Novel & Cerita Avatar Bloodbender

"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.

"Get behind me!" ​The hound squeezed through the door, followed by two more. They were the size of horses, their bodies shifting and blurring like smoke in the wind. One lunged. Kael caught it on his shield, the force of the impact sending him skidding back. He sliced through the creature’s neck, but it didn't bleed—it simply reformed a second later. ​"You can't kill them while the field is up!" Kael shouted over the roars. "Seraphina, the anchor! You have to use your own blood! The Bloodbound mark can bypass the ward!"

They were coming back. Kael turned, placing himself between Lyra and the chamber entrance, and felt his humanity slip away like a discarded coat. His wolf surged forward—not the controlled, measured shift he'd mastered years ago, but something wild and primal that *demanded* blood for what had been done to their mate. The first man through the door was one of the guards who'd held Lyra on the platform. He had a crossbow loaded with silver bolts, and the moment he saw Kael, he raised it.

I caught the dagger and rushed to the beast getting on top of it, my hands raised up to stab the beast right in the chest, when it slowly stopped struggling, and began to morph back. My jaw fell open, my eyes widened in shock as I felt my soul leave me, lying beneath me was Ava. She was the devil Alpha.

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!"

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.”

But after long research, it belonged to a dhampir. “A half-human and half-vampire, huh?” Akira scoffed, and it was then that the dhampir started to attack her using those long black and brown sharp nails. She had to defend it using her dagger. It's almost as if she's clashing with a sword because of how hard those sharp nails are! Akira sparred well until her ankle ached, and she eventually fell on her one knee. She was about to get hit by those nails when she ducked and managed to slice the ligament of the dhampir's ankle.

Victor growled through the mind link once more. Tania weaved the shadows. The vampires used bursts of speed to take out as many wolves as they could before leaping onto high brunches. I had lost my brother and Quade in the mix but I spotted a white wolf blanketed in purple flames easily. "We can't do this forever," I told Victor as I dodged the dripping fangs of a rogue, making to run left but dashing right a the last minute so the rogue missed my hind legs. I wasn't fighting. I was avoiding. I was surviving. I was blocking out the horror I felt from just snuffing out someone's life.

I stood up slowly then found myself in the middle of corpses. I remembered the previous ordeal, I was too surprised to say anything, the shooter was just a boy, one I had known, my own brother Ikem. They had gotten to him turned him into a machine only bent on destruction. I saw the fear written in his face, the terror of the blood he had shed, his eyes coloured of marijuana.

Archie continued, patting Ash on the shoulder. "Hold on, young man." The only man with shoulder length hair interrupted. He is Charles Argent. The only 10th Century pureblood vampire of the Argent Family lineage that remains. Charles walked over to Archie and stretched his right hand out towards Archie. "Let me see." asked Charles politely. Archie also welcomed Charles's helping hand without hesitation. However, Ash swiftly grabbed Archie's hand, who almost managed to grab Charles's helping hand. Charles chuckled softly as he shook his head as his pair of blue eyes caught the vigilance in Ash's eagle gaze.