Avatar Omashu Novels & Stories

I lost sight of Amos. Sherizzah howls again to gather the pack around me when the surroundings are clear from the Vengeance pack. ["Let me help you!"] She bends down a little for me to cling to her back and stand up slowly. Zaeramil came down already and an image of a floating book is above his right hand.

"There wasn't a problem. We were just talking to our new friend here." "Are you alright, Ava?" Shiro mind linked with her. The two other girls were humans, and while all the humans here knew of the werewolves, they didn't know much about the inner workings of packs and the sort. "Yes, Master Shiro," she looked at him with nervous eyes. She looked much like her father, Nikita. She had his same blue eyes. But her hair was a light blonde rather than the brown that her father had. She was a beautiful omega. Shiro would be happy to see her find her mate and grow a family. She was a kind soul.

The beats from the music made her remember Damon. She danced harder, screaming again, “Come on! Louder!” She turned too quickly and crashed face-first into a stranger's warm, solid chest. “Shit—sorry!” she gasped, using her hands to balance herself after she hit the stranger. Her waist got caught by strong hands that belonged to a man with big hands and familiar hands. Elena slowly raised her gaze to him. Her heart thudded heavily against her chest. It was him. Damon Voss stood there in the VIP section, looking down at her with dark, burning eyes. His black shirt had the top buttons open, showing smooth, tanned skin and a hint of hard muscle.

The collar rune around my throat snapped—light cracking like glass. It dissolved. Mara’s face twisted with rage. “No,” she hissed. “You don’t get to—” “I do,” I snapped. I turned to the black-water seam and spoke the only command that mattered. “RETURN.” Ash surged—not upward, not outward—*sideways*, into the water like a hook. The black water fought, swirling, trying to swallow my ash. I clenched my jaw and pushed. “RETURN HER.” The water bulged. A shape rose.

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

Had they killed all the Omegas this time? He shoved open the training room door and then stopped in his tracks. There were injured and lifeless wolves all over the floor. Blood everywhere. Carnage. And right in the middle of it was the other half of him. The woman that the Moon Goddess had tied to him for better or worse. Ava. She was huge, black and beautiful. Blood dripped from her fangs, and her fur was soaked with it. She turned to face him and lowered her head. She showed her bloody fangs in a snarl that made the hair on his arms rise.

said Johan. Lord Ombra touched Dagon on the head and said some words. A golden ring appeared around the child which suddenly shrunk and sank into his body. Dagon gave a little whelp. “It’s okay now.” said Ombra, “I have locked his image with a spell. He will remain in that human form as long as the sun is up.” “That is good then.” the dean said with a professional smile. “Then let us get on our way.

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'Yildiz, meet Oshmin, the God of Life and Death.' Those words keep repeating themselves over and over in my head. Every single one ringing with truth. My animai is the God, Oshmin? But… that can’t be. He’s a sanguidae, he… he’s called himself Osiah several times and never have I felt him lying. This doesn’t make any sense; this has to be another trick. “You really are a fucking prick, Jartre,” Morrtemis hisses.

Yet, sometimes they still called me with name since I said it was okay to use my real name here. My avatar, a miniature dragon, flickered its tail, acknowledging the call. Bear, rabbit, eagle, tiger, and more roamed this space, each avatar as unique as its user. Our leader, Number 1, had chosen a majestic white tiger that stood upright on two legs with white robe. "Number 10, have you adjusted well to the sleeping capsule I sent over four months ago?" inquired Number 2, his voice emanating from an old monkey avatar with notably long arms.