Novel & Cerita Azulon Avatar

“I do not know who the Avatar of Inoss or Uzriel are. I do not even know who you are.” “I am a Seer,” the woman said. She was still kneeling before Nixx. “The Avatar is the last of his name, he who has the blood of the first Paladin flowing through his veins. He who has entered the Sea of Flames, and the Fire did not burn him but embraced him. He who Inoss judged and found worthy. He who is loved both by Addanos and Inoss.” A strong wind started making it difficult for Ayla to hear the next words. “Uzriel is—” The wind kept blowing, waking Nixx.

The sun begins to lower through the sky, leaving orange glints reflecting off all the metals in the satellite dishes and vents that lead up here. I walk briskly closer until I'm completely behind him, watching his ink-covered back muscles tense with every blow. -Azael- I say this time, trying to normalize my breathing. Amon hits the bag looser before turning around. His torso is naked and a few beads of sweat fall down his black-colored body. His mouth is ajar to breathe easier and his chest goes up and down frantically. -What are you doing here? -question. His voice makes me shiver.

It was painfully obvious no one had ever given him enough time to. Not when the pain never stopped. Not when new wounds arrived before the old ones had a chance to heal. For a while, only the sound of water and soft movements filled the room. Then Raven spoke. “Are you really the Luna of the pack?” His voice was quiet. Careful. Like he was testing whether the answer might disappear if he touched it too hard. Azerbel continued gently cleaning his arms. “Yes.” The answer was simple. Steady. Safe. A few seconds passed.

Azul’s sword was enchanted—and that pretty much applied to the rest of his armor. He had enhanced strength, durability, focus, resistance, and most importantly, speed! ~ZZTZZ!~ His blade crackled with electricity, the energy coursing through his entire armor, creating sparks that danced around him. Azul held back from using his [Lightning Field] Skill early on, since stunning the enemy wasn’t necessary for this particular task. His role was to distract and lure the enemy in while his partner, Fey, handled the rest. However, Azul found such a complicated maneuver to be a chore, especially given their formidable opponent.

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

Freya “Hmm hmm huh hmm,” I’d hummed to myself as I took the fresh linens out of the rolling cart, the scent of lavender and vanilla wafting into my nose, the soft soothing smells putting a smile on my face. It had been a week or two since Helena’s attack, and though bruises had dotted my face, my spirits were no longer broken thanks to Ava. She had been so supportive, and we’d eat dinner with one another each night, swapping tales of our old lives. In my tales, I’d redacted the fact I was the Silvermoon alpha’s daughter of course. And while I did miss my mother, Raven, and especially Lucy… Ava had begun to fill that void for me.

Azakeal came barelling towards the wolf. "Not your time yet." He shouted at the man, and Aurora could see Azak's violet eyes glowing. Blue light started to float around him and she saw it. The wings fluttering. He glowed like a magnificent light and the whole place was filled with blinding light. "Angel..." the demon shrunk his nose.

I sigh trying to make it seem like he might have a chance even though I knew I wanted to get as far from him as possible. “Are you sure about that? You're talking to me now.” He smirked down at me. I wanted to step away from him, he clearly was insane but at the same time I couldn’t let the blue moon pack lose their alpha over me; I took a step towards Luccas causing Wayne to move some to not be in direct line of attack between us. “Well, that is true Luccus but the truth is it is causing a lot of questions, how safe could that be for you?” I ask batting my eyes like I had seen girls do to try and find boyfriends before their mates. I hoped I looked like I was flirting but he repulsed me so

I prayed. My mind drifted to the man I saw in the vision that refused to reveal his identity to me. Who could he be? I wondered. Although I didn't see his face, I sensed that he would be handsome and even if he is not, he has a great physique, so, I guess that is more than enough to make up for an ugly or plain face he might have. I recalled how he told me that I belong to him and called me his Luna. Why would he call me his Luna? Suddenly, it struck me that since he called me his Luna that means he is probably an Alpha.

'The pull which makes him ours and us his' Izzy snickered she was also angry at her mate to leave but she is one crazy wolf when it comes to her mate. Avy didn't bother to reply as she shoved Izzy at the back of her head. "Well if you will lie then I suppose you don't want to hear what exactly happen when Alpha Zander leave this room" Brittany asked mischievously. She knew it when Avy lied and also knew how to make her admit the truth. Avy often wondered why she was chosen as the beta female when she could have been the Luna. A Luna who is better then what she was. "I.. mate.. just tell me please" Avy yelled in frustration her face reassembled that of a tomato as she glared her.