Avatar Ozai 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."

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“HEY, WATCH IT, WHERE- Wait, who are you?” Now standing at the table was a short, thin girl with oversized gray-colored eyes and dark green hair. She was wearing exactly the same clothing as Bri. “I’m a Seishin, dummy! Jeez, show some respect when introducing yourself.” “I WASN’T-“ “Oh, it’s Kaze. It’s always nice to see you manifest in physical form. It’s been a while since you’ve left my mind.” “It felt like a wonderful and amazing time to manifest in this beautiful world! I can’t wait to have some of your tasty tea and snacks!”

"Like I'm a pawn for you to control?! I didn't sign up for this costume party to be an errand boy! I have my own reasons for being here, and I'm no attack mage! You got beefy over there take him instead!!!" He said, pointing at the large framed figure on the throne. " Kanchi Asobi is a Holy Shoutorin artist. He doesn't fight anymore!!!" The figure snapped back at him. The figure walked over to the candelabra and dripped his blood over it once more.

' Gabriele thoughtfully glance at the guy who finally came in front of him and stopped, keeping a little bit of distance from him. His looks were ordinary but the sharp grey and shallow eyes stood out of this ordinary features and the expensive clothing he wore. He smiled and offered his hands covered with white cloth. Gabrielle stared at it before finally reaching out for it to shake with a reluctant expression even though that expression can’t be seen. The guy in front of him as if noticing his reluctance at shaking hands on him, take back his hands immediately after a brief contact of Gabriel skin. He smiled once again and offered to introduce himself, "I'm Cuzo. Clone and Kuro Young Mast

Before Serena could turn, she stabbed a thorned shell into her back and Serena dropped heavily on the ground, unconscious. "Lock her up",Sozai said. "Until I can hypnotize her again, she will remained restrained". "You should just kill her", Ariadne said viciously. Now that she had become obsessed with Xavier, she never wanted him to go and Serena was a threat. "Whoever lays a hand on her will face the sting of my wrath",Sozai growled at his sister. His handsome face crumbled and his true form threatened to reveal itself. His blue eyes became white and his mouth widened, sharp rows of teeth visible. His scales were glowing white.

What surprised me was the bruises on his half-naked body and his being chained to a collar with a stars-damn leash. When Jase collars and leashes, it’s fun. I don’t mind being his hound, but when we play, Jase has never once abused me like what has been done to Carson. Did Razor ever give him a safe word? Probably not, since his play isn’t sexual regarding men. It’s mental. Mine is Dorayaki. It’s my favorite dessert I get whenever I visit Japan on business with Ryder. They are mini pancakes that sandwich savory meats and red bean paste between them. Yum!

- Colby says, leaving and closing the door. Angel sighs. He was unwilling to get up and get dressed. Perhaps a clash of cultures was what would decide his destiny. He wears white jeans with several rips, a belt from which several chains come out, a white and extra tight T with a design of two boys in a very romantic position, and he wears his white sneakers and holds his hair in a disheveled bun and leaves several loose ends that fall to the side of his face. He put on his ring and chose a bracelet made of stones in the color of the rainbow. In his ears, he puts three diamonds, one in the right ear and two in the left. He puts on blue navy eyeliner, which makes his beautiful eyes look even p

"No worries, I only need them to see." They smile at me and the boy who said I'm pretty adds, "She's funny, Uncle Ashrac." If only Ashrac had his sensitivity. "And who are you?" I ask. He steps forward with a glowing look. "I'm Botan of the Purple Dragon Clan and I'm four." He turns slightly and places his small hand on his brother's arm. "This is Rotan of the Purple Dragon Clan and he's four too." Rotan brushes off the brotherly hand. "She knows that, dummy."

I couldn’t place the name, and his face was bloodied so that I couldn’t recognize him. “Miyazaki?” Aidan asked. “Isn’t that the low-level scumbag Azer turned nineteen years ago to create an anchor in Japan?” Now I remembered him. He was a pathetic excuse for a man and vampire by all accounts. He was only brought into the Order to be Azer’s errand boy because he could sense the potential powers a human would have if turned. Rumors said he already earmarked his three dvampir children to turn when adults. Twisted fucker.