Avatar Airbender Oc Novels & Stories

Endora chided, fussing over my outfit. Arvin Bodolf appeared then and appraised us. I expected him to be dressed in some three-piece suit or European getup but instead, he attired himself in dark leather pants that looked like rawhide. Fur lined the edges, and I suspected it might be deer pelt. He was shirtless but had what appeared to be a ceremonial leather shoulder pad over each shoulder. His long hair was tangled in a mess of leaves and a crown of antlers. It reminded me of a hideous bastardized version of Cernunnos, the horned lord.

I shouted,doing a little dance and a summersault as I floated. "Ulrik,what is in my face?" Glob asks Tree Bear and I laugh as he shrugged and leans forward to inspect Glob's features.I twirled happily,and caught the blue spotted burgundy hill in my line of vision.I saw people that looked like characters from Avatar trekking across,coming towards Aorta with tool belts and bags but what frightened me was what lay beyond them,also heading this way. I back pedaled and fought to reach the ground,terrified beyond reason.

“It is the Key. The Eye that shall open the gates of the world below. And we will not wait for your flesh to decide when it is ready.” The Avatar drove the spear downward — straight for the center of my belly, sharp enough to pierce skin, muscle, womb — and tear the Void’s heir from me before it was ever born. I closed my eyes — not in surrender, but to gather every spark I had left, ready to turn myself into a supernova of flame that would consume this room and everything in it before I let them touch my child. And in that same heartbeat — eight feet of solid basalt and reinforced oak exploded inward.

Before the Sky Had Rules Below it, smaller script shifts languages every heartbeat: Welcome, oath-bound. You were expected. A figure drops from the arch (no wings, just air deciding gravity is optional). Tall, bronze skin, white hair braided with tiny bells of petrified lightning. Board shorts, bare feet, and a university hoodie that reads Property of Aerie Skate Team – Champions of the Void 2027. He lands on a beat-up longboard that hovers an inch off the sand and rolls to a stop in front of me. Stranger (grinning like he’s been waiting his whole life for this):

Andrius and Aria were running when the former suddenly stopped. “What’s wrong?” Aria instinctively asked. Before Andrius could respond, the space ahead twisted, and the avatar appeared before them. “Trying to run? You won’t escape today!” The avatar glared at them, his eyes filled with boundless anger. “And once I capture you, I’ll use divine fire to refine your souls until you beg for death! I’ll...” “Shut up!” Andrius interrupted him coldly. “Prepare to be destroyed!”

The iridescent blue aura of the sub-ether wrapped around my hand, humming with the raw, chaotic energy of the Origin-Code. The Avatar's crimson visor snapped toward us. One of its massive arms raised a plasma-broadsword to cut us out of the sky. Too late. We collided with the chest plate. Dax kicked the bike sideways, using the heavy iron chassis to absorb the kinetic impact against the golden armor. At the exact moment of impact, I drove my phased, glowing blue hand directly into the center of the Founder’s chest cavity. The Phase-Shield ignored the golden durasteel completely. My hand passed through the physical armor like it was mist, plunging deep into the dark, cybernetic heart of the m

Did he really think I was speaking rhetorically? "An Avatar is like you and me, but they can do so much more, you could be a berserker with magic, you could be a wizard with swordsmanship, there's even this girl in the capital, a tank healer and she can control spirits, imagine this talent when she is older!"

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

Ayleen asks, desperate to help in any way she can. “Can you call that Vampire friend of yours? He might be able to tell us ways in which we can control the newly turned vampires.” Azraiel pleads. “Of course, I’ll call him right away.” She pauses for a second. “I also know a weredragon and a weretiger from H.O.P.E. mission. Is it okay if I call them too?” “Of course…that would be really helpful. Also, ask them if they know about other species.”

Fvck ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Aira’s POV I shape shifted into a Jay Bird and perched on the tree near Chester’s favourite hiding place which was by the lake just at the end of the pack’s borders.