Avatar Signs Novels & Stories

AVA The smoking nail. It was the trademark logo of the shadow assassins. At the moment, it was tattooed against Venom's skin, the dark ink standing out against his pale skin. "Cool tattoo you have there" I commented. He turned to look at me, a smile tugging at his lips. "It's been a while since I got it. You like tattoos?" "Yeah. I've never had a chance to get one."

—AVA— The wind whipped through her hair as Ava stood at the edge of the cliff, overlooking the jagged path that would lead them straight to the Council Citadel. Below, thousands of wolves were camped. Rogue-born, bloodline defectors, and survivors of forgotten packs—all ready to march under her banner. She held the dagger of the First Queen in one hand. Her new sigil—a flaming crescent—was carved into her gauntlet. But even with an army at her back, Ava couldn’t shake the feeling.

Said the girl on the other end of the phone, who is one of my trustees in Japan. "Pavi, I need you to find all information about this person and this Logo, and when I say all, you know what I mean." I told her as I emailed her all the details. "Yeah, I know, hmmm about Argon Socherberg? Who exactly is this man? He also has a tattoo on his face, is this the new trend? This logo, it’s the same with your tattoo right?" she wondered. "Is there any pending mission there?" I asked lazily as I sat in my swivel chair, ignoring her questions.

He could sense it clearly as if her speaking to Nyx had somehow changed things. Or it could have started before her wolf had spoken to her. For a moment, he’d thought he could hear the waves crashing into the shore and smell the ocean. His eyes were wide open, and he hadn’t been trying to connect with her the way they had connected in isolation. He didn’t think Ava even knew she had done that. “What are you thinking of?” he asked. “I... We want to mark you,” Ava said. His brows shot up for a moment, and then he felt a smile stretch on his face. Vampires marked each other when they mated, not wolves. But he couldn’t help the excitement coursing through his body at her words.

I was certain he wouldn't suspect it was me. I settled on the names Ars and Zack. He won't know for sure. He'll believe I'm just one of his avid fans. I also put thought into my profile picture. I snapped a photo of my foot, focusing on the heart-shaped mole on the side of it. Of course, my profile picture isn't a foot. It's just a close-up of that mole. He had no idea I had such a mark on my foot.

He asked, biting her female lips, "Yes, but don't forget that many are tagged first and then the mark appears." Zayn 's sign was in the form of a brown wolf's forehead with red eyes, just as Mars is now enthusiastic about marking it, "Mars says to your news" with a laugh and hugging him, burying her head in his chest with great shyness, "It's a shameless wolf" I whispered to hear Zayn Does this mean that Zayn hasn't branded an Ardena yet, so she doesn't have an OK mark? ...

His voice wasn't loud, yet it carried effortlessly over the roar of the engines, vibrating directly into Miller’s inner ear as if he were standing inches away. The man reached into his coat and flashed a credential. It was a blank black card, void of text, but as the light hit it, a holographic federal seal shimmered in three dimensions, shifting from the US Eagle to a symbol Miller didn't recognize—a series of interlocking geometric lines that looked like a stylized crown. "Special Agent Vance," the man said, his eyes a flat, artificial blue. "You and your team are relieved. Step away from the anomaly and exit the roof immediately."

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

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Her face still has make-up on it but the problem is the big 'X' painted on her cheeks. Her head was now bald. The skin was smooth and shiny because Aarti applied some oil to it and then drew the arrow tattoo of Avatar Aang in the cartoon Avatar, on her bald head and then put two cheap earrings of different colors and brands on her ears. On her shoulder, she was carrying a teddy bear purse. Aarti nodded in satisfaction too and dragged Sonia out of the CEO'S office to the elevator where Sonia was finally tossed out of the elevator at the final( or first) floor.