Avatar Slinger Novels & Stories

Ayleen asks, desperate to help in any way she can. “Can you call that Vampire friend of yours? He might be able to tell us ways in which we can control the newly turned vampires.” Azraiel pleads. “Of course, I’ll call him right away.” She pauses for a second. “I also know a weredragon and a weretiger from H.O.P.E. mission. Is it okay if I call them too?” “Of course…that would be really helpful. Also, ask them if they know about other species.”

Laryn stood up and wiped the blood from his face. "He's scrappy," he said to the other two dragons. I was slower to get up this time, but finally managed to gain my feet. "You next," I nodded to Sarn. "Hell no," he said. "I don't look good in red; that's Bastian's color." He gave me an ear to ear grin and stepped forward with his hand out. "I'm Sarn. What's your name?" I looked from his hand to the grin on his face. I took his offered hand and we shook. "I'm Tahr, of the royal silver dynasty."

He commented shielding his eyes from the glaring sun. "My father trained me. His methods are a lot different, I suppose." He nodded. "I'm flint, by the way." He gave me his hand and I shook it. "Seraphina." Flint was a young male, with auburn hair and grey eyes. He recently joined the army therefore he wasn't rude like the other's. He seemed like a nice male, not tainted with patriarchy, yet. "Enough with the idle chatting. Lift your spears and show what you can do!" The Alpha king's voice boomed causing us to split away to look for the spears. After training the whole morning we went for the meal and then I went to the princess's chambers.

I had always hated the name of our pack, thinking it was too bland. Atlas Andino emerged from his car, his usual friends in tow. I knew them all by name, noting how their styles of bullying differed. Atlas Andino, with his pale blonde hair and startling grey eyes. Shaina Adam's with her espresso skin and gorgeous sneer. Michelle Cario, with her long legs and thick accent. Duke Kentworth, with his football jersey and messy black hair. Dean Marsh, with his curly chocolate hair and sly smile.

When the dust settles, when the screams echo no more, I will stand above it all as Alpha Kael Vorthrane, unbroken, untouchable and unstoppable. Revenge is my life, it is my purpose, and tonight, it begins.

She grabbed a stone from the ground and smashed it toward the driver’s head, screaming, "Don't touch me!" However, she missed the target, and her hands were immediately grabbed and held tightly. "You shameless woman! Still resisting!" The driver slapped Elaine hard again. He used so much force that Elaine’s face was knocked to the side. Suddenly, a dazzling beam of light shone right at them, making it impossible for Elaine to open her eyes. The driver didn't notice it. He placed his hands on her shoulders and said in increasingly vulgar words, "Hehe, I don't know how good Dave is in bed, but I can definitely show you what I can do!"

Behind Robert the circle grew smaller and some drew weapons, which flashed electricity at the tip. Alisha recoiled when her paw touched the edge and some stones fell into the void. -Blaren what do we do? - He said through his mind touching his neck with his nose to get his attention. -Do you believe in something? - She mentally denied and didn't think it was the first time she did. "You know we have no other alternative," he said, stepping back until he was at the top as well.

She’d seen more cocks and breasts than she cared to remember in the last few months. “You speak out for this piece of sniveling trash?” the man asked. He was the Alpha, and when he spoke Ava felt something answer within her. It was like her wolf knew his voice and was kicking at her skin trying to get out. She didn’t have a clue who the man was. She’d never seen him before in her life. Ava knew she would have remembered him from the way he looked alone. He was well over six feet, and down one arm going up to his neck was a black tattoo that interlocked and wrapped around his thick arms. The Alpha didn’t wear a shirt, only a pair of really tight jeans that settled on his hips but outlined his

Stepping aside, Silas motioned for whoever had spoken to enter. I watched as Griffin Jenkins, the alpha of the Smaragdus pack, entered, followed by a busty woman with flowing blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. The minute those eyes found Silas, her plump lips twisted up in a smile as a look of hunger flashed across her features. "It’s good to see you again, Silas." She purred, placing a manicured hand on his arm. "I hope you’ve been doing well." "I have," Silas confirmed before stepping out of reach, so the woman’s hand was left to sit in mid-air.

On the page a picture of the red masked guy pops up, and then in bold letters it says. Have you been seeing this guy everywhere you go? You're not the only one. Red Mask Man A.K.A Slyder, is somebody you don't want to see. Valtor is an immortal Necrif that portrays itself to be a Homo Sapien. It often creates itself to look like an average homo sapien to fit into your life, it can shape shift into many different forms but the one it uses the most is a high school student. We call Valtor an "it" because it changes from female to male, so it's not a he or she.