by Ava Walsh
Helen grinned at her and did the same spell again. This was one stronger and Avalon fell flat on her back, wheezing and coughing. The blue crackle of the fighting ring sizzled just above her head. She flung a spell back at her opponent, buying time to scramble to her feet and rush away from the dome. When Helen sent another spell at her, she dropped to her knees and closed her eyes, focusing on her own shield.
Calm, she thought. Anger. Tuck it away. Fear. Tuck it away. Vaughn. He's not in danger. Tuck him away.
She breathed out, listening to a rapid tapping all around her. When she opened her eyes she was shielding in brilliant golden light. A swarm of green buzzing bees launching themselves against it.
Helen's face twisted, manipulating her hands like a puppet master, but even when the shape of a giant bear in black rose from the ground and crashed against the shield, Avalon stood firm.
"We all have different strengths," Avalon said, more to herself than to Helen. A surge of triumph ran through her as Helen screamed in anger.
Avalon spread her fingers wide, capturing all the loose dirt and rocks that were around her. Helen's eyes widened as Avalon lifted the debris and shot it at her. Hands flashed and a shield formed between her and the debris–but even as the rocks and twigs froze in mid-air, Avalon was letting them go and grabbing hold of something else.
Helen shrieked as her feet left the ground. She wove the shield tighter around herself, but Avalon felt no break in her concretion. The shield was only good against fire magic or physical attack.
Levitation was of the earth, not fire.
Avalon hurled Helen from the ring before the other witch could figure out what was happening.
The blue dome broke as Helen went through it. Avalon grinned, laughing in triumph. She'd won! She had won and she hadn't even needed to use offensive magic.
Vaughn was right! She just needed to use her own strengths and forget about what she couldn't do. Just be confident in what she could do!
Helen scrambled to her feet, her face twisting in fury. "She cheated! Physical attacks were not allowed!"
"Physical contact between us wasn't allowed," Avalon shot back. "Face it, Helen, you just weren't as good as you thought."
The white-haired women behind Helen shook their heads and muttered to each other, glaring at Helen. She glanced over her shoulder at them, then clenched her fists and whirled back to Avalon.
"This isn't over!"
"Unless you plan to keep trying to kill me, it is!"
Helen's face paled. There was a collective silence. Every eye seemed to be on Helen, but even as she began a nervous laughter, George strode from the sidelines.
"It'll be over if you die now!"
He sprang at her, white wings sprouting from his back, clothes shredding as he doubled, then tripled, in size. The wyvern screamed at her, a poisonous sting shooting from the back of his throat. Avalon threw up her hands, ripping a chunk of dirt from the ground and hurling it into the stinger's path.
A Red Dragon barreled into the wyvern, fire billowing from its mouth. Vaughn.
Avalon opened her mouth to call his name but a pair of arms wrapped around her, dragging her away. She struggled instinctively until she saw it was Stane. He pulled her out of harm's way and began herding her and her mother back towards the hummer where her father waited.
"No!" Avalon twisted away. "Vaughn!"
When she turned back she saw George on his back, kicking and screaming at Vaughn. The Red Dragon's jaws clenched around the wyvern's neck. A snap rang across the field. Helen screamed and the wyvern jerked, trembled and grew still.
"George!" A swirl of fire surrounded Helen and she screamed again.
The white-haired women stepped forward and lifted their hands as one. Helen dropped, eyes rolling into the back of her head. Avalon thought she was dead, but her chest still moved.
"Avalon," Elaine muttered, tugging on her arm. "Come on."
Avalon shook her mother off and faced the Ladies of the Lake. Her fists trembled.
"Is this what you want?" she screamed at them. "For people to die? For your own children to be killed before your eyes? It's not bad enough that you try to kill me by sending that wyvern after me, but now—"
"If the wyvern attacked it was at Helen's bidding, not ours," one of the women interrupted. "You have proven yourself worthier than she to hold the keys of Albian. We withdraw our petition against the House Grey."
Several of them were still staring at Helen in disgust. Vaughn glided over the battlefield to where Avalon was. He brushed his muzzle against her hair and she pressed a hand to his cheek, gratitude welling in her heart. Patches of scales were missing and he bled at a few places, but he was otherwise unharmed.
"You were right," Stane muttered to his nephew. "The assassination attempts were one impatient girl. Look at the others. She ruined their plans to reveal themselves at a more opportune time. I'll bet they cut all contact with her."
Avalon gazed at Helen's crumpled body and couldn't help but feel pity for her. "She's paid a high price for her actions. Her brother is dead."
"And she is going to jail. You can be certain of that." Elaine's glare was fierce. "Vaughn, take Avalon away. I'll deal with this mess."
***
The flight home had been bad, but soon Avalon was laying in her own bed, tucked in beside Vaughn's warm body. His cuts and scrapes were all bandaged up, and when Avalon had suddenly begun shaking he'd put her to bed and climbed in after her, holding her while she sobbed.
She wasn't even sure why she was crying–thinking about how George and Helen, people she knew, wanted to kill her was bad enough, but she also could not get Helen's anguished scream when George died, out of her mind.
Eventually, she stilled and Vaughn kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"If I had protected you like I should have, none of this would have happened."
Avalon pressed her fingers to his lips. "You did protect me. I'm alive. That's your job."
"But if you had someone more experienced—"
This time, she cut him off with a kiss. "I don't want someone more experienced. I want you. I want to be with your forever. I love you."
Vaughn's eyes widened a little, then he kissed her back, fevered and passionate.
"I love you, too." A grin spread across his face, a smug twinkle in his eyes. "So… does this mean you're my girlfriend?"
"Of course!" She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in as close as she could. "Of course, of course."
Chapter Eleven
In the end, Helen was imprisoned for life. She confessed to the attempted assassinations of Avalon in exchange for a plea deal. Had she been found guilty without the deal, her memories and magic would have been erased.
The Ladies of the Lake disappeared back to wherever they had come from. Stane and Elaine were reasonably certain that they would not cause any more trouble for a long, long time, now that Helen had blown things for them politically.
Avalon and Vaughn returned to Ma-Vic and all the teachers were shocked at the leaps and bounds in Avalon's control of her magic. Vaughn was very smug about it, constantly reminding her that he had told her all along she just needed more confidence in herself.
They shared a room and a bed now and to Avalon's relief, her parents approved. Although they weren't so keen on the two of them sharing a bed when they returned home for visits.
The months flew by and before Avalon knew it, it was Samhain Eve. As children got dressed up as characters from TV and ran around demanding candy, she was back in the UK, staying at her family's ancient castle, staring at the dress she had chosen to wear for the ceremony.
It was a stunning blue velvet, inspired by the medieval style with an empire waist, a heavily beaded and embroidered skirt, and a corset lace-up back. She looked stunning in it, but now she was finding it difficult to breathe, and wondered if she should have gone for the less constricting black dress her mother had favored.
I'm
going to be sick.
Maybe she shouldn’t have skipped lunch. She'd been too nervous to eat, but maybe this queasiness wouldn’t be so bad if she had something in her stomach. Or maybe she'd just empty it.
She jumped when the door opened, but it was only Vaughn. She breathed out a sigh of relief. "How much longer?"
"An hour. You're beautiful," he added.
"Thanks. My looks aren't what I'm worried about, though." Avalon turned to the mirror and brushed her fingers through her hair, straightening a few stray strands.
"What are you worried about?"
"I've known since I was five years old that this would happen someday. I used to imagine what it would be like. But now that it's actually going to happen…"
"Reality is different than imagination."
"Twenty just seems far too young. I haven't even lived my life yet. I don't have the experience and wisdom I need to take on all this responsibility. Like, I know I hold the keys and all that, but what happens if Arthur wants to come back and I don't realize it? What if I do realize it and I forget the spell to activate the keys? What if I die and the keys are lost forever?"
Vaughn laughed, which did not help her mood and kissed her, which did. "You're not going to die. Trust me, I won't let that happen. Ever. You and I are going to have a long, happy life together. No arguments," he added as she opened her mouth. "I say we're going to be happy and that's that."
Avalon couldn't help but smile.
"Now," he continued. "Why don't you get dressed and come socialize while we wait for the ceremony? I think your mom is as nervous as you are."
She nodded and kissed him once more before he left. When he was gone the flutter of nerves churned her stomach again, but it wasn't so bad this time.
Soon she would be the guardian of the keys to Albian. After that, she would go to Oxford University and brush up on her history of the world. She would start attending formal conferences and diplomatic parties in a more official capacity than she had before.
All that would work itself out. She knew it would. Vaughn would be with her, protecting her and comforting her, while her mother would help her navigate the political field.
"I am a Lady Grey and I come from a noble heritage," Avalon whispered to herself, straightening her shoulders and raising her chin. "I will not be cowed by my own fears. What will come will come and I will be ready for it all."
***
The attending press went crazy as soon as she entered the ballroom. Avalon smiled and waved, but when they asked how she was feeling, all she'd tell them was that she was confident and excited for her future. She spent only ten minutes with them before her mother came and rescued her, pulling her to meet the guests.
The next hour seemed to pass in a blur. Before she knew it, Avalon and her mother were being led down a garden path, lined with late-blooming geraniums, to a small pond. This was where the ceremony had always taken place from generation to generation.
Avalon's father squeezed her hand as they got to the pond. Clear blue water was edged by cattails and the full moon hung low in the sky. It was a good sign, the full moon landing on the Samhain Eve when she would receive her birthright. Frogs croaked and crickets chirped.
Stane and Vaughn helped Elaine and Avalon into a small rowboat and gently pushed them adrift in the pond. Elaine leaned over, brushing the water with her fingertips. A thick mist rose, shrouding them. Soon the shore could not be seen and the sounds of whispering died away.
The boat stopped with a gentle thump and Avalon gasped. They had landed on an island. It seemed like just a tiny patch of land, but on the ground were a set of intricate golden gates. Rubies and sapphires winked at her and the whole gate seemed to glow.
"These are the gates to Albian," Elaine whispered. "The keys aren't a spell or a physical object. They're the ability to come here, to find this place wherever you are. It's easier via water, though. Come."
Elaine stepped from the boat and led Avalon to the gates. Peering through the worked gold, Avalon saw a land too beautiful for her to comprehend. Every fiber in her body ached to step through and be in that land. In the distance a figure lay atop a table, sleeping.
"King Arthur," Elaine said, putting a hand on Avalon's shoulder. "He sleeps for the day when he's meant to return."
"How will I know if he wakes?"
"You'll know. That's part of the magic. But you do more than guard the gates, Avalon. You guard that land. Can you imagine what would happen if the people of our world walked through them? Trampled the grass, cut down the trees, turned that beauty into profit margins? There will be people who try to tempt you to abuse your authority. There will always be those who want to take and take and take. It's your job to keep this place unsullied."
Avalon nodded. She knew she couldn't enter these gates, ever, lest she open them for others to follow. The longing to go through to that beautiful land was almost overwhelming, but a fierce desire to protect it was even stronger.
Elaine turned to her daughter, smiling. "I have always known you were strong enough for this task, Avalon. I have worried about how to let you know that."
"I know now."
Elaine kissed her forehead. "Give me your hands."
Avalon obeyed and her mother held her hands tightly. She began chanting a spell and though Elaine had never heard the words before, she was soon chanting with her.
***
When they returned to their guests, both mother and daughter were all smiles. Avalon's gaze sought out Vaughn at once as Elaine went to her husband. It seemed everybody who had waited for them had dark circles under their eyes. Though it had been dark when they had gone onto the pond, the sun was high in the sky now.
Avalon forced herself to smile and respond politely to the congratulations that came at her from all sides, but all she wanted to do was lie down and sleep. She hadn't slept for more than twenty-four hours, after all.
Vaughn led her back to the castle, putting himself between her and the press, who kept trying to ask her about what exactly had happened. Soon they were back in her room and Avalon collapsed onto the bed.
"Are you okay?"
Avalon nodded, a grin breaking over her face.
"More than okay. I'm amazing. It was amazing. But I'm also exhausted," she laughed and held out her arms. "Snuggle me?"
Vaughn grinned. He removed her dress, kissing her body as he did so, but when she yawned he slipped her under the blankets and curled up next to her. Avalon stroked the smooth skin of his chest and smiled sleepily. No words were needed for this moment. All was right, all was peaceful.
She had her dragon, she had her birthright and was ready to face the future.
Bonus Book 12: The Alien Warrior's Secret Baby
By: Abella Ward
Description
A curvy girl held prisoner on planet X29 PLUS a hot alien who is commander at her camp PLUS a secret human-alien baby!
A generation ago, an alien force named The Gosebs invaded earth and imprisoned the entire human population. Mereen Silver has never known a life different to the one she has. She was born on a Goseb garrison and spent her entire life in their servitude. She has never known hope or happiness, only hard work and despair.
When Mereen is transferred to a different ship, she meets the revolutionary Goseb Commander Detro Mirol. He is not cruel or malicious, he is kind and gentle and, even more, he wants to help the human prisoners under his control.
As time passes Mereen and Detro grow closer and he shares his vision of a peaceful future for humans and Gosebs alike. Mereen is happy to help him in any way she can. But the rest of the Goseb commanders do not agree. They like having power over the humans, using them and discarding them as they will.
But then Detro suddenly disappears in the midst of a fight with a fellow commander over Mereen...
Just then, Mereen learns that she’s pregnant with Detro’s child. Will Detro come back for Mereen, and can she survive until he does? Will their love win out, or will the ho
rrors of war crush them both?
Chapter One
Happiness was in short supply on X29. The planet should have had a better name, but we humans trapped on it felt no love for the strange, dusty place. It didn’t deserve a nickname. We called it Ex sometimes, but that’s all. It wasn’t home and it was never going to be. It was Ex, a place where we had to live because we had no other choice.
The klaxons rang loudly from speakers spread through the camp, signaling the start of another day. It was a horrible, loud, shrieking noise designed to wake even the drunkest man. The klaxons meant that it was time to get up and go to work. They were a call to the men of the camp, telling them to descend into the mines for another day of hard labor. The days were endless, filled with work followed by more days filled with more work, each one leading to the next with no break or rest.
With a loud sigh, I pulled myself out of bed and stretched. It was a struggle to keep my eyes open. I felt tired all of the time. It was an endless exhaustion. All I wanted to do was stay in bed. Nausea hit me when I moved and I put my hands to my lips, struggling to contain it. I couldn't afford to be sick. I needed to keep every bite of food I ate in my body.
I rubbed my soft belly. I could feel the start of a swell there. Or maybe there was nothing. Maybe it was all still in my imagination. But the symptoms were clear enough. I was pregnant. It was good I wasn’t showing yet. Hopefully, I could hide it for a while, wear baggy clothes, wrap myself in rags. I had always been curvy and I was thankful for that now. It would help hide the pregnancy for a little longer.
“Knock knock,” I heard a low voice say. I looked over to see a man with a red face and yellow eyes leaning into my tent. He was tall and thin, with that sunken-cheeked look that all the miners had after enough time spent here. He had dirt permanently trapped under his fingernails and his clothes were thin rags, though he managed a wan smile.
“Good morning, Rob,” I said, as I stood and stretched my already aching back.