Avatar Bloodbender Novels & Stories

She slammed her laptop onto a diagnostic terminal and rapidly spliced her cables into the Core's maintenance port. "I'm in the peripheral firewall!" Kara screamed, her fingers a blur. "But the ICE is adapting! It's trying to fry my motherboard!" The liquid-metal Avatar turned its featureless face toward Kara. It raised its arm, and the liquid metal flowed and reshaped itself, forming a long, wickedly sharp javelin of solid chrome. The Avatar drew its arm back to throw the javelin directly at Kara's cover. "Oh no you don't!" Leo roared. The giant hauled himself out of the shattered server rack. His LMG was jammed with ice, so he discarded it. He drew his heavy combat knife and charged the Ava

Well, one with enough juice to stop an elephant. “What the fuck?” the last vampire standing cries. His hair is slicked back and he’s wearing a leather jacket, looking so cliché it annoys me. The vampire shoved into my magical defense system slumps to the ground, knocked out cold. Binx and Pandora shadow around the other vampire and he snarls, slashing his fangs through the air as he charges at Pandora. In spirit form, my familiars are only corporeal when they want to be. And right now, Pandora very much wants to be the shadow she’s appearing as.

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

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

he commanded and started walking towards the nearest of the bodies, a large man in iron-studded leather armor with a broadsword under his palm. Squatting next to the man, he placed a hand on his back. He dropped his head in relief when he felt the man's chest rise and fall. "He's breathing," he called back to those gathered. He turned the man over so his face was no longer hidden and stared at him. A red beard covered his face and grew down his chest, braided at the end in an ancient style. Brodi could remember his father wearing his the same way. His face was covered in mud as were his armor and leather leggings. "They have all traveled," Finn said, coming up and standing next to him. "They

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

However, the news came through Ava, who had also studied computer science. Apparently, in a Tech Valley company, there was a rumored technical genius, a solitary figure who neither married nor dated. He even kept a cooking pot in his office. Whenever he faced a problem or a crisis, he would pray in front of the pot overnight and return fully recharged. As it turned out, the genius was Cole. I couldn’t help but laugh. He was just as stubborn as I remembered. After I got off the call, Harry walked in with our daughter. On his head were two ridiculously tiny braids.