Avatar The Last Airbender Novels & Stories

"A soul is a heavy burden, 001. It makes you slow. It makes you weak." "You have it backwards, you scrap-metal ghost," Caleb snarled, his eyes turning a molten, celestial gold. He didn't just block the Void-blade; he grabbed it. The silver tattoos on his arms didn't just glow; they burned through his skin, turning his entire skeleton into a conduit for the mountain’s residual Qi. He was no longer just a bio-weapon; he was the Avatar of the North. With a roar that shook the very hull of the Ark, Caleb snapped the Void-blade with his bare hands and drove his fist through the Prime’s chest-plate, crushing the violet core within.

EPISODE 5 We were the original Aryans--blond and blue eyed. We invaded India, before there were calendars, like a swarm of hornets in search of warmer climates. We brought sharp swords and spilled much blood. But in 3000 b.c., when I was born, we were still there, no longer enemies, but part of a culture that was capable of absorbing every invader and making him a brother. I came into the world named Sita, in a small village in Rajastan, where the desert had already begun to blow in sand from the dead lands to the west. I was there at the beginning, and had as a friend the mother of all vampires. Amba, which meant mother in my language. She was a good woman. Amba was seven years older than m