Avatar 2009 Neytiri Novels & Stories

Aurora could feel something inside her responding to the ritual. Something ancient. Something powerful. Something that had been asleep for years. For the first time, Nyx went completely silent, as though she too was witnessing something she didn’t understand. “Vash tora el’kai… Soren drath velium…” Nythera continued chanting. Then suddenly she stopped. Her entire body trembled. Slowly, she lowered her head. Her pitch-black eyes locked onto Matheus. “Cut her and drink from her wrist,” Nythera commanded.

Screens lined the walls, all showing different places around the world. And people. Maria stopped walking. “Elias…” she said. On one screen was a young woman with silver hair, her eyes glowing faint blue. NYX. On another screen, a tall man stood calmly in a burning room. ORION. And then Maria saw her. A small girl sitting alone in a white room. Morrow. Her eyes were open now. Maria rushed toward the screen. “She’s awake.” Suddenly, all the screens changed at once. Specter appeared.

I ask Finn and he nods, his mouth wide open in shock. So many people believe white hair is a curse….. but we know better. “Take her!” I command as more of Alpha Perez’s warriors come out from the trees. Loki sighs wearily as he knocks the screaming girl over the head, knocking her out, but she can’t fight us… she needs to come with us. She must be protected. “Where to now, Kane?” Finn yells at me before shifting and I shift too, letting Loki climb on my back, carrying the one-armed girl as we race out of these pack lands.

My own voice, detached and cold, whispering into a recorder: "Test subject viability confirmed. Neural bleed in progress." I staggered back, gasping. Liana clutched my arm, her eyes glowing pale blue. “Don’t fight it. This is the interface. She’s showing us what she remembers. What she’s become.” “She?” I turned slowly. And there she was. Nyx. A girl—no older than Liana—but her skin shimmered like broken glass. Her eyes were voids. No whites. No pupils. Just data. “You woke me too early,” she said. Her voice wasn’t cruel. It was curious. “Why?”

The heat from the acidic pool scorched the air, making the vitaecer sweat profusely as it dripped down his furrowed brow. Across the room, a woman with a blue teardrop tattoo, the ink swirling down from her eye and stopping just beneath her cheek, stood silently. Argent. She was a figure of serene danger, her silver hair braided tightly and falling all the way to her feet. She was clad in sleek, black armor, her nails like sharp claws, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with detached curiosity. Her eyes glimmered under the flickering candlelight, as if she found some kind of amusement in the vitaecer’s torment.

The army sliced through the Asuras forces like a knife through butter. “That’s Cortana!!” Marie exclaimed with a smile on her face. “And... a twin sister?” She continued, her face contouring with confusion. Yuna Teragon leaped off her horse and levitated into the air, her eyes glowing brightly. She stretched her palms forward and slowly raised them, telekinetically unplugging a massive boulder from the ground. She curled her fingers into fists and tightened them, causing the boulder to crack until it broke into numerous large pieces.

As the night shifted to day, then became dark once more, I tried to think of ways to use my abilities without causing myself to sleep for days after. “Your Majesty, you need to rest,” Valerie’s face reflected my own internal worry. “The twins need you to be healthy.” I nodded in agreement, “Aura rest.” I watched her expression. I lay my head gently on the blanket. At least I could rest for my pups. I don’t remember falling asleep. I dreamed of a beautiful woman, she had long white hair which matched the color of the moon, and her eyes were as blue as pools of water. She wore a long light blue gown that reminded me of something the Romans would have worn. She was truly beautiful. She didn’t s

He's fucking hot but his shitty character spoils it all. There is a knock of my door, Maria comes in with a red head girl. "Ava, she wanted to see you". I give her a smile and nod. I smile and bring out my usual paper... YOU ARE WELCOME. "Thank you. My name is Peyton" She may be around my age. With long red hair and long lashes, she a bit taller than I am and is wearing a bom shorts and crop top and ankle chain, she's in a white heels, and carrying a chain bag.

And in the middle of that crater, Nythera stood untouched. Her new form was fully solid now. Her beauty was sharp, almost too much, but wrong in every imaginable way. Her skin shimmered like polished obsidian, and her long limbs moved like something half-fluid. Those void eyes fixed on me as if Damon, the army, and the raging fire around us simply didn’t exist. “You have no idea what you are, little one.” Damon pushed me behind him, claws fully out now, his wolf practically howling through his chest. “You’re not laying a finger on her.”