Avatar Rangi Novels & Stories

"You, Arthur?" "Carvalsten. Why?" Oh, he's got some sense. good for him. "Erik, you?" "Ria's PEAR." Is he for real right now?! He even added a pun! Gosh, I'm so done. "Raiden, don't tell me your avatar name is also from Attack On Titan?" Ione smirked. "What? How did you know? I used Levi Spinner!" oH mY gOd! i KnEw iT!

This was Tank. He was massive—a seven-foot-tall juggernaut of heavy power armor, painted in industrial yellow and black hazard stripes. One arm was a standard manipulator; the other ended in a rotary minigun barrel. Despite the terrifying appearance, his voice was young, warm, and sounded like he was smiling. Ren walked over to the table. His avatar, Wraith, was less flashy—a ghillie suit made of optical-camo fabric and a long-range rifle slung over his shoulder.

As werewolves, we could heal ourselves, and unless we were severely injured by wolf's bane, an average wolf could heal his or herself within seconds to minutes and it depends on the severity of the injury. I shampooed my hair with my favorite strawberry hair wash and I applied my favorite avocado oil after rinsing my hair clean, I loved avocado oil as it was healthy for the hair and also prevented hair breakage!! After cleaning up and patting myself dry I went to the mirror on the other side of the bathroom and looked at my face, I looked better already and all the dark circles caused by the smudges from my mascara were all gone!! My eyes looked a little bit dull and empty, I suddenly rememb

motif that Aryan had specially ordered from the Alfarizi family's favorite boutique was laid out on the bed, along with matching flat shoes, as she stepped out of the bathroom. The choice of the "parang kusumo" motif itself was made by Liana and Aryan. Liana explained that the motif had a deep philosophy: life should be grounded in real struggle and effort to achieve physical and spiritual glory. Navy blue was Aryan's choice because it was Laura's favorite color.

She pondered, deep in thought. “This is my head!” Hara pouted, a frown forming. Rara’s lips curled into a smirk. “Not anymore.” “You-!” Hara stood up and stomped her foot in frustration. Rara’s laughter echoed through the space. “Alright, alright. It’s too dull in here. Let’s see if I can add a bit of color.” She opened her palms, and a vibrant burst of color flowed from her hands, splashing across the four walls of the house.

Deep red, the color of arterial blood or old brick, with a stylized bird in the center. RedHaven. The username belonged to someone Ravyn had never met and never expected to meet. Someone who existed in the layered, encrypted, carefully anonymous world of the dark web—a contact who'd been there when she'd first found her way into those spaces, who'd helped her understand the landscape, who'd connected her with work when she was desperate for money and couldn't use conventional employment, who'd listened when she'd talked obliquely about the son she was trying to find and had promised, more than once, that they might be able to help.