Avatar Hawky Novels & Stories

Every instinct screams at me to turn back to the safety of the bridge. The canopies of the remaining pods suddenly open, exposing my companions still in hibernation, utterly unaware of the impending danger. The monitors have either malfunctioned, or this is a safety device. I force myself not to panic as my breathing becomes labored from the lack of oxygen. I have almost reached Beth. She stares up at me, and I can see relief in her eyes. There is no time to consider the consequences. I rip out her tubes and remove the restraints. Globular clusters of blood and fluid float upward to the widening fracture and disappear. Beth stretches out a hand, “Skye, help me,” she whispers.

“Greetings.” A male with a deep, elegant voice greeted him while he bowed his body. At the back, was a big, ring-like sofa. His body was clad with shiny, dark brown metal. His long dark bronze hair was flowing on his shoulders, and his ruby red ayes stared at Ricky as he smiled. “Ricky, this is Valheiter, my spirit animal, a galaxy dragon. This is his human body. His original body is too big for the world to contain, so he stays in space.”

ADA LUBE After rotating the iron tap valves to clear the ice grime from my pelt, my fingers retrieve Hayden’s ranking day token from the velvet storage case to run a detailed inspection. The asset is a high-tier, voice-integrated synthetic robot predator, engineered to look like an ice tiger because my tracking logs show Hayden maintains a supreme affinity for big cats. That specific variable drove my choice on the digital market.

We reached the edge of the impact crater just as the pod’s silver hatches hissed open. A figure stepped out of the steam. I froze. The figure wasn't a mechanical sentry. It was wearing a suit of matte-black armor that seemed to absorb the light. The helmet was a featureless visor of violet glass. But it was the way the figure moved—a fluid, predatory grace—that made my breath catch. Halloway raised her rifle. "Identify yourself, 'Player.' Or I start subtracting health points." The figure touched the side of its helmet. With a hiss of depressurization, the visor retracted.

Yet, sometimes they still called me with name since I said it was okay to use my real name here. My avatar, a miniature dragon, flickered its tail, acknowledging the call. Bear, rabbit, eagle, tiger, and more roamed this space, each avatar as unique as its user. Our leader, Number 1, had chosen a majestic white tiger that stood upright on two legs with white robe. "Number 10, have you adjusted well to the sleeping capsule I sent over four months ago?" inquired Number 2, his voice emanating from an old monkey avatar with notably long arms.

The loss of my mother is not the only ghost that haunts my father. He opens the map up and spreads it upon the hood of our truck. We know better than to interrupt him while he works, as he puzzles things out in his head. He grabs a felt tip marker from his pocket as he studies the map. Wolfe and Clay stand around their own vehicle at the next pump like obedient pups at their masters heel, awaiting that next command. The one in charge of their group in absentia of my father, is Hawke. He is a middle aged, the strong but silent type, with a deadly cool demeanor, and calm under pressure. His skin is dark like the night, his eyes clear grey like the moon, and he’s the best damn tracker in the pa

Abijah's ◇, Tank's ♤, & Zavier's ♧ POV The ◇ represents Abijah's POV, the ♧ represents Zavier's POV and the ♤ represents Tank's POV please enjoy! ------♤------ I hurry upstairs to the room to give Abijah a bath. But walking pass a floor length mirror, it's the first time I'm seeing myself after shifting. And I'm nearly as tall and massively built as the Alpha! Magnificent, I can't wait till she wakes up and sees me in my true form. I look at my thick black wavy hair that goes down to my mid back, I wonder if she knows how to braid? Short curly black hair covers my face, arms, chest and legs but my hard muscles are easily seen. I hold Abijah in my right arm she's so petite, my little Angel. I

Holly is the only one who smiles and waves at us while the others just mumble greetings. Karma is a huge guy, and looks like the typical hacker, while Aspen is more of the nerdy guy, always pushing his glasses up his nose. Holly seems to be a skater girl, but she has pink clips in her hair, with flowers on it, so I might got a bit thrown off. “Hey,” Arawn says and I flash them a smile, waving back at them. “This is my team,” Michelangelo says proudly, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Along with the previous Alpha, Huxley, I had to hunt down and put an end to the tyranny of all his followers so I could take on the role of Alpha of the rogues with less of a hassle. I opened a mind link with my chosen beta, "Sorry, I was momentarily distracted." She rolled her seafoam blue eyes and tossed her straight-as-a-pin sandy blonde hair over her sharp shoulder—she was feisty and a formidable warrior, it was why I had chosen her, "Yeah, I noticed big man. Always running after the ladies aren't you?" She wiggled her eyebrows at me, "I thought you had a thing for witches, but I see humans can't resist your silent, brooding charms as well."

Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra flew towards his opponent extremely fast, his sharp claws like blades attacking head-on. The mystic was someone who had also practiced sternly for years, so avoiding him was easy. He quickly switched from a passive position to an active attack.