Avatar Professor Zei Novels & Stories

Posy whispered. "Get out of that throne right now!" Zeke roared. I had never seen him so angry. I think his werewolf side was coming out. His eyes had that familiar glow. Yavo slowly got up. "Oh, shit. Is that your throne? My bad. It was empty." "Actually it's mine." I proclaimed. "I wasn't sitting in it because I thought I'd look like a dick sitting at a throne while the rest of you sit at a table. Thank you for proving me right."

Squashing the dispute with the humans would free up their resources to focus and take down the actual threat—Salvay—and his ever-elusive partner, Passerini. “Heard you were back,” Zigor said. “In more ways than one.” Dressed like the others, Ava no longer wore her cloak. It had been more for a disguise than fashion. With a solid form, she could move about without the garb to keep her unstable form hidden. Ava could dress as the others did and although Anabella wanted her head on a spike, the other woman was gracious enough to give her open access to her closet.

Tanya asked, using her eyes to screen them. "Maybe they want to ." Aria guessed. Megan recognized them from the mall, one of the advantages of being a werewolf. One glance at something or someone and it would glue to her brain forever. She didn't say anything. She remained quiet. With the same advantage, Avara and Charlotte recognized them. "Hey!" Avara smiled. "I am looking for one Mr. Zain. Zain Adolphus, he works as a coach here." "Oh, you mean that poor coach of ours?" Aria and Tanya laughed.

My butterflies hovered over Xanthea’s face, dusting her with anesthetic pollen as I gently closed her eyelids, easing her into unconsciousness. My head snapped back, hearing footsteps approaching from behind. Another Azum — this one wearing glasses — walked toward us. I glanced at the one in front of me. “He’s my avatar. A clone,” he said. “He’ll assist you.” I returned my focus to Xanthea. “Ungh!” Xanthea writhed as the divine energy pulsed harder from the fang. “Begin transfusion!” I cried. “Quick!” Azum lay beside Xanthea as his avatar began chanting the transfusion spell.

He just blinks and rolls out his tongue panting lightly. I rub his fur, man it's uber soft, I hear a rumbling coming from him. That sends delicious shivers through me. "Are you okay Zavier?" He rises slowly replying, 'Yes, it feels great when you rub my fur!' Oh goodness I caused that? Wow! 'Tell them that we're ready!' He says and I yell to the photographer, "We're ready!" They gave me a thumbs-up and start flashing away. My favorite pose was when me and Zavier howled while I had my fists high up in the air. He stood over the car and he was much bigger than it! He says, 'Okay I'm gonna turn back now.' Without warning he started shrinking with me still on him gasp, "Zavier!?" But before I kn

she asked “No, thank you. Maybe next time.” The two of them kissed goodbye before Zeiara gazed back at Zeeve for the second time. She reminded me of Zeeve's female counterpart, and they might easily be mistaken for twins, despite the fact that Zeiara appeared to be much younger than Zeeve. Her fair complexion was complemented by her thick but lovely brows, pinkish lips, and deep brown eyes. Walking towards Zeeve, she strolled with her long hair cascading at the waist.

I need to release it to ease the dizziness that I feel. The man wearing a mask suddenly appeared in front of me and the other two beside me and Tania. I pulled Tania closer to me and I told her that everything will be alright for her not to be scared. She holds me tight because she is scared even she tried not to. Maybe she was thinking that they are three and I am only one. One of the guys tried to pull Tania away from me but he failed. Of course, I will never let my queen be dragged by someone away from me. I know Jopher is waiting until midnight for this because he wants Tania, but I will not allow him to hurt her. I will not allow him to get Tania or even touch her. The man who was weari

no one saw because the car is designed such that no one can see or smell anything inside it,” he smiled as he kissed my forehead. “You can’t go shirtless, Zarek,” I said. “Let me wear my own clothes so that people don’t find me disrespectful.” “You are so perfect in every way, Zoe !” Zarek sighed. “You are biased, boy,” I winked as I got off the car. * * * * * * CHARACTER SKETCH: ZOE'S MATES: Talon Green – Green Moss Pack Lucan Cohen – Ocean Spirit Pack Corwin Dixon – Moon Shine Pack

It’s when they are adults that they are hyper and want to be active. Avia and Zela join me in the elevator and head down to the cafe for breakfast. Avia has caramel blond hair with bright green eyes. She has a curvy body similar to mine. Zela is thin and has an athletic body. She has long, jet black, poker-straight hair and deep brown eyes. They are holding hands. They share a room since they are a couple. Their room is on the same floor as mine, which is nice.

The air felt thick with ozone and hidden power. Joel slipped between the racks, heart steady. At the center stood an elevated console, its interface displaying cascading lines of code: the predator’s heartbeat. Leila, monitoring remotely via a hardened line, whispered through the comms. “It’s processing massive data sets. Victim profiles. Behavioral forecasts. And financial ledgers tied to IZO44.” Suddenly, the servers whirred louder. Lights intensified. A holographic projection materialized above the console: a silhouetted figure, features obscured.The voice that emerged was calm, synthesized yet commanding.