Avatar Series 3 Novels & Stories

“I don’t know why, but I got the feeling that these are three powerful trios. Alphas. It is possible that you are one and that we are another, but that leaves at least one more to go. But you three were also a part of a different prophecy, so it could be us and two completely different trios.” Charlie nods, “That makes sense.” I murmur, “Three deaths? Hopefully, one is Mathias.” No one speaks about the vision of Arya on the battlefield. We just...can’t. “I’ve told you all I know.” Meredith whispers, her eyes cast down. She takes another sip of her drink and she has definitely regained some of her color.

Lys met her eyes. “That’s the choice,” she said. “Die on her timeline or risk dying on ours. I’m not pretending that’s fair. It isn’t. It’s just true.” Jace let out a low whistle. “Uplifting as ever,” he said. “Someone cross‑stitch that on a pillow.” “Focus,” Dima said. Aria’s avatar rippled across three screens at once. *We break this into three tracks,* she said. *Disruption. Decapitation support. And aftermath.*

He annihilated that guy effortlessly. Alexi shows a tiny bit of human and then destroys it by showing you a tidal wave of the complete psycho that dwells inside him. I wonder if it’s because of the simple fact he let his guard down and fear hits him hard that you might see a little deeper. Think he might harbour a softer side.

The scene changed. Two babies were born. One began crying. The other remained silent. Aria looked closer. The first baby was herself. The second was Ava. But there was something else. A shadow stood above the two infants. The shadow touched Ava. Then it turned toward Aria. A third light appeared. The doctor screamed. "There are three!" Elena cried. "No." Aria stared. A third child. A third presence. But the memory suddenly broke. "No." The scene disappeared. Aria turned toward the figure.

he replied, a warmth in his voice that made Ava's heart skip a beat. With a strength that surprised Peyton, Carver rose from the water. Peyton quickly stepped forward, helping Carver stand and wrapping a robe around his trembling body. Together, they made their way to the combined beds. Ava trailed behind, her steps lighter, but her eyes still filled with concern. The soft mattress seemed to embrace them as they all fell into it, with Carver taking the central spot. The bond between the trio was palpable, with every movement and gesture emphasizing their interconnected lives.

Boom— The next second, the palm struck the avatar. However, the avatar managed to counter just in time. Both sides trembled and then retreated simultaneously. The first clash had ended in a stalemate. Aria was stunned. Andrius had the strength to contend with an Immortal Realm being’s avatar. He was too powerful! The avatar was also shocked. Was that a joke? How could slave he captured from the lower realm could match him in combat? “Immortal Art: Soul Destruction!” The avatar was unable to suppress his rage and unleashed his most powerful technique.

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

Alex, Evans, and Matt stared at her in astonishment. After the Alphas fled, Anna surveyed her surroundings and gradually transformed back into her human form. She examined her blood-covered hands and body. Suddenly, weakness and dizziness overwhelmed her as she gazed at her three stunned mates. She began to step backward, shocked by the realization that she had been responsible for all those actions. Eventually, she lost consciousness and fainted. Matt, Alex, and Evans who had already healed at this time, all rushed to her side. They noticed blood trickling from her nose and mouth. Together, they carefully lifted her but started to argue.

Another head rolled. The third man looked up at the balcony where I stood. His eyes found mine. He didn’t scream. Then his head was struck from his shoulders. The three bodies were left where they fell, twitching as the dark magic tried to claim them. Seraph’s puppets laughed with a hundred voices at once.

LYRA'S POV Drop off at daycare. Work eight hours. Pick up. Home. Feed her. Study while she napped. Feed her again. Sleep for a few hours. Repeat. It was exhausting. But it was working. At three months, Aria started smiling. Real, genuine smiles that lit up her whole face. At four months, she laughed for the first time a bubbly, joyful sound that made my heart explode. At five months, she started showing more wolf signs. Her eyes flashed gold regularly now. Sometimes, when she got excited, I could feel the pulse of her power.