Avatar Legacy Novels & Stories

"We are fairly difficult to kill, we only die when we are severely wounded in a fight, and I mean badly wounded." "Or from old age?" "Well! I would not be so sure. You see the same substance also slows our aging. So old age is not a problem, not by human standards anyway. And we Agostis even age better, I mean have you seen Avo?" "I know he looks more like your father, definitely not for your granddad." "Well, actually AVo is our great great grandfather." "What?" That could not be true. I mean Avo did not look a year older than forty.

“I…” She started and paused. “Don’t even think of lying to us. If you know as much as I think you know about us, then you know we’ll smell the lie on you like we can smell your fear.” I warned her. “I am one of the last living descendants of the Sage wolves.” She said and my eyes widened in surprise. Even Gavrael was shocked. Then his shock became rage. He hated Sage wolves with every fibre of his being. “That’s not possible. Sage wolves have been extinct for a long time.” He said.

(Luna Queen Morrigan’s P.O.V) It had been two weeks since Juniper was taken, and Beatrix had broken their bond making Euan just a shell of himself. He hadn’t been the same, he was like a walking zombie and if he wasn’t numb to everything, he was metaphorically ripping the heads off of our pack members and subjects. There were several times we had to sedate him and Dakota because he was flying off the handle. My cousin, Alstin, and my Uncle Albrun were working hard trying to locate the rogue camp in the Rogue Lands. My brother-in-law Lysander was doing everything he could to find the rogue necromancer, Agitha, who brought Beatrix back to life. Both searches weren’t going well; the Rogue Lands

His dark hair was sleeping on his shoulders, swaying slightly as he moved. "I told you, Benjamin, the regular werewolves don't want to be part of the war. Maybe you should try to make peace with the avians. " Michael immediately recognized Nicholas's voice. His hair was all piled up at the back, rolled into a doughnut. He looked just five years younger than he is in reality. Like humans, werewolves and avians age, but they age a hundred times slower after crossing their twenties. The both men were shirtless, exposing their chiseled chests, but the thick, hairy cloak obscured the majority of them.

A year later Sitting on a couch in the living room, I flipped through the photo album on my lap. They were photos from our wedding. Staring at them and seeing the smiles on our faces had me reminiscing. "Mwommy, ish this dhaddy and uncle Vah?". Angel who was sitting beside me on the couch asked. She is now two years old and looks like a bundle of sunshine. "Yes baby". I answered as she grabbed onto my arm, staring at the photo with a little cute frown on her face.

His eyes darted toward me in panic. Alisa, however, scoffed and typed again. [What are you so scared of? Your wife’s blind. What’s she gonna see?] His breath hitched. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he struggled to keep calm. Then, like a man who’d just given up, he let out a deep sigh. “Babe, can you hand me the box of cigarettes on the nightstand?” That cigarette box he mentioned was clearly labeled: Durex Ultra-Thin—Bare Feel.

Just the man I saved—and the man who was currently breaking my heart. ​"What are you doing here, Mr. Cromwell?" I asked, my voice trembling. "The 'Legacy' is inside." ​"The Legacy is a lie," he said, taking a step into the moonlight. "And you shouldn't be talking to Velez. He’s a vulture, Hannah. He doesn't want your talent. He wants to take the only thing I have left that's real." ​He didn't call me 'Martin.' He didn't mention the footage. He just stood there, the distance between us filled with the things he was too proud to say.

“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.

Drake turned to motion towards Angel, "My dear friend here is very hungry if you can give him something to eat, I will gladly get rid of any monsters you wish.” “We don’t have much but if you can kill those damn monsters we can certainly spare something.” They looked up to see an older version of the little girl holding a rifle. “Names Alexis Romanov and she’s my little sister, Akilina. Come in and we’ll talk.” Drake stood up, “That would be good.” He turns toward Angel again and holds out his hand. Angel walks ahead of Drake and they follow the girls into the Cabin.

he said sarcastically. "And you have such great power yet you can't use it" he tsk, throwing Junes head to the side and slowly walked up to me. "It's to bad you are dying today and the legacy of your forefathers won't continue.. you are dying today FINAL DESTINATION " he smirked.