Avatars Drawing Novels & Stories

Even though everyone had left, Adrian was still looking at Carver quietly. Sensing that someone was still nearby, Carver continued to make his dolls without even looking up as he asked, “What kind of wooden doll would you like, kid? A tiger? A lion? How about an elephant? I can make you whatever you want. Just tell me what it is!” Carver’s expression was filled with kindness as he spoke. At that moment, Adrian said, “I’d like to have a doll in the shape of Wyvern Peak’s next legate. Could you make that for me?”

came the deep, controlled command. The maids left without another word, and the door slammed shut behind them. Silence fell then I turned my head slowly and saw him. Alpha Kael Vorthrane. He was tall, broad, perfectly imposing. The light reflected off the sharp lines of his face, highlighting a faint scar along his cheekbone that made him look all the more dangerous. His dark hair was swept back carelessly, as though the world itself bent around him and his cold, merciless eyes locked onto me as though he could see straight into my thoughts.

It was unfortunate that the challengers could not kill or leave any permanent injuries, or Anders would definitely have Carville begging for mercy! At that moment, Carville suddenly let out a shout. He started to move his hands again and started to form some incredibly eye-catching seals. As petals entered Carville's back, the petals quickly combined to form an incredibly large flower. "That's Carville's world avatar?" Someone said with widened eyes. Lourain was not sure if that was correct, and turned to look at Fane. Fane nodded when he felt Lourain's gaze. The large, nameless flower behind Carville's back was his world avatar.

Though Alpha Valor was 1000 years old, he looked in his early 30s. None of them looked their age. His mother, Luna Emmaline, looked in her 20s, the second leader of his family's small pack. She has blonde hair. The greenest eyes I'd seen. She's also tall but not as tall as the male and has a voluptuous body. All the she-wolves seem to have a curvy body, a large bust, and the ideal buttock size, which makes me wonder why Connor chose an uncurvy and ordinary-looking human girl like me.

Like it was responding to her thoughts. Adrian noticed her expression. “You’re controlling it.” Lyra nodded slowly. “…I think so.” The creature lunged first. Its massive claws swung down toward the avatar’s head. Lyra reacted instinctively. The golden giant raised one arm. The claws slammed into its glowing armor, and stopped. Shockwaves blasted across the battlefield. Dust and debris flew in every direction. The avatar grabbed the creature’s arm. Then, with terrifying strength, it threw the monster across the valley. The enormous body crashed into the mountainside.

“Good morning” I turn my head to see who is coming. There’s Arthur with his grey hoodie, I can see he is wearing a white t-shirt inside. “Morning” I look at him suspiciously. “What’s bring you here?” I added. Arthur laughs and sits in the visitor chair, he probably knows that I will ask this as he always visits me at noon, yeah he doesn’t like to wake up in the morning. What a lazy ass! “Nope, I just missed you”

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

"Then it's my turn, Hope Balder, brother of the legend Elizabeth, Avatar of rank E, but evaluated with a potential of rank D, I am a hero and probably the strongest in physical power here. With me, victory is assured!" He looked proudly at his audience, most looking annoyed. "What a good talker... I am Cid, but for you all it's Barron, I don't have time to say anything about me or my power, whatever will come to me, I'll crush it." They looked at him while sighing, Eryl amused. "I think it's good like this. Then it's only left you, Sir Carper." "... I know, I am Anesidora, Dora for 4 people but Mister Carper for the others, E-Rank Avatar... Shaman."

I'm stunned by her use of my proper extensive name and not quite sure how to answer. Tyboll, also with long hair and a decided spark in his eyes, steps around Veda and places his hand out. "Forgive my mate, she loves full titles." The she-bear playfully slaps his arm. "Please call us Tyboll and Veda and we shall call you simply Sierra," he says.

His dark hair was sleeping on his shoulders, swaying slightly as he moved. "I told you, Benjamin, the regular werewolves don't want to be part of the war. Maybe you should try to make peace with the avians. " Michael immediately recognized Nicholas's voice. His hair was all piled up at the back, rolled into a doughnut. He looked just five years younger than he is in reality. Like humans, werewolves and avians age, but they age a hundred times slower after crossing their twenties. The both men were shirtless, exposing their chiseled chests, but the thick, hairy cloak obscured the majority of them.