Avatar Professor Zei Romane & Geschichten

Kael had folded his arms, looking like this was all a game. Zeil, still furious, didn’t stop. He pointed at Kael, claws extended. “Help me catch and kill this rogue. He’s crossed the line!” His voice was low, but deadly. His fangs out, claws ready to strike again. The aura around him changed. Vera’s smile dropped. Her eyes flickered in confusion. This wasn’t play. Zeil didn’t look like himself anymore. He looked like something else. Something darker. Something must have gone wrong.

Victor muttered as he looked at Layla with pity. “Just to make things clear, brat. She’s mine, not yours. And even she turns into a horrendous creature, she’d remain mine,” Zev slowly turned back to his human form, leaving a few parts of his body covered with fur. “… and never would be yours,” he continued before moving a few feet away from the lady.

Tavon became a child actor so his real dad could spot his face on the theater mirrors across the city, and Zuberi learned how to hack the pack files to find matching bloodlines online. "That Jim guy looks like a swamp monster, Mommy! He has zero alpha traits!" Zuberi pouts his lips out. "But this male I dug up today looks exactly like a real king! He looks like us!" I sigh, knowing how stubborn my little hacker pup can be when he wants something. "Fine. Show me the face on the screen. Let me see this magnificent wolf you found." Zuberi hits a few buttons on his pad, and a big photo pops up under the glass.

Maybe proximity mattered, or intention or emotion triggered something deeper. Zeus noticed the artifact’s reaction. He looked down at his chest, seeing the glow, then back at Kiera. Understanding spread across his wolf features. He shifted to human form mid-battlefield, completely unbothered by his nakedness or vulnerability. His scarred body was a testament to battles survived and enemies destroyed. “Interesting,” Zeus said, his voice carrying despite the chaos around us. “The artifact recognizes you. Responds to you.” Kiera shifted back to human form as well, refusing to be at a communication disadvantage. “Stay away from him.”

My chest tightened, and it was then reality cracked upon me that all this time Zahir had been telling the story of Zeve’s parents, grandparents and their struggle with Derek and the vampires. Lucella and Morfan peered at Zeve. I could hear Zeve’s heart hammer against her chest. “Who?” Her voice came out in a trembling whisper. “Who am I?” Zeve lifted her gaze at Zahir. Her eyes looked as if they were made of nothing but bright white light. Hikari got up and stood in front of Zahir. Zahir got up from his seat, and Hikari touched the dragon tattoo on his neck, clenching his Katana in his other hand.

Alpha Vincent looked like he was going to say something to me, but decided against it. "Let her out of the cell" he said to the person standing beside him. Then, he walked away. "I'm sorry you had to go through all that" the blond said as he opened the door to the cell. "It's fine. I've never seen you around before. Who are you?" I asked. "You can call me Zeke. I'm the pack's Gamma" he said and I nodded in understanding. Still, he just seemed to be an ordinary werewolf. "True. That's what everyone think when I introduce myself to them"

“So, you are trying to say that the monster with big claws is the reason behind all this mess? If the mate-bond thing is regulated by some beast, I will definitely die in a short period of time.” Zuriel felt my unease from the words and tried to hold my hand, I didn’t show attitude and grasped it. “What you saw was the half-shifted form, Zev is a stunning white wolf. Moreover, he is shy, quiet and playful. You will love him.” A wolf? A carnivore animal was described by Zuriel as a playful pet, it drove me nuts. “Is he with us right now?” I asked to confirm the privacy of our conversation, the whole concept of a ghost in this room was haunting me.

I didn't read that part because I didn't think it was necessary. "Sit." His stern tone didn't have me submitting. He just proved that he only wanted me for the book. I started to walk around the table allowing my hair to bounce against my shoulders but Zavier was quick to teleport in front of me. "Ariella sit now." Zavier said. His soft features went hard making him look more like a dark God. It wasn't until this moment that I noticed his young and boyish features. Maybe it was because he didn't have his usual dressy clothes on. His simple jeans and shirt helped him out.

"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."

Whoever it was, it’s clearly not Vladimir. “Me?” a cocky voice said. “I’m the mighty Louise, Zheira. I thought I’ve already made an impression. Surely you have never forgotten our first meeting.” He jumped from the ceiling and offered his big hands. He’s wearing a red cloak, and its hood was dangling on his back. A cheeky smile was plastered on his lips. Zheira moved back, stumbling as the stool broke. She closed her eyes and groaned as the impact knocked the breath out of her.