Azula #avatar Novels & Stories

Azael opened it and flipped through the profiles. He paused at one page, frowning as he studied the attached photo. He’d seen this woman before, but where? He tried to remember. Then his eyes widened as it came back to him. "Arabella Zayana," he muttered, narrowing his eyes. "Shreya Vallery," he continued quietly. "Well, isn’t that interesting," he growled when the realization hit him. Shreya was the woman in the photo, but why was her name listed as Arabella Zayana?

Besides, Caleb had a whole army of men and there was no way that I could fight all of them all at once. I know that I’m the incredible Hulk. The staircase was by the lift so that wasn’t an option either. I feel Aviana's hand shaking so I turn to her and cup her cheeks. She looks at me with her eyes filled with fear. I have to protect her. “Do you trust me?” I ask her and she instantly nods her head. “Hide your face with your hair.” I say and she nods her head, freeing her hair from the rubber band. I hope this works…

But here she was, about to face death for the second time in a few hours. “Alpha Ezekiel is too good for a human like you,” Claire continued. “He will be Alpha of the biggest pack in the world in a few short months, and I will be his Luna. I don’t know why you thought you could compete with me. I mean, look at you.” Ava began to tremble as she stepped back. “You’re pathetic and can’t fight your own battles. You’re the last thing that Zeke needs right now.” “I’m not trying to compete or be a Luna. I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

My knees almost gave out from the force rolling off him. Azula froze in that instant as if that was all she needed to keep her in place. Slowly, she turned to face us, and I was shocked to see her once-dark eyes were now glowing faintly. “I am afraid I don't have the answers you are seeking, Alpha,” she said, calmly, her tone firm and final. “Please go back.” Just that word, and I felt my heart drop straight into my stomach.

- Kya asks next to me. -I do not know what's happening to me. I think I'm not focused- I murmur reloading the bullets. I look at his doll. He has hit all the bullets in the heart and the head. I can do it too. The sun begins to disappear over the horizon, leaving rays of orange light that reflect off all metal surfaces. It would be a beautiful view from a beautiful place if it weren't for all the guns and violence up here. I reposition myself, gripping the gun tightly. A breeze of air blows and a chill runs through me. I close one eye, centering my gaze right between the doll's two eyes. A fatal shot. I'm about to pull the trigger when I notice someone behind me. Azael's head is placed next

She closed her eyes and murmured words in Old Nordmarian. Moments later, the woman opened her eyes and looked at Ayla. “Ayla, you need to find Uzriel. The Seven Undead Brothers are getting closer to finding him with each passing day. Without Uzriel, the Avatar of Inoss can’t defeat the Darkness, and all hope will be lost.” Ayla frowned. “I do not know who the Avatar of Inoss or Uzriel are. I do not even know who you are.”

he said. "But I already know your na..." "My name is Fenris Covel," he cut her off. "The lady among us is Zayna Amar. She is our medic." "Good for her," Catori mumbled. Fenris heard her but chose to ignore the comment. "The guy with the white hair and tattoo on his neck is Alaric Berwoulf and the other guy whose hair is the same color as your eyes is Valentino Calvary. He is our tracker." It was after his statement that he realized he talked about her eyes. Turning away sheepishly, the man blushed. Catori just stared at him and rolled her eyes.

You have got to be kidding me! "AZALIAH!" That name needed no introduction. Beth and the other nine contestants turned to face the last angel on the line. The visible shake had already given her away so Beth did not hesitate to pull the helmet from her head with her sword. The gasps of the angels only confirmed what they had thought.

Some girls inherit power. I inherited a warning label. Wolfless. Servant. Spare. I'm the adopted daughter Alpha Sebastian Corwin never wanted, grew up learning exactly what I was worth: nothing. While my "sister" trained to inherit an empire. Sent to Valez High Academy to carry his real daughter's luggage, swallow her insults and not disappear the moment she needs someone convenient to blame. Eighteen years old, and I still can't shift. Still can't summon a single spark of magic. Still nothing but the help wearing a Corwin last name like a costume that never fit. Valez High Academy was supposed to change that. Three years among the elite of the shadow world—vampires, witches, si

Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks as she blinked rapidly. Someone saved her. The figure moved beside her, and she looked up as the clouds shifted, allowing the moonlight to spill down and illuminate him. Violet gasped, her heart stopping in her chest seeing those red eyes. “Alpha Z...Zenith?” She whispered, her voice barely audible, as the realization crashed over her. Alpha Zenith’s eyes, filled with a mix of worry and anger, locked onto hers. Even though she slapped him, the most powerful Alpha of the continent, he swallowed the tiny insult because the girl in front of him was not some ordinary girl.