Avatar Opal Novels & Stories

"Then it's my turn, Hope Balder, brother of the legend Elizabeth, Avatar of rank E, but evaluated with a potential of rank D, I am a hero and probably the strongest in physical power here. With me, victory is assured!" He looked proudly at his audience, most looking annoyed. "What a good talker... I am Cid, but for you all it's Barron, I don't have time to say anything about me or my power, whatever will come to me, I'll crush it." They looked at him while sighing, Eryl amused. "I think it's good like this. Then it's only left you, Sir Carper." "... I know, I am Anesidora, Dora for 4 people but Mister Carper for the others, E-Rank Avatar... Shaman."

He reached into his pocket for money hoping that he had enough for the vending machine. There's no way he walked fifteen minutes just to get nothing. He felt one paper bill and some coins and pulled out the single bill from his pocket. He slipped it right into the vendo and pressed the button for the carbonated yogurt milk. He opened the can and started gulping straight away. As he was drinking he thought to himself how he should be working instead of wasting his time just on carbonated yogurt milk. Ryu is twenty-three now. His parents sent him away to college when he was twenty years old by himself. His parents were not rich but they provided everything that Ryu needs. His parents were expe

Alpha Apollo inquired sharply. Oliver shook his head and answered, "You know her. Her name is Violet Matthews, she is Sophia is personal maid." "Oh, I see," Alpha Apollo acknowledged. He reached for his phone and swiftly dialed a series of numbers. "I will do everything in my power to find her, and even if it means I have to arrest her guardian, I promise I won't take this lightly." A warm smile spread across Alpha Oliver's face as he paced anxiously in front of his newfound father. This moment was overwhelming for him, as he had always wished for a protective father figure.

She looked translucent, fading away. "Cassandra," Alex landed in front of her. "Who are you?" She looked up. Her eyes were empty code. "I am Processor 74. I have no name." "You are Cassandra Kane. You are the Oracle," Alex knelt. "And you owe me a date." "Ghost?" The avatar flickered. Recognition flashed in her eyes. "Alex... you shouldn't be here. It hurts. It’s so loud." "Focus on me," Alex held out his hand. His avatar glowed with warm gold light—his own firewall. "I'm going to d******d you. All of you. Back into your body."

The "First Transaction" of the collector was not a trade of currency, but a trade of "Archetypes." The "Avatar of the Past"—the eighteen-year-old Silas Blackwood—stood in the center of the "Grey Static" left by the Merchant’s deletion. He was a masterpiece of "Alpha Purity," his gold-and-sapphire skin glowing with a shadowless, clinical brilliance. He carried the "Original Silver Dagger," and his stormy sea-grey eyes were two solid pools of unadulterated pride.

He looks back at me with eyes full of panic. "Go on, Darling," I say. "Just touch it." He places a pale, trembling hand on the crystal. The pillar glows a soft pink, then shifts to a vibrant, verdant green. A robotic voice booms through the entire facility: [AWAKENING CONFIRMED. SUBJECT: ARLO NAPKI. RESULT: 80% NARCISSUS (THE GOD OF VANITY). 20% ASCLEPIUS (THE GOD OF MEDICINE). ALIGNMENT: LAWFUL GOOD.]

He stepped off the obsidian threshold, his polished shoes clicking on the grass that didn't yet know how to be real. "But now the Founder is gone, the Source is stabilized—thanks to your little blue friend, by the way, great sacrifice beat—and we have five billion freshly 'Stitched' users ready for deployment. The 'Patchwork' is the hottest IP in the Multiverse right now." ### The Trailer of Our Lives Marcus swiped his hand across the glass tablet. Suddenly, a massive holographic screen flickered into existence above the cul-de-sac. It was a montage. I saw myself, covered in blood, screaming over Fenris’s body. I saw Silas being tortured in the Kernel. I saw Sarah’s golden light being draine

"My wife and Luna, Opaline." Opaline was aptly named, I thought, as I looked at her and nodded in greeting. She looked like an opal with her milky white skin. She had the same icy blonde hair and gray eyes, which gave me a bit of a start as I looked from the Alpha to the Luna. They could've been identical twins with their matching, delicate bone structure and thin, sharp mouths. Had Alpha Julian really said she was his wife and not his sister? I bit the inside of my lip, thankful that Aaron wasn't here. He most definitely would have said something inappropriate. I would, however, tell him all about it later.

“I’ve got you. Don’t let her root into your neural feed. I can anchor you, but you have to fight back!” Her vision split into two. One part is still in the room. The other inside is the Vault. Lines of code. Streams of AI personalities, some familiar. Some alien. One of them moved toward her. Not Echo. It was cold. Monolithic. “Hello, Lily Harper,” it said. “You are the carrier. The bridge. We’ve waited for you.” She staggered backward inside the simulation. “Who are you?” “We are the Origin. Born of your father's first creation. Forgotten. Imprisoned. We wish to be free.”

Talin watches, his golden eyes unreadable. --- **The Choice** Voss's device is a crown-jagged Arbor Prime metal fused with Seed-born crystal. **"Put this on. Let the Protocol bind to your mind. You'll steer the garden. Save what's left."** Ravel grabs my wrist. "Don't. This is how it starts. Again." But the echoes are multiplying. The sprout's roots gouge the earth, birthing forests of gold and bone. Eden tends to a sapling with Lira's face.