Avatar Aang Bloodbending Novels & Stories

She patted the grass and dirt that cling tightly to her robes before walking to the direction that she has calculated the night before with the bright stars as compass. Rustling of leaves could be heard as she passed by the thick bushes while quietly observing the vicinity for wild animals that could endanger her life. Asha does not know anything about fighting, but her special ability of blood manipulation is not for show, and it is also an advanced ability that was transformed by the Moon goddess’ golden drop of blood. Asha thinks that she would not encounter much danger with her special ability, but it is not a hard thing to be cautious which will also save her of the trouble and the time

I didn’t wait for a battering ram. As I neared the gates, I opened my jaws and let my restraints completely snap. I dug deep into the absolute core of my lineage, pulling the ancient, unrestricted sovereignty of the Vane bloodline to the surface, and threw my Royal Alpha Aura outward in a singular, catastrophic shockwave. *BOOM.*

"Now. The code. The sequence you memorized and locked away. Give it to me." He reached down, his fingers hovering agonizingly close to the fresh, bleeding cut on my arm, threatening to pry the raw flesh apart to get to the subdermal tracker beneath. A scream built in my chest, but I bit my lower lip so hard I tasted the copper tang of my own blood. Through the blinding haze of physical pain and the crushing weight of betrayal, a spark of pure, venomous rage flared to life deep inside me.

Now the only way to get to Arthur was to knock Rey out first. "Rey, I'll try not to hurt you, but if I do, don't blame me," I said inwardly. After debating it, I turned and rushed towards him. I sent him flying with a heavy punch. Even if he was now a puppet, there would still be physical limits, right? I condensed blood energy, and a large group of bats surrounded me. Then I raised my hand and pointed, the bats transforming into a black torrent that flew at him.

She came to the conclusion that he was a halfbreed. "Freya, please leave." He began to plead again, his voice strained and tight. She then noticed that he had his hands clenched so tight, and his palm was beginning to bleed. She could almost not bear watching him. She tried to force his palm open, but he was strong, far too strong for her. "Please, you are hurting yourself." A distressed groan came out of his throat again, followed by a low growl. He suddenly unclenched his hands, and then she saw that his fingers were slowly turning into claws. That was why his palms were bleeding?

“Fight for him, Irwin. He’s your mate. You weren’t bound to him by accident. It’s in your blood, in your soul. Fight!” The girl’s voice echoed, growing deeper and more commanding. “You weren’t just bound by chance—you were bound by bloodlines!” Heat surged through Irwin’s body, her vision blurring as rage and despair consumed her. She fell to her knees, her hands clawing at the ground. The earth trembled beneath her fingers, cracks forming and spreading outward as raw power coursed through her veins. “Save him!” the replica roared. With a feral scream, Irwin launched herself forward, her body ablaze with energy. Flames erupted from her hands as she reached Dorian, the fire searing through th

For a heartbeat, I almost didn’t recognize her. I pressed my palm against the cold glass and whispered, “Survive him, Bella. Just survive him.” But even as I said it, I felt the rebellion inside me stir again, faint but alive. A dangerous ember refusing to die. Because maybe…just maybe—surviving wasn’t enough.

Fane clenched his teeth as he used his world avatar to help maintain the soul mist. At that moment, Fane was using everything he had, summoning up all his power to face the assault of the torrent of energy! With the help of his world avatar, the gray mist solidified and hugged Fane's body tightly. Fane did not dare to delay things at all.

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

The boy punched her again, and she dodged it. The boy was annoyed so he flew into the air and then he revealed his face. A black-haired boy stood up to her, six black orbs in his back forming a circle. She flew to the air and saw Anne controlling her body. Anne is her fighting spirit, and she can do everything. Anne raised her ghost hands and her hands moved and she is now controlled by a ghost. She flew up and raised her hands, pearls formed in her palm and causing energy to flow. She pointed it to him, and then it formed into a white beam. She pointed it to him, he bumped into a tree.