Avatar Professor Zei Romane & Geschichten

Alpha Jason This was not who I expected when Emerald walked in with Zavian. I was expecting, as the kids say, some creepy old man. That is not what I saw following Emerald into my office. Zavian was my height, so 6’3”, with messy purple hair and bright lime green eyes. He has tattoos covering a large portion of his body and several facial piercings. I have no doubt that he has more under his clothes. I watch as Emerald takes her usual seat between my boys, and Zavain sits down not far from her. I can’t blame him for sitting close to the only person he knows here. He doesn’t seem nervous being here, which makes me uncomfortable.

Dela’s lips spread into a sinister smile. “Mel, help me, Please!” Audra screamed. I looked around frantically. “It’s not real. It’s not real.” I chanted to myself. Squeezing my eyes shut, I covered my ears, shaking my head. Audras screamed pierced through my covered ears. My eyes shot open. A disgusting creature stood before me, taking the place of Dela, it's back facing me. It was covered in spikes. Puss-filled sacks covered its body. It’s armed long and boney. Its claws crusted with blood. The smell of rotting flesh filled the air and a sour taste settled on my tongue. Its hair was patchy and oily. Its skin grey.

“This is a synthetic case. An avatar of the primary subroutines.” The shape came out of the light. She wore a flawless, white uniform of the Old World, decorated with golden ears. You Face was immaculate, the trains were hard, aristocratic and from an ice-cold authority a. The eyes glowed in an artificial, penetrating gold. My breath stopped. It was the exact physical image of the man from the old Video recording in Bunker Alpha. “You came back, Kaelen,” said the Avatar. His voice was calm, paternal and deeply threatening. “I waited for you so long in the dark. The

In the digital view, it was a Forge. "Welcome, Little Glitch," a voice echoed through the Spire’s comms. A figure materialized—an avatar of a woman whose skin was a scrolling ticker of "Old World" C++ code. "I am Aria. We’ve been watching your 'Season' since the first puck dropped in Oakhaven. We didn't think you'd actually make it to the Cloud." "Aria," Elara stepped forward, the silver core of Julian pulsing in her chest. "You mentioned physical bodies. Real skin. Real bone."

I am so attracted to him I wish he was touching my bare waist. "Zuri, my name is Cull. Captain Cull. I am from the planet Shikaz," he states as the music begins. I just nod and smile. I want him to tell me all about himself. I want to see if his insides match his gorgeous outsides, because if they do... My goodness, I want him as my mate. He is perfect. His broad shoulders and towering height... He isn't too muscular looking but I can feel the hard forearm under his uniform. He is toned. His black hair is cut short which is a great look on him. I can see his entire face and let me say, every angle is spectacular.

Without caring about Zeno, Cia approached her two children. Lavatera is the female version of Zeno. They all look alike: brown irises, tall, and aquiline noses. Eyebrow color, brown hair color, also sensual lips like Zeno. Then, Lief was the male version of Arlica. Almost all of them are similar: golden irises, sharp but small nose, darker eyebrow color than Lave, silver hair color, and similar lip shape to Zeno. Only one that is not similar to Cia.

“And I won’t be a funnel. I will be a threshold.” The word landed like a drawn line. Thresholds invite crossing. “They also decide how,” I replied. Silence stretched, vast and measuring. Then something changed. The pressure became… shaped. A figure resolved at the ward’s boundary, not a body exactly, but a suggestion of one. Tall. Genderless. Wreathed in motion that looked like time slowing itself. Azrael stiffened. “An Avatar,” he said quietly. “Careful.” The avatar inclined its head, not to me, but to the land.

It was a massive, obsidian spire that reached into the clouds, pulsing with the golden light of the "Ascension." As we approached, the air grew thin, the "Siphon" already starting to draw the breath out of our lungs. "Subject 01... you are persistent," a voice boomed from the spire. It wasn't a speaker. It was a "Holographic Projection" of Vivian Vance, her image three hundred feet tall, towering over the ruins like a goddess. "Mother," I said, my voice amplified by the drones. "The 'Default' is cancelled. I’m here to 'Audit' the accounts."

Extremely happy. "And you really get lucky with your husband! You said the president isn't that handsome in person. He's a Greek God," Seb said, causing Ares to immediately pout. Zelo had a sudden job so he left us for a while. That one doesn't want to leave but he can't really abandon his responsibility either. Zelo is just always serious when it comes to his work too. "Gosh, I'm more handsome," Ares said, which Seb ignored.

Viviane stated. “That was my wolf. You also responded, don't you recall purring?” Viviane gasped, realization down on her and she scrambled farther but I took her wrist and pulled her on my lap. “Where do you think you are going?” Zeus' grave voice takes over me briefly. “Mate.” He roared possessively. She looks at me with those chocolate dewey eyes like a deer caught in headlights. “Are you afraid I might bite?” He teases her, grazing his canines along her neck and when he finds the spot where our mark will go my tongue darts out and licks it, eliciting a moan from her. I shouldn't have allowed my wolf out though, I always have morning wood but now I am hard rock solid. The fabric of my sh