Azula #avatar Novels & Stories

My butterflies hovered over Xanthea’s face, dusting her with anesthetic pollen as I gently closed her eyelids, easing her into unconsciousness. My head snapped back, hearing footsteps approaching from behind. Another Azum — this one wearing glasses — walked toward us. I glanced at the one in front of me. “He’s my avatar. A clone,” he said. “He’ll assist you.” I returned my focus to Xanthea. “Ungh!” Xanthea writhed as the divine energy pulsed harder from the fang. “Begin transfusion!” I cried. “Quick!” Azum lay beside Xanthea as his avatar began chanting the transfusion spell.

AVA As I stepped into the safehouse, a sense of relief washed over me. The warm glow of the lanterns and the gentle hum of conversation enveloped me, making me feel like I'd finally found a haven. Derek's warriors welcomed me with open arms, their faces etched with determination and solidarity. Through our mind-link, I felt Derek's presence, a steady reassurance that calmed my racing thoughts. His words echoed in my mind, "We're getting closer, Ava. We're going to break Leah's hold on Cane and restore balance to the pack."

Our luggage arrived before the four of them left to go and talk to Dahlia’s mom, leaving me and my mate behind. “I can’t believe this,” Azuela giggled as she threw herself on the bed. I raised an eyebrow. “What? That your mate is a werewolf?” “Nope! That my mate is amazing,” she smiled, making me smile. “You’re pretty amazing yourself,” I said as I joined her on the bed. I propped up my elbow and leaned on it as I lay on my side. She did the same. “I really like Angelina and Dahlia. I may not know much about werewolves, but I like them. I have a feeling they’re going to be great friends,” she said thoughtfully.

Thirty minutes later, the door opened, and Azula, my pack high priestess, entered in her usual white attire, beads and charms swaying softly as she bowed. “You sent for me, Alpha.” I said nothing, just stared at her, letting the weight of my thoughts show on my face. She sighed quietly. “Let me guess. Same result.” “I just sent the twentieth woman this month home,” I scoffed. “How long am I supposed to keep doing this? Are you even sure my mate exists?” “You know I don’t have an answer to that,” she replied calmly. “The only way to know is to keep trying.” “Trying?” I scowled. “This is the ninety-ninth woman I’ve sent home this year. How long do I keep bringing women here, filling their head

"What do you mean, 'those who have their own paths'? Are you talking about Ava?" "It isn't only Ava". Azura said, avoiding his gaze. "You need to focus on your position as the Alpha of the pack." "But Ava is part of that," Hendrix insisted. Azura stood up slowly "I need to meditate to recover my strength. We'll talk more later." "Wait, what aren't you telling me?" Hendrix asked. Azura paused at the entrance of the tent. "Just... be careful, Hendrix. Not everything is as it seems."

Is she joking with you? Conal looked at her with cold eyes, showing a disdainful smile. He then quickly walked away as if he had never seen Azura. At this moment, Azura saw Laura's eye color change to a burgundy color for a moment and then back to the usual brown. She glanced back at Azura, showing a dangerous smile with a provocative look on her face, revealing bright white fangs.

“Miss, please calm down for a moment.” “CALM DOWN FOR A MOMENT? HOW CAN I CALM DOWN WHEN I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FIANCE?!” Auria lashed out and Detective Olive did not know what to do as he was being flinged from left to right by Auria. Who knew the brunette woman was capable of having such strength. “He–help— help me.” Detective Olive pleaded to Jack and Azrick, to which Jack complied.

Causing Ava to leak liquid all over Azrael’s hand while his seed sprayed over her body. Once Azrael had his brain again, he noticed that Ava needed to be cleaned up. He scooted down, to where his mouth was over her opened core and started sucking on every liquid that he found. Causing Ava to lose control, wanting to pull him back up towards her. But he was not listening, he wanted the juices that they had made.

Cythia held up the screen that now held the scowling face of a different man. “Athena, retired palace guardian and now convicted murderer.” The image flashed away to another picture inside the palace, clearly both images were part of an album that defaulted to scroll across the screen. It later changed again to a group of men with one standing on a raised podium in the middle. She vaguely acknowledged that man as King Zeus.

"Well I have to take her home. That's why I'm here in the first place. To bring her back to her Homeland" Wait a minute...... "You don't mean right this instant do you?" I asked "surely you can give me a few days to process all these and prepare myself" "I'm afraid not honey. The fact that you are alive and I found you so easily means that others can find you too. You are a very rare being little Azura, and you have lots of enemies. J could sense the energy from your power from miles away. So you are too vulnerable right now". Aunt Anna explained.