Avatar Omashu Novels & Stories

“Oh? Who do you hate, hmm? Can you tell this old friend of yours?” Arman startles and quickly turns toward the direction of the voice, A lone figure in a dark cape walks out of the shadow behind the water tank and walks toward Arman who is trembling non-stop when he sees the face of the newcomer. This figure has a handsome face and confident smile as if all the things in the world belong to himIf Zhu Wushang were to be here he would remember this face, It’s the face of Romulus, the Last Emperor of the Roman Empire. But this time, He has black sclera and glowing red eyes, the clear sign of the one who was infected with the virus.

Ansh shouted as he shook the lifeless body in an attempt to wake her up. “You will be alright…wait…” Ansh said as he took Shama in his arms. His eyes turned blue in color as he ran at light speed.

Alpha Asher grunted, holding my bag in his hands. I followed Alpha Asher silently, my paws tapping against the thick pads on the floor. The lights were off inside, all coming on at once as Alpha Asher flipped the switches. Once the door was closed, Alpha Asher turned to me. “Shift.” His voice was rough and commanding. I’m sure Maya would’ve done anything he asked, so long as he used that tone. The fur retreated from my body, my bones shifting back with minimal discomfort. My long raven colored hair hung down to my waist, covering most of my bre*sts as I stood bare in front of Alpha Asher.

His jaw is clenched, and he lets out a tortured groan, like an animal caught in a trap. “Help,” I cry, not sure if I need help for me or for Axel or for both of us. Ama stands with muscular arms folded, a victorious smile on her face, like this moment is special for her. Hatred for her boils in my stomach. The shaman keeps shaking the feet, rattling them together like a rattlesnake, until I want to scream, to tear my hands off if that’s the only escape. The moon mark on my arm sears into my soul, wrapping around

Vishal "Hello, Amaira." Amaira "Vishal, before the pink moon night, if you share your powers with Anvi, you will become stronger than Agastya. You will understand yourself, how to use your powers. This, I thought, I should tell you. If you become stronger than Agastya, you will be able to make the vampires surrender and show them what Agastya did. The werewolves will also not dare to go against you, or harm Anvi or any innocent vampire."

Hamish whispered, “Unification. The echo is unification.” I glared. “Speak plainly, Hamish.” He turned to me slowly. “Ashen is not merely awakening. He is reforming the original eclipse form.” Ashen’s breath caught sharply. “You mean… me?” “Yes,” Hamish said. “You.” A cold pulse of panic rose inside Ashen, and immediately I wrapped an arm around him, pulling him against my chest. “You are not becoming something else,” I said firmly. “You are becoming a stronger version of yourself.”

She plopped down with a huff and began to dig in. Ulrich, being the brute that he was, yanked the leg off the roasted turkey and took a bite. I ignored the way my stomach clenched, filling my throat with the sting of bile. “Jade, Vasu, Rosalind, and Mara are a few.” Amora sighed, “She won Vasu over, truly? What a pity. The God of Serpents is stunning. Mara, on the other hand, isn’t exactly a surprise. She’s always been so full of wrath.”

I didn't know what to make of him. He seemed almost... otherworldly. Finally, he spoke, his voice deep and raspy. "I am called Shane," he said. "And I am...wait! Who are you? Where am I?” He squeezed my arm in his. "My name is Harley," I replied, my voice still trembling. "And this is my home." I didn't know what else to say - I was still trying to process what was happening. He continued to stare at me, his grip on my arm tightening. I started to panic, and I tried to pull away from him.

Amora Before she could push further, I urged her to my study room. I was sitting behind my desk as I examined the envelope she had given me. She was sitting on the black couch in my study. "His name is Davis as you would find in some of those files." She told me as I flipped through the pages however, what she said next made me look up at her. "His name is Davis London. He is from the Midnight pack and beta to the late Alpha Calvin."

Amos respectfully bowed his head to greet Azalia. He was a man with red eyes and dark hair, just like Adom people were known for, with the exception of his rather medium height and his lack of impressive muscles all Adom men usually proudly showed off. It made Azalia wonder if he was purely Adom, or if he was mixed with another race without having any visible characteristics to prove it. "The pleasure is all mine." Azalia politely answered Amos. She almost thought she saw his red eyes turn black for a few instants, but couldn't be sure because of how fast it had happened.