Azula X Sokka Novels & Stories

They were even brought food by a few guards some minutes ago, so I get to watch them eat while I am starving. My legs are sore and aching. My clothes are drenched in sweat and my heart is racing due to how much I have been exerting myself. I feel like I could pass out any minute now. “I said higher!” Azula tells me in an unforgiving tone. I try to do as she says by kicking higher so I can hit her hand which she is using as the target, but I just end up failing, it’s too high. “Please, I can’t,” I stop so I can catch my breath.

My provisional guess is it's because someone has impersonated Zeno. "How's Cia? Did you hear about that?" continued Ivory. "Her Highness Arlcia is also injured. Right now, they are still on medication." "When did it happen?" "This morning, O King." Ivory and Saka looked at each other, and both of them had the same thought. This might be a big war because Zeno is the son of Saka—the leader of the lycan nations around the world.

Kiema slid her hand over Scarlet's lower abdomen, drawing harsh inhales from us. "They're playing all of them like a bloody fiddle," Lukas said. "It's what happens when they get pussy-whipped. All brains head south of the border," Atlas answered. "Are they here on Azica?" Kiema asked as Scarlet let loose a small, teasing groan. Alok shook his head. "And the beast? Is he real?" Scarlet asked as she laced her fingers through Kiema's drew both of their hands lower on her body. Kiema dropped her head to Scarlet's neck, grazed her lips up the side of it.

He had been in contact with the other platoons and they were all getting on well based on the reports, but he couldn't stop himself from worrying. The next morning they packed up and set off, with Verra taking a less aggressive approach the rest of the platoon got their chance to shine. One girl with purple hair interested Xasha the most, she was a rare sound mage; she was using a Black cello twice her height as her weapon, cutting energy beasts in half with sound waves.

"You don’t want this war." Hana’s face twisted. “But I started it.” Soo-ah leapt in, parrying Azrael’s strike with a shield blast of chakra-infused energy—something he hadn't used in years. Azrael raised an eyebrow. “So you’ve been hiding tricks, second son.” “I learned from the best,” Soo-ah said, glancing at Hana. Azrael raised his hand, summoning a wave of energy so powerful it lifted the tiles beneath their feet.

[AZTEC] "Yeah, we are,” Sandra responded, her angry tone disappearing as she looked at the alpha that had claimed her. "Let’s get on with it then, shall we?” Alpha Aztec said to Alpha Denver who was already waiting for him in the fight ring. Aztec was quick to put on his equipment, before he joined his friend in the ring. It was quite sad how they had gotten to this point, but then it wasn't like they could go back in time, now, would they?

Now you've met Zara," Soka said with a disgusted look on her face. "That girl is so silly; she acts like she is so special," Niola said. "You both used to be friends?" I asked Soka. Seeing Zara, I can't imagine how Soka could have been friends with her. Zara seems like one of those people who like to make themselves feel important by belittling everybody else. On the other hand, Soka is very down to earth and inviting to everyone.

Samson coldly teased. “Talk about what? That I’m like Emma Bovary? But Jasper wasn’t Charles Bovary, was he?” Azula spoke with a great sense of humor. Most men would be interested in her immediately. “What are you then?” Samson frowned. “Aren’t you happy that Jasper is dead, Chairman Ardly?” Azula’s long and slender fingers gently touched Samson’s suit. “Samson, this lady is?” Behind him, Summer’s tone was cold.

His arms are each on one side of my body. -Get off me!- I scream trying to move, but it's too heavy. -Maybe if I could move -What?- I ask confused, continuing to shake my body from side to side, in vain. - His arm and leg are bandaged!- Scott yells from the frame of what is supposed to be a door- He's immobilized! Azael smiles into my eyes, and a smell of fresh mint fills my nostrils. -Scott! Get it off me! Already!