Bending Scrolls Avatar Novels & Stories

Boom— The next second, the palm struck the avatar. However, the avatar managed to counter just in time. Both sides trembled and then retreated simultaneously. The first clash had ended in a stalemate. Aria was stunned. Andrius had the strength to contend with an Immortal Realm being’s avatar. He was too powerful! The avatar was also shocked. Was that a joke? How could slave he captured from the lower realm could match him in combat? “Immortal Art: Soul Destruction!” The avatar was unable to suppress his rage and unleashed his most powerful technique.

She brought her hand to her head, glancing about to get her bearings. Feeble flames flickered in the sconces, casting a delicate glow amidst the darkness. Hanging cobwebs glimmered, giving off a very clear impression that this site was close to being abandoned. Miracle pushed the books aside, careful not to kick or step on any. Still, her foot caught on something uneven. "'Bamboo scroll?' She reached down, loosening the string, and blew the dust from the scroll. With a soft clank, it unfurled to reveal the title inked in bold, vertical calligraphy.

Ava had the sinking feeling that was all about to change tonight. Earlier that evening, Ava had been in the middle of a Kinbaku session, where one of the male escorts walked her through the steps of binding him in a complex, but none the less beautiful configuration with silk cord. Madame Bella marched into the session, declared Ava’s classes done for the day, and ordered her to follow.

the tall avatar purrs. He reaches down. In the real world, the Bluetooth-linked dildo Alex packed on the nightstand buzzes to life. In the AR world, the avatar produces a thick, black cock. He thrusts. The toy inside me slams home. "Oh god!" I’m being gang-banged by ghosts. The woman is biting my nipples—sharp pinches from the suit. The man is flogging my legs—rhythmic stings. The tall man is pounding me—relentless, deep thrusts.

Beside him was Beta Simon, clad in black armor, who held a scroll in his hands, sealed with the royal crest. There was no mercy in this place. Ava was dragged forward by two guards, her wrists bound in enchanted restraints. Her hair was wild, her once elegant attire torn and stained. Yet despite everything, there was a strange light in her eyes, sharp and feverish. She laughed as she was forced onto the platform. Not a nervous laugh, not fear but something unhinged. The crowd fell into silence as Simon stepped forward and unrolled the scroll. His voice carried clearly across the grounds, steady and unwavering.

He reached into the air and pulled a handful of the black butterflies, turning them into a bridge of violet-grey starlight that led to Hope. "I’m coming for you, Sister!" Leo roared, his runes turning a steady, brilliant emerald-silver. But as he reached the center, the Black-Emerald Heart exploded. Hope didn't emerge as a girl. She emerged as the Avatar of the Nineteenth Cycle. She was fifteen feet tall, her body made of liquid obsidian, her hair a river of black-emerald fire. She raised her hands, and the Stone-Dolls around us began to wake up.

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.

In these cracks of her skin and bones, a stream of light reflects, exposing the magic that flows through her. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! Open the gate now! Let me out." I scream to the top of my lungs as my cellmate glow and tear into a new being. The bender runs towards us just in time that the beast grows a magical shield and use it to cut the bars down, instantly attacking the bender. They both wrestle to the ground. The Viatore, an air bender, and the beast woman, whatever she is. I ramble onto the ground as I crawl to my feet. Before I erect, I make a run for it.

She slammed her laptop onto a diagnostic terminal and rapidly spliced her cables into the Core's maintenance port. "I'm in the peripheral firewall!" Kara screamed, her fingers a blur. "But the ICE is adapting! It's trying to fry my motherboard!" The liquid-metal Avatar turned its featureless face toward Kara. It raised its arm, and the liquid metal flowed and reshaped itself, forming a long, wickedly sharp javelin of solid chrome. The Avatar drew its arm back to throw the javelin directly at Kara's cover. "Oh no you don't!" Leo roared. The giant hauled himself out of the shattered server rack. His LMG was jammed with ice, so he discarded it. He drew his heavy combat knife and charged the Ava

A true anomaly among them. “Can’t complain,” Ichiro said. “Except,” Zigor added, looking at his friend, “the whole losing your clothes when you change thing.” Laughing, Ava said, “This might sting.” Moving her fingers in the air, Ava formed a rune in the space between her and the men. She directed it towards Zigor. It disappeared through his shirt. He hissed, rubbing the spot on the left side of his chest. Ava repeated the same process with Ichiro. Taking a step back, she said—