Avatar: The Last Airbender The Southern Raiders Novels & Stories

The South is always a close-quarters defense type expert and the center was always Meshin, until each member was trained in basic healing weaves to eliminate enemies using them as an easy target. Tien is South, close range defense. Haru the north, and probably the best tracker the village has. Aya and I rotated between east and west, but no one really comes close to her long-range abilities. Her hand to hand may be ‘pathetic’, but no one can land, let alone clear targets like she can.

“My girl, my baby… Mommy loves you. Fight the rage. Fight the south.” Aria sobbed in her arms, teenage voice breaking, pain growing stronger. “Mom… Dad… it’s loud. The south clan is calling. Madness. Destroyed land. No life. Humans and shifters—hate mixed. Something old is waking. Something big.” I wrapped them both in my arms, light pouring out of me—father, mate, desperate, proud, terrified. “Aria, baby girl, Daddy loves you forever. Your power is good. Heal the rage. Calm it. Don’t hurt.”

Only after he realized his bond with me was that I always died tragically at Jermaine's hands. Rohan, who lost me, fell into a prolonged depression and lost his mind as time went by. He walks a long path of revenge and eventually destroys himself. As Rohan's condition worsened, Southern Olf gathered other kingdoms to eradicate the entire population of Northerners, then stole all the natural resources there. “That's why I can't let my son live like that. I want only good things for him, and the only way is to kidnap you and make you meet Rohan at any cost.”

“The Southern Clan is loyal to the council. They wouldn’t betray us.” Dorian, standing at Valen’s side, stepped forward. “It’s not a rebellion. Our scouts found evidence of an attack. The Southern Clan’s borders were breached, but there are no signs of rogues or rival vampires. This isn’t their work.” “Then who?” Valen asked sharply. Dorian hesitated before answering. “Hunters.” The room fell silent. Hunters had been a rare but deadly threat in the past. They were humans trained to hunt and kill vampires, equipped with weapons specifically designed to bypass their defenses.

Warriors shouted orders, healers rushed to tend to the wounded, and the air reeked of blood and fear. Aria stood in the center of it all, her face a mask of fury and determination. Killian was at her side, his expression dark. Darius was nowhere to be seen, which only added to my growing anxiety. “What happened?” I asked, rushing to Aria’s side. “An ambush,” she said, her voice cold. “A group of rogues infiltrated the southern border. They knew exactly where to strike.” I froze, my mind racing. “How? The southern border was supposed to be secure.”

Two sentries step forward immediately—tall, broad-shouldered men in dark leathers, their hands resting near the hilts of the short blades strapped to their hips. One of them squints at us. "You're not expected," he says bluntly. "We don't need an invitation," Korra replies evenly. He scowls. "State your names." I step forward slightly, planting my boots in the dirt. "Alpha Korra Xarano of the Xarano pack, Alpha Octavius Reid and Luna Kaida Xarano of the Raven Moon.” Korra states boldly, staring the men dead in the eye. At the mention of our names, the sentries stiffen. Exchange a glance.

The relationship between commander Jean and commander Wesley somehow improved after that incident. Commander Wesley somewhat became patient with commander Jean. They didn't shout in each others' faces anymore. The kingdom somewhat gained peace after that. The southerners lost against the Raven kingdom and their leader was killed. His highness Raleigh Kainz was never the one to show sympathy and kindness. The leader of the south was cut a thousand slashes on his whole body and was left bleeding on the sun. After he died, his head was separated from his body and was left hanging on the border of the Raven kingdom and the Southern kingdom.

I tell him and he nods his head, following us. “Mind telling me who this giant is?” Kendra asks through the link and I look back, seeing him smirk. “Fenrir.” I tell her, waiting for her to freak out and all she does is giggle. Yeah, she is freaking out. “As in, Aura’s brother? The wolf of hell?” she asks and I chuckle at her. As we reach the packhouse, I receive a mind link from another warrior. “ROGUES AT THE NORTHERN BORDER.”

"They have her... Kaelor, they have her..." "I’ll get her back," Kaelor growled, his thumb rubbing hard against Aradaa's jaw. "Focus on me. Just me." Slowly, the light faded. Aradaa slumped into the carpet, his breath coming in ragged, wet gasps. Voren was gone. The ballroom was a ruin of blood, glass, and terrified men. "You’re a monster," the Southern don spat, stumbling toward the exit. "Both of you. This isn't a government. It’s an apocalypse."

Elroy gently tilts his head to take a good view of the man with is partially swollen eyes. "If I am to give you a chance to make things right, what will be your resolve?" "I'll kill every man and woman exalting themselves above the life of others." Elroy spoke with courage and strength. "I knew there was a spark hidden within you, all it needed was the right season. You can call me Taven, Taven Scott." BEGINNING OF THE END Southern Lands Kingdom of Vencia The sun was clouded from sight, making the air unruffled and favourable. Drokan warriors patrol about, some picking up copses and their decapitated parts then loading them on carriages, while others began cleaning up the streets and putting