Avatar Opal Novels & Stories

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.

The sapphire lines across my belly spun wildly, pulling my strength inward, not outward — the Void recognizing its ancient jailer. The Avatar drifted closer, stopping only three paces away. From beneath its cloak it drew a weapon — The Abyssal Ice Harpoon, five feet long, forged from the frozen waters of the deepest trench, barbed with three jagged prongs that steamed with a cold capable of stopping an immortal’s heart. “Your mate is sixty leagues north, smashing puppets of mud,” it hissed, tilting its head with terrible curiosity. “By the time he smells the blood of this room… the pact shall be sealed.”

Manik exclaimed. “I’ll kick his ass! How dare you destroy this world for something bizarre like that!” Kartika exclaimed pissed off. Alfi holds her and shakes his head. “Join us! The worshipers of Vanilla and NTR Doujinshi, Harasho!” Manik exclaimed rising both of his hands. “All right, let’s kill him.” Alfi said pissed off. “Right!” Kartika and Koji exclaimed. Alfi draws Paw-pang from his bracelet and morphs those eleven pebbles into three stone platforms. Alfi, Kartika, and Koji jump on each of them and come to Manik. Koji unsheathes his sword and strokes it cloaking the blade in flame.

The sound echoed softly through the bathroom and for the first time today, the tension in my chest eased slightly. My gaze drifted toward Fay’s phone resting nearby on the counter and my thoughts immediately returned to Amarok. I still didn’t trust him but curiosity was beginning to creep in despite myself. Before Fay could question me, I reached for her phone. She frowned immediately. “What are you doing?” “Research.” “That sounds dangerous" she said. “It probably is" I replied. I unlocked the phone quickly and typed Amarok’s name into the search engine. Several results appeared immediately. Apparently he was the Alpha of Black Hollow pack who had gone missing for years after losing his pow

He has the aura of one, but it’s mixed with more. He moves and pulls his top over his head. My eyes follow the planes of his chest, going lower, until I see the V, goddammit. My eyes look away. “Just this, but it needs covering,” he says. I look at his chest, it’s... interesting. “That’s an intriguing design,” I mutter. It’s a wolf with blood dripping from its teeth and the name Opal in red, as if it’s created by the blood. It’s not big though.

They were clad in silver and bronze armor, holding swords in their hands, and looking like the heavenly soldiers and generals that came from the high heavens. “Kill the God!” Jim roared thunderously. All the powerhouses around him also shouted frantically at this time. Thousands of troops flocked toward Apophis. Seeing this, Apophis narrowed his eyes, and a huge purple lightsaber that was nearly three meters long appeared in his hand. He stepped forward with his sword and attacked thousands of soldiers all by himself. Every sword that slashed out from his hand would destroy a great number of enemies in front of him and clear up a huge space. Some cracks appeared in the void due to his slash.

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.

“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.