Avatar Zuko Novels & Stories

I immediately knew it was no other than Zane. I was stunned by his wolf’s beauty, he was absolutely gorgeous; even though he was covered in a little blood. He shifted in his human form, in front of me and OH BOY! Holy mother of all fucks! Zane in his human form was even more beautiful than his wolf form, he was a walking Adonis. The epitome of male beauty and strength. He oozed this sexy yet dangerous aura about him, suitable only for an Alpha. My gazed lowered and Motherfuc —

"Tyson knows to wait for his fated mate." "I should fucking hope so," my grandfather spat out as he fell back into his chair. "I take it you haven't told Mom about your mate yet?" I quickly mindlinked Trav who was also staying quiet. Since he wasn't an alpha, beta, or gamma, he wasn't able to mindlink back in his human form, but he gave me a nod and then peeked his cell phone out from below the table. I watched as his head turned downward. It wasn't long before I felt it vibrate in my back pocket. I quickly pulled it into my lap.

Sitting at a table with Kyle, Steve, Suzie, and Grayson I cannot stop myself from staring at Alpha Zac as he addresses the pack. I thought Grayson was delicious-looking, but fuck he was just a snack compared to Alpha Zac. He is built like a sex god. He was at least a foot taller than me, with chocolate brown hair that was perfectly tousled. Longer on the top, short on the sides. Piercing blue eyes, the same color as the rivers around us. A slight bit of scruff was neatly outlined on his sharp jawline. I could see every budging muscle under his dress shirt. Corded forearms were showing as his sleeves were rolled back.

Zaika's pov The air was getting colder the further north our group went. I let my hellfire spark across my bare chest for warmth and Bryce side-eyed me. "Are you related to Zurac Volkov?" He questioned curiously. I lifted my palm and the blue energy. "I don't believe so. I have no memory of my biological parents or family relatives, sir, "I said firmly and squeezed the hellfire ball in my hand, extinguishing it in my fist. Bryce shook his head and added, "Zurac had an actual fire, not that blue stuff. His daughter Raven had the blue though. Anyway, please just call me Bryce." He gave me a lopsided grin and I nodded. My ears perked up hearing crunching in the distance.

Releasing Azura, I took a step forward, knowing that he was someone I was going to need to deal with personally. “As you can see, you can’t win here. Just accept your punishment and perhaps in time you can earn your freedom back.” Slowly moving toward him, I kept my voice low, so as not to startle him. When his gaze met mine, I knew that there was no luck. He looked as if he was teetering on the deep end. His eyes flickered between half-crazed and half-freaked out. Before I could take another step forward, his body began to shift into Dragon form.

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

Vulcan didn't waste much time and continued on his path, only to meet another hurdle, and this time it was Zen. "We could’ve avoided all this if only your race didn't have the habit of poking its nose in others' business," Zen remarked coolly, but his voice carried a dangerous edge of disapproval. Vulcan shifted into Azriel. The man was completely naked, but that wasn't a matter of concern for now. Zen arched a brow, not having expected this.

' Gabriele thoughtfully glance at the guy who finally came in front of him and stopped, keeping a little bit of distance from him. His looks were ordinary but the sharp grey and shallow eyes stood out of this ordinary features and the expensive clothing he wore. He smiled and offered his hands covered with white cloth. Gabrielle stared at it before finally reaching out for it to shake with a reluctant expression even though that expression can’t be seen. The guy in front of him as if noticing his reluctance at shaking hands on him, take back his hands immediately after a brief contact of Gabriel skin. He smiled once again and offered to introduce himself, "I'm Cuzo. Clone and Kuro Young Mast

Ren looked at the speaker. It was Jinx. Her avatar was a sleek, cyber-ninja construct. She wore matte-black stealth plating, a hood pulled low over a digital mask that displayed a shifting neon smiley face. Currently, the face was rolling its eyes. Twin monofilament katanas were strapped to her back. "Relax, Jinx," the second figure rumbled. "The man’s got a life." This was Tank.

Zeus appeared beside me, and his towering form was back to his human self, watching me with that familiar, steady intensity. I turned to him, and he leaned closer, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. “Come on, Little Mate. Time to change back.” I blinked, unsure of how to even begin. The transformation into this form was almost instinctive, like something I couldn't stop from happening, but now, standing here with no clue how to undo it, a flicker of uncertainty crept in. His hand reached out, gently brushing against my fur, making me lean into his touch. “Close your eyes,” he whispered. “Picture yourself as you were before. Find that part of you inside. The human part.”