Avatar Legacy Novels & Stories

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

I shrugged a shoulder, "Sure, you can store it there for now. I'll make a record that you have it." My brother may not have realized this but I was a very organized man when it came to the things I obsessed over — my weapons being one of those things. I kept accords of everything I owned. It was all in a black book tucked away in my closet. Sure, I could have recorded it electronically but I liked the old school method better. Gunnar sighed, running a hand through his already disheveled hair, "How's the girl? Quinn told me what happened." "And yet you're still mad at her?" I questioned with a smug grin.

Adam whispered into his ear He growled low, resisting the urge to rip out his damn throat and toss it at the Avians feet, The frigidity of the relationship between them had grown worse, due to the fact that they were Incomplete shifters, always retaining some of their Avian Characteristics even when they returned to their humanoid form. "Take care of her" the Avian'svoice rang clearly in his head "be patient, she is yours already, give her time to know it!" With a single bow, they spread their wings and took off, much to Adam's displeasure who kept on groaning about torn wings, if only the hierarchy were up to him, he'd placed the bastard so low on the food chain "Ready the portal" His voice

“Yes, on my mother's mother's side. He turned in his chair and pushed up his shirtsleeve to show off the tattoo on his chest. another arm. It was his own totem pole, done in the Aboriginal art style, showing the skeleton and internal organs. She looked down at her arm, then reached out to follow the features. - A eagle? — Sea eagle. The woman's soft touch sent a thrill through Damien's body, reminding him of the intimacy they had shared, and he shuddered. She pushed back her hand and focused on his face. “A Chinese dragon on an arm. The Chinese grandmother. You were born in the year of the dragon, weren't you? He nodded, cracking a smile. No one would ever say that Theresa is a

I'll be back for you soon. I ran as fast as I could, and because I knew the routes like I knew the back of my hand, I avoided all the patrols trying to track me down. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I reached the border. - I, Beta Brady Brown, resign from my beta status and reject Lycan Moon Pach as my pack. I will continue my life as a rogue and return to save my mate and take revenge on all who cross my path. This is my solemn promise.

The air smelled of old blood and lavender oil—one to remind visitors of strength, the other of civility. That was the Lycan way. Brutality in silk. The gates opened with an ominous creak as Alpha Cedric, cloaked in Ravenflock black, stepped through with his delegation—Luna Elara, ever-graceful even under scrutiny; the Beta Male, silent and watchful; and Beta Female Amelia, her gaze sharp as the twin daggers hidden beneath her cloak.

“You’ve got the wrong person.” “No, sir.” The reply was immediate. Ethan exhaled sharply, pacing a few steps. “This is ridiculous.” “Sir,” Victor continued, “you are the only surviving heir of the Cross lineage.” Ethan froze. The words didn’t immediately register. He turned his head slightly, as if trying to process what he had just heard. “…Heir?” A short, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “Yeah, right.” But there was no humor in it. Only exhaustion.

SYSTEM REGISTER: HSM_CACHE_UNALLOCATED] [DATA TYPE: RAW_AUDIO_BUFFER_09] [INTEGRITY: 100% UNTOUCHED BY PURGE] [STATUS: READY FOR PLAYBACK] "She didn't stream this to the mirror device," Ava whispered, her fingers hovering over the trackpad. "She kept it stored locally on the physical chip. It’s an offline backup."

Each and every Alpha was unique and different. Alpha Augustus of the Sole pack led the procession, even though he was the second oldest Alpha in Avalon, he clearly showed little signs of aging. It was rumoured that he had lived for a century and a half. Although the hair on his head was a startling silver white, his sun kissed skin was still smooth and glistening with aged youth. He also wore white pants with no shirt at all, leaving the muscles of his back completely inked in tattoos.

But, if he doesn't bring her, anyhow his Legacy will be shattered. Within a week Myra's visa got approved. She started packing. She was looking through her mom's wardrobe when she found the ring with a black stone. It was her favourite since her childhood. Her mother used to say that after her mom, she has the right to wear it. When she decided to move out from here for a few weeks, she decided to wear it. Under the ring, nicely a name was engraved.