Avatar Last Air Bender Novels & Stories

Bruce continues, annoying his eldest friend with a silly look on his face. Liza just rolls her eyes. No matter how many times she convinces her pals to believe it, they are just creating fun out of it. "Whoosh, Whoosh!" Bruce wiles his hand like an air bender, his funny gestures cause Missy and Miguel to chuckle. Pressing his chin to his chest to make his voice sound deep, he says "I am Bruce Allen Abhir your mighty warrior, protector of the earth and sky!" acting like he is indeed a warrior.

The upside of his body looks tight with sweat flowing, which also envelops his thick, messy black hair that makes him look sexy. “What??” Shock Abelard. Beside him is a man, who is as tall as him with a wider body. That man wears a sewing vest and long black pants. His hair is semi white-black, long and wavy, flowing on his shoulders. Though he is quite old, his face shows different features. A few wrinkles on the bright brown skin. He is Aahva Aaric, Aberlard’s master. “Ha ha ha, you are already twenty years old and still not proficient in using a firearm?” Laugh Aahva.

Those eyes are the pure blue-green of the ocean which can drown anyone in its current, along with its long curly eyelashes like the waves which can pull you in its depth. But then suddenly there is a knock at the door. I immediately look away, my heart beating fast as if I’ve just committed a grave sin. Eren’s eyes narrowed. “Let me see.” He gets up from the couch and walks to the door. I follow him and stand behind. He opens the door and I smile as I see the least expected person. Azure Heredia. “Azure.” I say which makes Eren frowns. “What are you doing here?” Azure is breathtaking. He is of white skin, with azure blue eyes. His face is squarely shaped and perfectly shaved. As for his hair

"Hey you, don't feel bad, okayyyy? Kendal is your cousin. Our second best friend. He's so cute, nice and a total cuddle bunny. He's also gay, which you've never been ashamed of." Avatia tried hard to recall. "Do you have a picture of him?" Draya nodded. "I do, but my phone's in the cottage. Let me just describe him, huh?" The blonde nodded this time. "He's super tall. He's got jet black mixed with brown hair." Avatia's heart skipped a bit. The guy from her dreams had that kind of hair and was insanely tall too. "And silver eyes?" Draya laughed and shook her head. "Nope. Piercing blue eyes."

The problem now was to ask this man to let her get off his body! Bernardo raised his eyebrows up when she told him her name, Avatar?... "Avatar?" "Um, yeah. It's my Thai name." She told him. He was thinking if he could believe her or not. But the loud noise was heard from her room above. Bernardo saw the shadows of Santo's bodyguards walking in the room where the tomboy had just jumped down. He quickly pushed her to get up and he followed. His big hand grabbed her small hand and led her to hide at the corner he had been flirting with the young female protagonist not long ago.

Immediately they all get down on one knee and bow their heads in deference to my leadership over them. I stand a moment before I turn toward Avani. As I do, I realize that the lava that I pushed over him earlier to burn off the trees has hardened, pinning him to the ground. He’s caught and can’t move. “Avani!” I say, rushing over to him. Just as I get to his snout, he blows his earth element over me. I feel the burn, the scraping against my skin. I look down and see an image of a dragon on my chest over my heart. “Avani, what have you done?”

Beside her stood Ivander Gale, the Wind Seeker, his calm demeanor betraying the hurricane-like powers he could summon at will. To Elysia's right was Raiden Stormcaller, a master of lightning and thunder, whose electric presence crackled with power. The lightning tattoos on his arms seemed to pulse, hinting at the destructive energy he could unleash. Standing next to Raiden was Mira Watersong, known for her water-based abilities and the tranquil aura she carried—deceptively so, for she could flood a battlefield in moments.

I teased and smiled fondly, staring at the field of dandelions that surrounded the rock where we sat. " Oh...you wound me, Avila." He said, smirking at me. He knew I was not yet used to my alter ego -the person I had become in battle. Yet, I am Avila, the Luna who, by choosing her mate, found our Alpha Armani - one of the Alpha Trinity. " I'm surprised Armani could be wounded. I thought he was immortal," I said, while he just shook his head and fixed his silver eyes on me.

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!"

All around her swirled visions—of her life, of others' lives, of the distant past and the near future. Then, he appeared. Malrik. Or what remained of him. His body looked human, tall and regal in an ancient robe of shadow silk, but half of his face was cracked stone, bleeding starlight. His eyes glowed with eldritch power, and black veins pulsed across his skin like a spiderweb. But what chilled Ava was his smile. It was sad. "You look just like her," he said. "Your mother." Ava summoned her magic but it fizzled. "Stay back."