Avatar 2009 Neytiri Novels & Stories

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

he asked, his eyes locked on mine. That's when Matt spoke up, "It was Niko!" he said, his voice filled with conviction. My face snapped towards him in shock, my eyes wide with surprise. He smiled serenely, "I saw it in my visions," he continued, unfazed, and went back to eating. Niklaus's curiosity was piqued, "Who is Niko?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly. I summoned Neptune, calling out to her. "Yes, My Queen," she responded, materializing in front of me, hovering in mid-air, waiting for my request.

--- The argument swells again, each voice trying to outshout the others. “Strike now, before it gathers strength!” “You would attack blind? What if you ignite another Sundering?” “Ignite it? We may not survive it!” I close my eyes, and for a heartbeat their noise fades. I can still see the shadow in the tear, the fire that would not bow, the figure standing beneath it. Not just a wolf. Not just a queen. Something that did not ask to be born, but was made for a single, terrible purpose. Nyxara.

Age six. Not defiant. Not dangerous. Just scared. The sound was rough but clear. “Can you say your name?” “Ava.” “And how old are you?” “Six.” “Do you know where you are?” “No.” “Do you remember your mother?” “Yes.” “Do you think she remembers you?” “She said she would come back.” That’s when the first viewer stopped breathing. And millions more followed. The video didn’t cut to black. It kept rolling. It showed the first neural overlay session. Ava twitched when the metal contacts touched her temple.

Grabbing her pack, she placed it on her shoulders, settling its weight with determination. Finding a temporary perch atop the carriage, Naida perched herself there, patiently waiting for her turn to access the air bladder and replenish her breath. Observing Naida's position, Tritan descended from the air bladder and saw her thoughtfully. Signing to her underwater, he asked, "May I help you ascend to the air bladder?" Naida nodded in appreciation, accepting Tritan's offer of assistance. With utmost care, Tritan gently wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her with strength and tenderness until he heard her draw a deep, gasping breath.

Hey, Orni. You don't have to be afraid. He isn't here anymore," Niyati assured Orni who was hiding in the washroom with her children. Orni didn't answer. She just kept hiding like a scared bunny holding her children. After gaining her senses back she was just scared and nervous about everything. The fear VR has installed inside her is still there. Niyati again insisted," Orni, please come out. See, Neela is here to meet you. She wants to play with Roman and Roman. How about we go shopping? It will be fun."

Sadly, she was already a strong Pseudo-Demi-Deity, so the wyvern was annihilated rather swiftly. Meanwhile, Natalia went around, trying out her new abilities and honing her technician,

Yet, sometimes they still called me with name since I said it was okay to use my real name here. My avatar, a miniature dragon, flickered its tail, acknowledging the call. Bear, rabbit, eagle, tiger, and more roamed this space, each avatar as unique as its user. Our leader, Number 1, had chosen a majestic white tiger that stood upright on two legs with white robe. "Number 10, have you adjusted well to the sleeping capsule I sent over four months ago?" inquired Number 2, his voice emanating from an old monkey avatar with notably long arms.

She stood at 5'9" with a well-toned frame and an Amazonian astatic with her choice of clothing. Her bare arms and back are covered with tattoos of different animals from many different cultures. Walking outside and directly to the tree Hevenly had previously used as a shadow gate then proceeding to lean against the tree and speak quietly bit loud enough for Hevenly to hear) I know you don't know me yet and I know you use Negativity as a resource for whatever your currently doing, so let me make myself clear. I am Evelyn Kamahazara. Or Athena in your native tounge. While I shall not interfere with you unless provoked, know that only the strong survive on this planet. So if you play with fire,

“Com’on, don’t choke on your food. Here’s some water.” “I wonder why I can’t even eat in peace,” Ava said in between meals. Her eyes turned watery as she chewed and tried to swallow everything at once. “I’m sorry but I’m just curious. You love him right? “Aunt,” she breathed in and out trying to stay cool, “you know I moved in newly. I mean he’s been here before me. He is good-looking and he looks responsible too. Well, I think I like him.” “You think?” “I don’t even know his name.”