Avatar The Last Airbender Novels & Stories

"Strength is not found in the soul, but in the truth. Do you wish to know why the Silver Line was truly exiled? Why the First Mother cast her children into the mud of Silver Creek?" Killian tightened his grip on my hand. I felt the weight of a thousand years of mystery pressing down on us. "Tell us," I said. The Avatar raised its hand, and the holographic scrolls began to spin, merging into a single, terrifying image. It wasn't a map of the galaxy, but a map of a different reality.

I can barely breathe, I’m filled with so much dread and excitement at the same time. ‘Boys…my name is Ava Green. I’m a Doctor,’ I hear movement in the den before me and I close my eyes, holding back my tears. Fighting to stay strong and keep my voice steady. ‘Boys...can you come out to me? We’ve got food and water…’ I bite my bottom lip, ‘I’ve got a Ankylosaurus in my bag…I’ll show him to you?’

“And I won’t be a funnel. I will be a threshold.” The word landed like a drawn line. Thresholds invite crossing. “They also decide how,” I replied. Silence stretched, vast and measuring. Then something changed. The pressure became… shaped. A figure resolved at the ward’s boundary, not a body exactly, but a suggestion of one. Tall. Genderless. Wreathed in motion that looked like time slowing itself. Azrael stiffened. “An Avatar,” he said quietly. “Careful.” The avatar inclined its head, not to me, but to the land.

The air splits with screams so sharp they feel like they are carving into my skull, and when I turn, the field is gone. And bodies lie everywhere. Bloody, twisted and still. No……….no I stand in the middle of them untouched and alone, staring at the horror before me. A few feet in front of me stands a child not more than thirteen years old, dressed in black, her hair hanging straight and lifeless around her face. Her eyes are pure white, glowing faintly. “Aria Evans,” the child says, her voice echoing as if it comes from everywhere and nowhere at once. “You are the last of your kind.”

It looked painful and I'm sure it was, I was filled with surprise, Victor had told me more about him than I had ever been able to find out for myself. He had undressed in front of me again but not physically but emotionally, I had no idea he was adopted and severely believed he could be a murderer, but instead, he ended up being a huge white wolf, he was almost three meters tall and his eyes shone intensely of a metallic blue color.

I trained my body for years, cultivated my mind, and above all, hardened my heart not to feel any compassion for Alexander Will Bennett. My name is Ava Smith, I'm twenty-four years old, and I hold a degree in economics. I speak five languages: French, English, Spanish, German, and Italian. Tall, with red hair, blue eyes, and freckles on my face, I possess striking beauty. I am powerful, dangerous, and can have any man I desire eating out of my hand.

Immediately they all get down on one knee and bow their heads in deference to my leadership over them. I stand a moment before I turn toward Avani. As I do, I realize that the lava that I pushed over him earlier to burn off the trees has hardened, pinning him to the ground. He’s caught and can’t move. “Avani!” I say, rushing over to him. Just as I get to his snout, he blows his earth element over me. I feel the burn, the scraping against my skin. I look down and see an image of a dragon on my chest over my heart.

The devil is there instead. Yaksha, the first of the vampires. As I am the last. TBC.....

"There is only the Debt." The return to the Citadel was not a race; it was a funeral procession. Wherever the steam-sleds traveled, a wake of grey rot followed in Audrey’s path. The "Perfect" forest died as she passed, the sapphire glass shattering into dust. The Avatar was waiting at the gates of the Citadel. She had grown to thirty feet tall, her limbs now massive crystalline boughs. She looked at Audrey and screamed—a sound of pure, celestial static. "YOU BRING THE VOID INTO THE GARDEN!" the Avatar roared.

“It is more than enough time, but do remember, I cannot force anyone to show up to their bunkers.” The president turned and walked out the door toward the elevator. As he waited for the elevator, he took out his phone and dialed a number. “Hello, this is Mr. Shirker, yes, the end is near. Begin operation Noah’s Ark. Project Humanity’s Last Resort will be ready to launch in two days.” He closed his phone and walked into the elevator.