Avatar Last Airbender Aang And Katara Novels & Stories

He has tattoos down both of his arms, with a few snaking into his neck, but even as imposing as he seems, his blue eyes seem gentle. Damn, if I thought Dimitri was big, I was undoubtedly mistaken; this man reminds me of a human Panzer tank while his wife is this tiny little thing. However, I can tell she knows how to handle him. “You must be Arya,” he says, holding out his large, meaty hand for me to take, and my hand disappears in its grip. “I’m Kai, and this is my wife, Caterina.” I blanch when he says this, looking wide-eyed at him, then at his wife, who shakes my hand.

Then another photo appeared, and another. Soon the bed was scattered with four photographs, each of them portraying a different man: Alpha Enzo, Beta Ash, Gamma Kael, and Delta Atlas. The children stared in stunned silence. Aria blinked first. “They… they look like us.” Kael frowned, staring hard at the photo of Atlas. He touched his own nose, then the picture. “Wait. That’s my nose! Look at it! It’s pointy just like mine.” Lyra gasped and clutched the photo of Ash. “This one has my smile. See? His mouth is like mine when I do the smiley thing.” She stretched her lips wide, mimicking it until the others giggled.

He has tattoos down both of his arms, with a few snaking into his neck, but even as imposing as he seems, his blue eyes seem gentle. Damn, if I thought Dimitri was big, I was undoubtedly mistaken; this man reminds me of a human Panzer tank while his wife is this tiny little thing. However, I can tell she knows how to handle him. “You must be Arya,” he says, holding out his large, meaty hand for me to take, and my hand disappears in its grip. “I’m Kai, and this is my wife, Caterina.” I blanch when he says this, looking wide-eyed at him, then at his wife, who shakes my hand.

Two sentries step forward immediately—tall, broad-shouldered men in dark leathers, their hands resting near the hilts of the short blades strapped to their hips. One of them squints at us. "You're not expected," he says bluntly. "We don't need an invitation," Korra replies evenly. He scowls. "State your names." I step forward slightly, planting my boots in the dirt. "Alpha Korra Xarano of the Xarano pack, Alpha Octavius Reid and Luna Kaida Xarano of the Raven Moon.” Korra states boldly, staring the men dead in the eye. At the mention of our names, the sentries stiffen. Exchange a glance.

"Then it's my turn, Hope Balder, brother of the legend Elizabeth, Avatar of rank E, but evaluated with a potential of rank D, I am a hero and probably the strongest in physical power here. With me, victory is assured!" He looked proudly at his audience, most looking annoyed. "What a good talker... I am Cid, but for you all it's Barron, I don't have time to say anything about me or my power, whatever will come to me, I'll crush it." They looked at him while sighing, Eryl amused. "I think it's good like this. Then it's only left you, Sir Carper." "... I know, I am Anesidora, Dora for 4 people but Mister Carper for the others, E-Rank Avatar... Shaman."

Ren looked at the speaker. It was Jinx. Her avatar was a sleek, cyber-ninja construct. She wore matte-black stealth plating, a hood pulled low over a digital mask that displayed a shifting neon smiley face. Currently, the face was rolling its eyes. Twin monofilament katanas were strapped to her back. "Relax, Jinx," the second figure rumbled. "The man’s got a life." This was Tank.

He replies as Azura smiles, walking back over to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. “I missed you too Dad.” She says softly, looking up at him. He kisses her forehead before Dad steps forward and greets them. “Mama Red.” Kataleya says, I didn’t even notice her step out. I remember her ability as she meets her grandmother. “Leo.” Scarlett says after Kataleya moves away. She closes the gap between us and gives me a hug. I bend down, giving her a one-armed hug back. “Hey.” I reply, moving back just when Raven steps closer. Ok, I never realised these Westwood women were so fucking short. “Hi.”

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.