Avatar Aang Bloodbending Novels & Stories

Azum lay beside Xanthea as his avatar began chanting the transfusion spell. A glowing mana-tube formed, linking their veins. “Flow pressure low,” I instructed the avatar. My heart pounded in my throat as Azum’s blood, moving slowly through the translucent mana-tube, entered Xanthea’s veins. I counted every second with air stalled in my lungs. Breathing again only when the light bleeding from her wound faltered. I swallowed hard, licking my parched lips. “Flow pressure normal,” I said, shutting my eyes. “Yes, Alpha,” the avatar replied.

I could feel the resistance, the raw power of the bear's mind pushing back against mine, but I held on, steadily gaining control. Once the bear was under my influence, I turned my attention to my blood manipulation ability. I extended my hand toward the other bear as drops of my blood levitated in the air, forming into sharp, pointed shapes at my command. The blood gleamed in the light as I solidified its form, transforming it into deadly weapons. As I directed the blood projectiles toward the second bear, the creatures roared and charged. Swiftly, I commanded the controlled bear to intercept the other one, buying me precious moments to focus on my next move.

I quickly ran to protect Akira from the arrows that pointed at him. "Syeett!" my body was pierced by arrows, fresh blood came out of my body. I felt something cold and slowly my vision became blurry and dark. Akira who realized something had happened behind him, he was surprised to see An had protected him. He immediately grabbed An's body which almost fell to the ground. Akira, who only uses physical strength and a little magical ability, becomes very angry. He turned into a vampire and saw the man who had hurt An. Akira summoned thousands of bats to attack the man. Akira who hugged An's body quickly turned into a bat and took An's body away.

Swords, Knives, Bows, Arrows, Spears. "Thank you, Rynyxon said, looking at me. "Angel blessed weapons fused with Angel blood,' he said, looking up towards Ava. She was trying to keep up the wall as Atlas walked through it, burning anything that tried to come through. What he was, was a mystery, but now was not the time. Ava suddenly gave out and I used my power to slow her fall. Atlas saw her falling and caught her in his arms before running back towards us. Their protective wall was burning out.

Upon questioning him, he offered an apology for his conduct. He explained that his emotions control his powers. Suddenly, I found myself reaching for his hand and kissing him—a kiss filled with power, passion, urgency, hunger, and solace, all in one gesture. After the intense kiss, Anthony smiled, suggesting we could continue later, and all I could do was blush. Gazing up at him, butterflies fluttered in my stomach. He took my hand, kissed it, and urged me to walk with him. As we resumed walking, smoke began to fill the hallway. We started coughing uncontrollably; feeling lightheaded, I decided to use my banshee abilities before passing out. With a deep breath, I unleashed a powerful scream.

Rooka hated using this particular ability. To anyone who had watched, 'Avatar, The Last Airbender,' would tag him like a goddamned 'earthbender.' He wasn't. The ability to manipulate the earth was an ancient form of battle that was passed down from one son to another. Wayne could also do the ability but, since he was not a direct descendant of their line, he could only do the basic forms. Like Alter Beings, certain Were Beings could wield power; however, this said power chose their bearer. It was nature's way of controlling her people. Whatever they also had would be taken away from them the moment darkness began to cover their hearts the ability would vanish.

His skin, usually pale and guarded, flushed with a jagged, violet hue—the color of the deep, forbidden pulse of the Buntu legacy. Rangga watched, paralyzed, as Arung’s knuckles turned bone-white against his own ribs. "Arung, stop! You’ll—you’ll burn out! You aren't a descendant, you don't have the shielding—" "Shut up!" Arung hissed, his voice strained, vibrating with a frequency that didn't sound human. "I’m not a shield, kid. I’m an anchor. If I don't hold the line, the mountain collapses on the entire valley. Do you want to kill everyone for a hundred miles?"

“It’s not up to you.” I laughed, but it was hollow, desperate. “Yeah, right. And Santa Claus is real too.” Kieran didn’t bother with words this time. His lips pulled back, and there they were. Fangs. Sharp, gleaming under the sterile light. His pupils bled into a luminous glow, a color I couldn’t even name—purple laced with silver, something otherworldly. The air caught in my throat. My whole body locked in place. He stepped closer, slow, deliberate, until the space between us was thin as a breath. His gaze pinned me like a predator cornering prey.

The wind around the Ashborn twisted like a small storm. The other Ashborn stood farther back. A woman with blue markings on her arms. She lifted her hands and summoned water from a nearby broken pipe. The liquid hovered in the air like a snake, waiting to strike. I stepped beside Jon. “Let’s end this.” Jon nodded. “Watch out for the wind freak. He keeps knocking me back.” I turned my eyes to the air bender. He smirked at me. “Another one to die?” he sneered. “No,” I said. “Just the one who’s going to kill you.”

I kicked and fought, but they were too strong. “Please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Don’t do this.” The girl who slapped me leaned in, her eyes wild. “We need your blood, Raven. It’s rare because It’ll make me powerful.” I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. “No. You're all wrong Please, no….don't believe whatever he tells you.” She laughed, cold and cruel. “ Too late, You don’t get a choice now that we know about it. You'll be doing a lot of us a favour in this territory”