Avatar Legacy Novels & Stories

"There are old photographs of Mr. David Blackstone and Vivian pretty close to each other." Silence filled the room. My heart pounded. photograph? The assistant continued. "But something is strange." "What?" "There nothing to discover about their relationship on the internet, just few photograph of them together" Alexander frowned. "What do you mean?" "I think they're just business associate." "And, they're close friends." "The family photos have vanished." "The company's website does not lists Vivian as part of the Blackstone family." "It looks as though someone deliberately erased every trace of her."

Though still ancient tech that hadn’t been updated for a thousand years, at least it was up to date. The right side of the new home page on the game panel showed his status in full. And on the top left corner of the screen was a mini chibi full-body icon of him. The style was gothic but also cute, totally on brand with the Trial's dark fairy tale vibe. His avatar had a red hoodie on, one that looked exactly like the one Alice left in the Hollow Log. The only difference between him and his avatar was the black snake tattoo on his left wrist. It became alive in the icon, and not just sitting there, it was raising its head, sniffing around, and even hissing at him like it had got beef.

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.

Nyma’s elder brother, the future Alpha of Raven’s Flock, stood as if the very storms of the old world had shaped him—muscle and bone hardened by a lifetime of discipline, golden eyes bright with a fury barely leashed beneath his skin. Every line of his body promised violence should even a whisper of provocation escape her lips. "Sophie D’Aragon, let me remind you for last! " Kael said, his voice low and grating, each word dragging over the air like a blade against stone. "You were banished. The terms were clear—no return, no exceptions."

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.