Bending Scrolls Avatar Novels & Stories

Yet, sometimes they still called me with name since I said it was okay to use my real name here. My avatar, a miniature dragon, flickered its tail, acknowledging the call. Bear, rabbit, eagle, tiger, and more roamed this space, each avatar as unique as its user. Our leader, Number 1, had chosen a majestic white tiger that stood upright on two legs with white robe. "Number 10, have you adjusted well to the sleeping capsule I sent over four months ago?" inquired Number 2, his voice emanating from an old monkey avatar with notably long arms.

“Like LOVERS???? Well, I’ll tell you what Lucas, we are NOT lovers, we never were and we never will be, do you understand me? Now give me the message.” He let out a sigh, and then reached for one of the drawers, opening it and bringing out a small scroll with some scribblings of ink on it, he then handed the scroll to Ava. She grabbed it from him and wasted no time in reading what was written on it, holding her breath and choking back her tears as she did so. ****** The Dawn Pack.

Immediately they all get down on one knee and bow their heads in deference to my leadership over them. I stand a moment before I turn toward Avani. As I do, I realize that the lava that I pushed over him earlier to burn off the trees has hardened, pinning him to the ground. He’s caught and can’t move. “Avani!” I say, rushing over to him. Just as I get to his snout, he blows his earth element over me. I feel the burn, the scraping against my skin. I look down and see an image of a dragon on my chest over my heart.

I asked, raising a brow. “We believe,” he paused, and put a hand around my mom's neck as he glanced at her for a moment before returning his attention to me. “We believe that the scroll has decided to speak you. And you alone.” Having taken off top half of the box by opening it, I took out the scroll and dropped the bottom half on the cupboard from where it was initially kept. Then I unknotted the rope used to bind it, and unrolled the scroll. But it was empty.

At least, even if there were, they could no longer practice and had become ordinary humans. That's why the black scroll in his brother's hands was called the forbidden scroll, even more forbidden than the Yin Yang technique. If the Yin Yang technique had a seventy percent chance of losing one's mind, then the technique in the black scroll had a ninety-nine percent chance of losing one's mind while learning it.

It isn’t blank anymore. It shows me (platinum hair in twin tails, ruby eyes wide) standing in a castle courtyard at dawn. I refuse to let the high wizards of Shambhala cut my heart out to unseat my floating crown of power. Im Successful in convincing the council to give me a chance to prove that I'm not a monster. I’m holding a skateboard made of titanium a gift from my future husband. But this time the image moves. I look straight up (past the sunrise, past the executioner) and whispers to someone who isn’t there yet:

The wind around the Ashborn twisted like a small storm. The other Ashborn stood farther back. A woman with blue markings on her arms. She lifted her hands and summoned water from a nearby broken pipe. The liquid hovered in the air like a snake, waiting to strike. I stepped beside Jon. “Let’s end this.” Jon nodded. “Watch out for the wind freak. He keeps knocking me back.” I turned my eyes to the air bender. He smirked at me. “Another one to die?” he sneered. “No,” I said. “Just the one who’s going to kill you.”

Ava's pov No one moved. Xander’s muscles were tense, ready to strike, but even he hesitated. Rowan gritted his teeth. “From who?” The Revenant’s lips curled, a grotesque imitation of a smile. “From your future king.” I couldn't even speak due to the shook at what I was witnessing and hearing Zerathos. The Revenant raised a clawed hand, black veins pulsing beneath its skin. A scroll appeared in its grasp out of nowhere, the paper looking older than time itself.

"Let me help you." Charlene adjusted her stance, her hands now gripping the floating scissors. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she visualized the motion she needed. Her hands began to move in a rhythm—slow and controlled—just as the ocean waves she used to watch crashing on distant shores. She could feel the scissors pressing against the invisible force, slowly making progress as she rocked her hands back and forth. "Try an alligator’s bite—slow and steady," ReNew instructed. Charlene visualized an alligator’s powerful jaws snapping shut, and with a sharp movement, the scissors bit into the charm’s protective barrier, cutting through it inch by inch.

But I need to do something, the rogues outnumbered us and we need the upper hand to survive this fight. “Cover me!” I yelled, dropping to my knees and pulling out the scroll. The moment I touched it, energy surged into my veins—hot, electric, dangerous. The scroll pulsed, symbols glowing faintly. I began to whisper the words I had learned, the ones etched into the back of my mind. The earth trembled beneath us. The trees groaned like they remembered something old. A rogue lunged toward me. Before he could reach me, Ivy stabbed him in the side, screaming. He collapsed at her feet. She turned to me, eyes wide with something like fear—and awe.