Avatar: The Northern Air Temple Novels & Stories

He even thought in his heart that his best friend was long dead and forgotten. The Northern Tribes isn't the type known to mess around with. They were strong and violent people. When Gouria had seen in a vision for the third time the woman whom his daughter was with and after so many findings it was made known to them that the woman may be the vicious Queen Atlas and thus Anderios and Aron had gone on a disguise and journeyed to the North. A plan is to send Aron to the Gates because he has a mother who is of the Northern tribes.

They reached the Solar-Tether—a massive spire of liquid-metal that connected the asteroid to the gravitational fields of the two stars. ​Standing in their way was a Siphon-Avatar—a being of pure "Nothingness" shaped like a faceless Nora Davis. ​"The error must be erased," the Avatar whispered. "The machine was perfect until you gave it a heart. Now it is broken. It must be recycled." ​The Friction of the Machine ​Nora didn't wait. She began to play the "Song of the Sundered," but she didn't play it for the humans. She played it for the Computers.

But I felt the bond between us tightening. Not as warriors. Not as leaders. As survivors of truths no one else had ever faced. The Temple in the Air We reached it at dusk on the seventh day. A temple suspended between two cliffs, floating above a chasm with no bottom. Its steps were carved from cloudstone, its spires crowned with stars. The wind didn’t howl here. It whispered. Rafael exhaled slowly. "It looks like it doesn’t belong to this world." "It doesn’t," Dahlia said. "It belongs to what comes after."

"The priestesses don't just enforce the peace, the Temple itself does." Vehicles were already parked in the cleared area before the Temple, and representatives from the major packs had arrived ahead of us. I recognised the insignias of the Eastern Crescent, the Shadow Vale, the Iron Mountain, and several others. And there, standing apart from the others, was a contingent bearing the North Territory markings, Alexei and his supporters. Even from a distance, I could pick out Alexei himself, tall and severe, with close-cropped dark hair and the rigid posture of a military commander. His cold gaze fixed on our convoy as we parked, his expression revealing nothing.

Something… between. “Good,” she said. “Let them come.” The captain smirked. “Shall I prepare an ambush?” Seryna looked east. “No,” she said. “Let them dig. Let them learn.” She lifted her hand, and from the flames emerged a small snowbird made of smoke and frost. It flew east, swift as a dagger. “Let the truth meet them in Aemrys.” By the third morning, the Temple’s ruins rose from the mist like teeth, jagged marble and ivy-twisted towers etched with runes long buried by time.

“Where are we, Misty?” I choke back my shock and whirl toward the wall, laying my hands against the cool stone. The rest of the hole is packed dirt. I follow the stone until the dirt begins, and back again, my fingers slipping over symbols and swirls that make little sense to me. Aviva comes up behind me smelling sharply of blood and mud, extending her hand to swipe her fingertips over the symbols, then retreats, clearing her throat. “It’s a temple,” she says under her breath. “The symbols are Firestone.”

“Oracles are so rare to come by!” “I have heard a rumor,” Lavi murmurs. “There is a new Oracle in the region but no one has seen her. However, there might be a way to find her.” “How?” “The Temple of Ghi’or.” Anna knows the name very well. It is the largest and the oldest temple in the world. The temple is a place of peace and divinity, so divine that even during wars, it has been left untouched by all. It is the home to millions of sacred documents which hold the secrets to the world. They say that there are so many documents there that it will take even a Lycan twenty lifetimes to explore all of them.

And so each pattern was filled with what was never seen before. Evander couldn't believe how much light filled the space even though it was closed off. Looking around, he inhaled deeply; it felt like it was his first time breathing. This was the temple of life. This was Mt'Ilo to its truest identity. "Sani, take Auri to her sister," the voice commanded. "As you instruct, Your Majesty," Sani obeyed her command. Evander had still not seen the face it belonged to; however, if he had to guess, he would say it was Lunaria.

Meanwhile, Alex and the others were probably no different from ants in his eyes. He had only kept disguising himself simply because he had an eye on Alex’s divine power. It could help him find Shoraionji Temple and drag it down. Now that the temple’s gate was wide open and the arhats had manifested, he no longer needed Alex. His life and death were unimportant. Whoosh! Five hundred golden-bodied arhats with imposing aura rushed out of Shoraionji Temple and surrounded the god of the Underworld. Each arhat glared at him with surging killing intent.

Howard suddenly feel guilty as he knows how much important this situation. Harley patting Howard shoulder as he doesn’t blame him for this. Who doesn’t excited to finally gather together again as old man. “ We will find out this together, ” Harley said it to comfort Howard guilty feeling. It’s not a big deal. Just a little mistake. --- “ This gonna be the best reincarnation that we ever had. Our master will come back more stronger than before and no one can’t stop him, ” the man served his blood on the rectangle stone that had an ancient word and art on it. He laughing evil.