Avatar Bloodbender Novels & Stories

The new beast controlling of Emmett Breathnach was much stronger than the Mountain Shield Turtle and Steelback Gopher he had controlled before, both in terms of species and grade. "Golden-armored Blood Saber Leopard, don't let that guy run away." Emmett Breathnach snorted and ordered. The Golden-armored Blood Saber Leopard immediately shot out like a sharp golden arrow. The next moment, not far from the crowd, there was a heart-wrenching scream, and at the same time, a large wave of blood rose to the sky.

“You don’t think he’d hurt us to get to you?” “No,” he shakes his head. “I don’t.” I nod my head. “Okay.” “Look,” he sighs. “Yes, it is risky, but I have no doubt that he won’t hurt you. If I did, I wouldn’t send you at all. Abraxas is all about blood. Your blood is pure in his eyes. He won’t want to risk losing what could be beneficial to him, no matter the circumstances. I need you to believe that. I need you to trust me.”

by a fungal god. Avery felt the change in her own lungs. The air felt "Raw." It didn't soothe her nerves; it sparked them. She felt a sharp, crystalline clarity that was almost painful. Her silver-violet veins, once the proud marks of her status as the Architect, were fading. In their place, the faint, blue lines of a "Standard-Human" vascular system were emerging. "The 'Handshake' is breaking," Avery said, her voice sounding raspy and un-modulated. "The planet is withdrawing its 'Consent' for the Sombra."

"Exactly why I must kill him. My father can’t possibly be my father-in-law, just as your adoptive brother can't be with you as a mate. It's high time I put an end to this incestuous generational curse on this family." "Please have mercy, Your Lordship…" I was still talking to Lucho when Bentley badged into the room. He wasn't the Bentley I knew. His eye colour had changed to orange. And his nails had become like nails. Strange indeed. He looked like a divine creature—perhaps half wolf, half human and half demon. I got scared and screamed, forgetting he was my brother. Lucho and Vino hid their fear quite well. Bentley walked towards me, scowling and groaning.

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.