Avatar Rangi Novels & Stories

Even so, I love it since it is similar to my name from my previous life, despite the difference in meaning. Similar to my father, I have platinum-silver hair, a pair of white lion ears, a lion tail, and a pair of amber-colored eyes. No one can dispute the similarities between our physical appearances in my Passive-Aggressive Form and my father's Passive Form, except for my white wings.

The furry, blended paw delivered a deadly kick that knocked out Arkan's molars. Of all the REDCA members, Ravin has the most diverse coat patterns. Red is, of course, beautifully polished as his true identity. The white and black stripes are a bonus. The red wolf clan elders used to welcome Ravin's birth with great fanfare. The diversity of patterns signaled a balanced strength of mind, body, and emotions. Arkan got up, shaking out his fur. "How did you do it?" "Your fang moves are too easy to remember." "One more round!"

RAVEN Well, I disobeyed him and took twenty minutes, since I decided to shower and change into something a little less body shaping. Pulling on some tan-coloured leggings, a sports bra and a tan oversized off-shoulder top. There, now I look like a Raven Potato. This is good; no intense stares from guys trying to look at my smaller potatoes… I cupped my boobies. Yes, they were small, yet they were nice and rounded, they weren’t flat either. Maybe they weren’t anything like Aunty Red’s and Kiara's, but they would do. My little cutesy boobies...

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

I yell as shift into my wolf form without even bothering to take my clothes off, causing them to shred into pieces around me. I hear what sounds like knuckles cracking as my claws extend and my hands go from being those of a fairly petite wolf to the paws of a large brown wolf. Even though I’m small in my human form, my wolf is also an Alpha, and as such, she’s quite large. It shocks most people when they see the size difference between my two forms. I feel the slight sting as my canine teeth extend from my gums into my mouth. And I feel enveloped in warmth as brown fur begins sprouting all over my body. Ruby’s fur is the color of a milk chocolate candy bar with a blonde, sun kissed hue, jus

Then Aria’s eyes opened. They were not the warm hazel they had once been. They were pure white, luminescent and blank, pupils and irises erased by an intense inner glow. Ryan’s breath hitched. The light within them was steady and indifferent, like a lantern burning where no human flame should exist. Her hair had changed as well; strands lost color, paling into an almost spectral white-gray that shimmered faintly in the fractured light.

Each one held a person, their skin pale, their eyes moving rapidly under their lids. I looked at the vat next to mine. Inside was a young man. He had hazel eyes. **Rowan.** But he wasn't waking up. His vat was glowing with a bright, violet light, and a screen on the side of his tank read: **[ASSET: THE DONOR - STATUS: ACTIVE ADVENTURE]** I tried to stand, my legs collapsing under my real weight. I looked at my arm. No gold ink. No silver pen. Just a small, black tattoo on my wrist:

"Are you okay?" asked Ara while examining Aranjo's entire body. "Yes!" replied Aranjo. Then she got up from her bed and sat down on the bed. "When and how did you come back?" asked Ara. "I don't know! Ah ... maybe thanks to the help of my new friends!" Aranjo continued excitedly. "Friends?" asks Ara, unsure of what she heard. "Little bird and demon with gray-colored hair!" Ara explained enthusiastically. After listening to what Aranjo said, Ara believes the child is dreaming. There was no living creature in the mist forest and there was not a single creature in the sky realm with gray hair other than the Emperor.

Don't you dare , i love my pink hairs and they're more beautiful than your ugly chest but brown ones . Ridz giggled and then hugged her "You wish , you pink panther ...." "Shut up , you little avacodo... Now introduce me to your knight in shining armor ," Ridhima smiled and nodded .. "Here's my handsome , vansh Rai singhania and honey she's my pink panther ishani Mehta," Ridz introduced both of them to each other . "Hello , vansh ..." "Hi... "He returns the gesture with a smile ..

Ryan asked, his gaze lingering on her face as he awaited her response. "Yes," Arina replied softly, her voice filled with awe and admiration. "Let me show you something," Ryan said, guiding her towards a covered painting. Arina watched in fascination as Ryan removed the cover, revealing a stunning portrait of herself. Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed upon the lifelike depiction, every detail captured with precision and care. The colors seemed to dance across the canvas, creating an almost ethereal image of her likeness. "Who made it?" Arina asked, her eyes wide with wonder as she turned to look at Ryan.