Avatar Airbender Oc Novels & Stories

It flew over the classroom, white wisps trailed behind it before it came to land on her arm. “Everyone, meet Avis. He is a Wakinyan, a thunderbird. And He can only be here because I asked him to be.” Avis was beautiful, with white feathers that flexed and puffed as he shook his head. Yet as I looked closely, the feathers ruffling generated tiny sparks of electricity.

But not today. What did it matter? On this day and for the first time in his life, Bjorn would go beyond Kabutar’s windmills, structures, Mother Tree, and even Cloud. Today he would brave the fierce blaze of open-air sunlight—for a short spell. Taking caution to ensure that his transparent pectoral fins remained unobstructed, he dressed in a customized HB moisturizing mantle. Although expensive and awkward to wear, the cloaks were a necessary burden for Airbornes intent upon a surface world journey.

Lev's POV When I woke up, I realized that the insignia on my chest had suddenly changed into a lion cub with a wing. I was baffled as I ran to the incubation room and saw that Ari had already broken out of the egg. It's a female, but she has a male passive form. What's more, she had a wing similar to the insignia on my chest before it disappeared.

Water and air being a few of the popular ones as bending fire underwater was almost impossible unless you had an air bender make a bubble around you. Anya snuggled closer to him, causing a purr to escape his lips as he melted into her touch. He didn’t believe this wasn’t his Anya but till he could find out for sure he would keep it to himself. She asked him to, and right now her happiness is his top priority.

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

"A soul is a heavy burden, 001. It makes you slow. It makes you weak." "You have it backwards, you scrap-metal ghost," Caleb snarled, his eyes turning a molten, celestial gold. He didn't just block the Void-blade; he grabbed it. The silver tattoos on his arms didn't just glow; they burned through his skin, turning his entire skeleton into a conduit for the mountain’s residual Qi. He was no longer just a bio-weapon; he was the Avatar of the North. With a roar that shook the very hull of the Ark, Caleb snapped the Void-blade with his bare hands and drove his fist through the Prime’s chest-plate, crushing the violet core within.

the tall avatar purrs. He reaches down. In the real world, the Bluetooth-linked dildo Alex packed on the nightstand buzzes to life. In the AR world, the avatar produces a thick, black cock. He thrusts. The toy inside me slams home. "Oh god!" I’m being gang-banged by ghosts. The woman is biting my nipples—sharp pinches from the suit. The man is flogging my legs—rhythmic stings. The tall man is pounding me—relentless, deep thrusts.

It carved straight into the snow, leaving behind a gash three meters long and five meters deep. In that brief moment of delay, Astrid had gained distance again. But she didn't go far. Instead, she stopped beside a man dressed in a robe. He looked to be just over forty, a sword gripped in his hand. From his back extended a pair of wings with a span of nearly ten meters, each feather shaped like a dagger, gleaming with a cold, lethal sheen. "Sir," Astrid said respectfully, dismissing her giant form, "that man's name is Channing Oakley. He's a spatial-type ability user with numerous strange abilities. I'm no match for him."

She simply breathed. “I don’t understand you,” she murmured softly. The words weren’t meant for anyone in particular. But they carried. The air shifted. Not violently. Not like a surge. Like a curtain being drawn back.Avi’s eyes opened. He stood at the edge of the garden. Not in full dragon form. Not even in his vast armored silhouette. He was… smaller. Almost human. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Silver hair falling to his shoulders like frost-kissed silk. His eyes were not entirely human, too luminous, too old but the shape of him mimicked her own species. Sereth.

For now it was connected to Abe’s primary element: earth. Abe bent his knees slightly and then pushed forward. The earth beneath his feet caved in like a flattened potato as he went flying towards Breaker. Breaker’s expression was severe. The assassin gathered up his energy in heaps and pushed his power to its peak. With a loud roar he let himself loose, and a blue shaped avatar that was a few meters in height, created by his own inner energy, surrounded him. He picked up the hammer he had discarded and, without any warning rushed at Abe. Aegeus and Selina swiftly moved into action as well. Once Abe took off, they too took off. Their domineering auras weren’t lessened by the greater strength