Novel & Cerita Avatar Watches

Ava asked Jared angrily, And he gave her this seductive smirk that irks her. "Ofcouse." He said simply. Ava thought if Alpha Axel could send his male royal physician to permanentize the mark that's just an inch away to her vagina, he doesn't care about her morals in fixing a watcher to watch his slave, his property. "Always ten feets walks away from me." Ava said with a stoned face. "Actually three feet away is the order" Jared said in a sarcastic way, this time Ava was already feeling angry as she fell on the bed and cried again.

Ava looked her dead in the eye. “They’re half right.” 03 frowned. “I’ll protect them,” Ava said. “But I’m not going anywhere. I’ll do it louder.” She sat at the kitchen table and opened her laptop. The VX footage was already trending. Media outlets were scrambling to keep up. Analysts were dissecting the negotiation offer, pointing out inconsistencies in the body language, the implications behind the words. Everyone had an opinion. But no one had her clarity. She’d been inside the system. She’d been built by it.

I gape. “We might have been having people collect them for you when they visit the human realm,” he says sheepishly. Axel pulls out a cardboard box from the cupboard and brings it over, placing it on the couch beside me. I put my coffee down and open the box eagerly. I pull out all the Avengers and Guardians of the Galaxy movies.

"Here." Victoria inserted the drive. There was only one video file. She clicked it open. On the screen appeared a severed arm—familiar, terribly so. A hunting dog was tearing into it with wild ferocity, gnawing as if it were a piece of meat fresh off the bone. Both Johanna and Victoria could clearly see the watch on the wrist and the black-gold ring on the middle finger. They belonged to Jamie. When the dog finished, the screen went black. The video ended abruptly.

Inside the Obsidian Chassis, the temperature was a perfectly regulated, comfortable equilibrium. The internal deep sight array projected the world onto my retinas in a crisp purple wireframe. I could see the Vanguard wolves gathered twenty yards behind me. They were completely silent. Even Torin and Elias were just watching, their golden eyes reflecting the moonlight. They were looking at a shadow. The matte black armor of the suit absorbed the ambient light so perfectly that I looked like a silhouette cut out of the physical world.

**AVA** I stepped into the Vance Global lobby with a cup of coffee in one hand and a hidden encrypted drive in the other. Every man I passed—from the security guards to the executive VPs—I scrutinized. *7th_Perfection.* He was here. He was watching. Every time my phone buzzed with a notification, my heart did a frantic somersault But today, there was no time for digital ghost hunting. Mark was in a state of high-octane panic.

Its head was a featureless, golden sunburst, save for a single, horizontal visor that glowed a blinding, unforgiving crimson. "They built a god," Jax rumbled, his cigar falling from his lips and sizzling in a puddle of synthetic blood. For the first time, the President of the Revers looked out of his depth. "It’s not a god," Captain Reyes corrected, her voice barely a whisper. "It’s a life support system. The Founder is inside that chassis, biologically hardwired into the neural-matrix." The Avatar reached the top of the Phase-Shield. It didn't slam into the sub-ether dome like the orbital bombardment had. It simply placed its four massive golden hands flat against the violet energy field.

The discovery that Aurora was still watching did not create panic. It created focus. Avelyn stood in front of the main display, studying the activity Lucas had pulled up. It wasn’t an intrusion. It wasn’t even an attempt. It was observation careful, measured, almost patient in a way that felt intentional. “She’s not testing anything,” Lucas said, his voice lower now. “No probes, no scans. Just… monitoring.” Tan frowned. “That’s worse.” Avelyn didn’t disagree. “It means she’s adapting.”

“This is a synthetic case. An avatar of the primary subroutines.” The shape came out of the light. She wore a flawless, white uniform of the Old World, decorated with golden ears. You Face was immaculate, the trains were hard, aristocratic and from an ice-cold authority a. The eyes glowed in an artificial, penetrating gold. My breath stopped. It was the exact physical image of the man from the old Video recording in Bunker Alpha. “You came back, Kaelen,” said the Avatar. His voice was calm, paternal and deeply threatening. “I waited for you so long in the dark. The

The sight twisted something deep inside me. Father’s commander’s armor gleamed with silver insignia, a declaration of loyalty I wasn’t sure I could uphold. Mother laughed softly beside him, speaking with a Pack Elder, unaware of the storm gathering. A knot tightened in my chest. Would those smiles last the night? At the center of the platform stood Artavius. Clad in black ceremonial armor trimmed with silver, he looked every bit the future Alpha—but something was off. Too rigid. Too controlled. Our eyes met and the world narrowed.