still felt regret over drugging them, no matter how small the amount was. Still, there’d been no help for it. I couldn’t risk their cries alerting someone to my plan.
I swallowed the lump in my throat as I realized that in just a few short minutes I was never going to see them again. They were going to be granted their freedom, and because I’d never be granted mine, I was never going to see those precious babies ever again.
When this plan had started forming in my mind a year ago, I had contemplated going with them. I had entertained the idea of all of us being together in a place where we’d be happy. A place where we’d be safe, and they would want for nothing. And it had been a real possibility. Or it had been until it had been announced who they were going to be bound to.
That had changed everything.
I knew they’d stop at nothing to find the girls and it’d be too easy to find them with me still in the picture versus setting them free altogether. So, I’d made the biggest sacrifice a mother could make in order to save her children.
Finally, driving up the abandoned dirt road, I turned off all the lights to the used truck and pulled up under an old willow tree, doing my best to hide the truck.
I turned in my seat and stretched across the medium to check on the girls. I pulled back the blanket, and they were still sleeping peacefully, cuddled together, beautiful opposites.
Covering them back up, I climbed out of the truck, anxiousness threatening my balance. And when I saw a pair of headlights making their way up the road, I feared I was going to pass out. In the back of my head, the cries were getting louder, and I knew it was only a matter of time before someone went to check on their uncontrollable wailing.
Tears erupted when I saw a man get out of the driver’s side door, a woman following immediately on the other side. They looked as frightened as I felt but I had n
o time to reassure them. Time was of the essence and if I didn’t hurry this along, I’d never be able to go through with it.
The couple approached me, and the husband said, “Pulled from a junkyard just like you instructed.”
I nodded. “Everything they need is in the truck.”
He walked around me to go get everything needed from the truck. The wife walked up to me and took my hands in hers. We’ve never exchanged names because the less I knew, the better for when I was questioned.
Because I knew I’d be questioned.
“I…I swear to you, we will do right by your girls,” she promised. “We’ll guard them always.”
I didn’t comment or move when she walked past me to get the basket from the backseat of the truck. It wasn’t until everything had been transferred that I remembered the book. I rushed to grab it, then raced over to the car.
The husband rolled down the window and took the book. Unable to look in the backseat where the wife was now sitting, cradling the basket in her arms, I told him, “On their eighteenth birthday, you give that to them. Promise me.” He nodded. “Everything you need to know about them is in that book.”
“I just want to say-”
I turned and fled back to the truck. I didn’t want to hear it. I couldn’t. I needed to get away before I changed my mind. Before the cries drove me mad.
Chapter 1
Avalon – (Six Years Old)~
“My eyes change colors,” I told Momma. “It’s pretty.”
Momma got on her knees in front of me. Momma was pretty, too. She didn’t have hair like mine, but she was still pretty. “They only change when you move things,” she said. “And do you remember what we said about you moving things, Avalon?”
I did remember. “I can only move things when I’m at home. Nowhere else.”
Momma smiled. “Right,” she said because I got the answer right. “You can practice at home, but you can’t move things at school or around your friends.”
“But I can move things around Neve,” I said. “Because she’s my sister.”
Momma smiled again. “Yes, Avalon. You can move things if you’re with Neve. But only with Neve, me, or Daddy.”
“Will I get in trouble if I move things and other people can see?” I didn’t want to get in trouble, but I liked moving things. It was fun. I liked to watch them fly in the air. I liked to play jokes, too.
Momma stopped smiling. “You won’t get in trouble, but someone might take you away if they can see you moving things, honey.”
I hugged Momma. “I don’t want anyone taking me away,” I cried. “I love you. I love you and Daddy. I don’t want to go anywhere.”
Momma hugged me back. “Then you have to make sure you don’t let anyone see you moving things, Avalon,” she said again. “It has to stay a secret.”
“Okay,” I told her because I really didn’t want anyone taking me away. “I promise I’ll only move things when I’m home.”
Momma gave me a squeeze. “Let’s get dinner ready for Daddy, yeah?”
I let her go and went to go get Neve. “I’ll go get Neve.”
Momma stood up. “I’ll be in the kitchen waiting for you girls.”
I ran up the stairs to go get Neve, so she could help with dinner. Making dinner for Daddy was always so much fun.
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Griffin – (Six-Years-Old)~
“Why do my eyes change colors, Mom?”
“It’s a reflection of the change in energy when you’re using your powers, Griffin,” she said, and I didn’t know what that meant. “They only change when you’re using your gifts.”
“I have presents?” It wasn’t Christmastime or my birthday.
Mom came and sat down next to me in the study. “I meant your powers, Griffin. Powers are also referred to as gifts.”
“Oh.” I still didn’t know what that meant but that was okay.
“And you remember what we said about your powers?” she asked me.
“That I can’t use them all the time,” I answered. “I have to be careful with them.”
Mom nodded. “Exactly,” she said. “Never forget who you are, son.”
“I’m special.” Mom and Dad were always telling me and Easton that we were special little boys. We can do things that no one else can do. We were like superheroes.
“You are very special.” Mom smiled. “Not only do you have special powers, but you’re also a prince, Griffin. You’re royalty.”
“But not a real prince,” I said because I didn’t have a kingdom. I knew kings and princes were supposed to have kingdoms. That’s how it was in the cartoons I watched.
“But you do have a kingdom, Griffin,” she said. “It’s just a little different from most other kingdoms.” I didn’t know what that meant but I believed her.
“Can Easton and I go play in the lake today?” There was a white lake by our house that always had warm water.
“If you do well with your lessons today, you may,” she said.
“What day is today?” I had a lot of lessons every day at school.
“It’s Wednesday, so you’ll be working on moving things today.”
I could feel my eyes go big and change colors. “I’m going to do really good today, Mom.”
“Quit looking into the future, Griffin,” she said. “That’s cheating, son.”
Chapter 2
Avalon – (Ten Years Old)~
I knew I was in trouble. Whenever Mom and Dad sat us down on the living room table, and they sat on the couch, looking at us, we were in trouble.
“Avalon, you can’t be pushing people at school,” Dad said. “Someone can get hurt that way.”
“I told him not to touch me, Dad,” I told him. “I told him I didn’t like boys like him, but he didn’t listen to me.”
“Why didn’t you tell the teacher, honey?” Mom asked. “She could have helped you.”
“I did tell her, Mom. I told Mrs. Yardly that Thomas was bugging me, but she didn’t care.”
“Well, Thomas’ parents are upset that you pushed him, Avalon,” Dad said. “But-”
“Then they should tell him not to touch girls who don’t like him,” I said, mad that I was getting in trouble for stupid Thomas Johnston. “It hurt, Dad.”
Dad looked over at Mom, then looked at me again. “Did…he hurt you?”
“The teacher said he just hugged you, Avalon,” Mom said. “Is that a lie?”
I shook my head. “No,” I said. “He hugged me, but it hurt.”
“He…did he hug you too tight? Is that it?” Dad asked.
I shook my head again. “No. He…” I rubbed where my heart was. “It hurt inside here,” I told them. “When Thomas hugged me, it hurt inside my heart.”
Dad leaned closer to me. “It hurt your heart?”
I nodded. “Like…like when you poke a bruise.” I wasn’t sure if I was explaining it right, but that was the best I could come up with.
“Like…an ache?” Mom asked.
I shrugged. “I guess.”
“Just Thomas or…or all boys?” Dad asked.
“All the boys,” I told him. “But…the other boys don’t bother me after I tell them to leave me alone. Only Thomas did.”
“Oh, my,” Mom whispered.
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Griffin – (Ten-Years Old)~
“Griffin Keenstone.”
I winced.
I knew I was in trouble.
I rolled over and sat down on the edge of my bed, looking up at Mom. “Yeah, Mom?”
She planted her hands on her hips. “Do not ‘Mom’ me, son. Did you tell Penrose Gallagher that she was nothing but an ugly frog who got loose from the swamp?”
“Mom-”
“You do not treat girls that way, Griffin,” she said in that voice that wasn’t yelling but it was yelling. “We did not raise you to disrespect women.”
“She keeps saying she wants to be my girlfriend,” I told her. “I don’t want her to be my girlfriend.”
“That’s still no excuse to be cruel, Griffin,” Mom said. “Especially, to a girl. Do you understand me?”
“Fine,” I said, mad that she was making me be nice to a girl who wasn’t nice. “But tell her to quit trying to touch me. I don’t like it.”
Mom looked confused. “You don’t…like it?”
I shook my head. “She tries to hold my hand and I don’t like it.”
Mom sat down next to me on my bed. “What don’t you like about it, Griffin?”
I rubbed my chest. “It…it feels…when she touches me, it feels like someone hit me in the chest.” It didn’t hurt like falling off my bike or something. It just felt…like I couldn’t breathe kind of.
“Is this just with Penrose or are there other girls-”
“I don’t like any of them touching me,” I told her. “And why do they want me to be their boyfriend? It’s stupid.”
“Oh, God…it didn’t work,” Mom whispered, and I didn’t know what she was talking about.
“What didn’t work?”
“Nothing, my sweet boy,” she said. “Nothing.”
Chapter 3
Avalon – (Fourteen Years Old)~
“Something has to be wrong with us. How can there not be?”
My brows shot up. “Ya think?”
Neve rolled her eyes. “Besides the obvious,” she retorted.
“What else could possibly be wrong with us that is more astounding than what is already wrong with us, Neve?” I mean, seriously. We were a mess.
“Why don’t we like boys?” she asked. Neve sat up on my bed and crossed her legs, eyeing me as she asked, “Why don’t we have boyfriends.”
I eyed her back from where I was sitting at my desk in my room. “We’re not even allowed to have boyfriends until we’re sixteen,” I pointed out. “So, what does it matter?”
“But why don’t we like anyone?” she asked again. “Like…like Timothy Martin is soooooo cute, but I don’t get excited when he talks to me.” Neve shrugged. “Why don’t I get excited when he talks to me?”
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