Novel & Cerita Bloodbender Avatar

the creators voice boomed all around the celestial realm as all angels stood before him with their heads bowed. "My lord undergoing reincarnation involves being mortal and living in the body of the same body I birth like a father living in the body of the son,and of this happens I shall rise as the Demon Hybrid the prophecy said would unite the Deon Kingdom with other kingdoms my lord.i can't bear to leave heaven my lord" Marcus answered with bowed head as no one dares look the creator in the face.

“Grey feeds first. Then blue. Then the thick black one. In that order.” “Got it,” Bram muttered. Then, “Varian, once this room goes dark, your half of the building is going blind.” “Do it,” Varian said without hesitation. Bram cut the grey feed. The entire plant shuddered. Avatar voices shrieked and distorted through the comm. Liora reached the bypass panel just as the lights flickered dangerously. Her mirror avatar stepped directly in front of her. “Why are you fighting?” the avatar whispered. “You were never built for this world. You’re soft. You cry over the dead. You hesitate.”

The head of the black flood dragon ancestor rose into the sky, and the expression on her face had not changed yet. Caspian made two punches in the air. Bang bang! Like fireworks blooming in the middle of summer, the head and body of the avatar burst out thick blood in the air. However, before the blood could fly far away, it was absorbed by Caspian's one finger. Suddenly, Caspian's vigor surged again, and there seemed to be a bright light and flames burning in his eyes. Then, he turned around and flew toward the next black flood dragon ancestor's avatar.

Nor she was hearing what she should have been hearing. SNAP! The sound of something being broken had wrung out. But Ava kept on moving her feet, without a sense of direction. She allowed her feet to wander as they pleased. Without any other sense of warning, something grabbed her shoulder, dragging her backward. A gasped left her lips, as she felt herself being pulled back even more. Until she was face to face with a moonlight glowing figure of what looked like a man. “Where is a blood walker like you going, love?” Ava’s eyes moved towards his face, where she saw two sharp teeth growing out of his lips.

As she finished I let go of my nose and called out to her. “Nena,I told you to be careful with sharp things.” Unlike others, Nena’s blood is quite rare. It gives off a very sweet smell that can make a vampire lose his senses. Good thing I can control myself very well. She looked back at me, “Ah! Sorry… The cutter slipped out of my hand when I was trying to cut the sticks… But I put the band-aid on immediately!” I walked to her and crouched, “Good work.” I softly patted her head, “Be careful next time.”

The iridescent blue aura of the sub-ether wrapped around my hand, humming with the raw, chaotic energy of the Origin-Code. The Avatar's crimson visor snapped toward us. One of its massive arms raised a plasma-broadsword to cut us out of the sky. Too late. We collided with the chest plate. Dax kicked the bike sideways, using the heavy iron chassis to absorb the kinetic impact against the golden armor. At the exact moment of impact, I drove my phased, glowing blue hand directly into the center of the Founder’s chest cavity. The Phase-Shield ignored the golden durasteel completely. My hand passed through the physical armor like it was mist, plunging deep into the dark, cybernetic heart of the m

She produced a small, ceremonial knife from her robes and raised it to my palm. "What are you doing?" Derek asked, my voice laced with a mix of fear and worry. Shirer's eyes met his. "I need your blood to anchor Ava's spirit. To bring her back from the brink." With a swift, precise motion, Shirer cut a small gash in my palm. I winced, but didn't pull away. Shirer raised the knife to her lips, and I felt a jolt of surprise as she licked the blade clean. Shirer began to chant in the old religion, her voice rising and falling in a hypnotic cadence:

"Why do you tremble? I am the answer to every prayer you ever whispered in the dark. I am the end of your struggle." The Avatar reached out a hand. "The Silver and the Shadow have fought for long enough. Give me your hand, and I will erase the memory of the marks on your palms. I will make you as eternal as the stars." Audrey looked at her own hands—scarred, dirty, and shaking. She felt the seductive pull of the Avatar’s peace. For a heartbeat, she wanted to say Yes. She wanted the pain to stop. But then she smelled the air—the fake, sugary scent of the resin—and she realized it smelled like a funeral.

His proudest technique had no effect on Andrius. Unbeknownst to him, Andrius’ blood had completely transformed into Immortal blood. It had transformed his true vitality into immortal essence and strengthened his soul. The avatar’s attack was ineffective against Andrius took the latter off guard. Once Andrius caught on, the avatar lost his chance. The next second, while the avatar was still reeling from the shock, Andrius charged with overwhelming killing intent and pierced through the avatar’s body. “Y-You...”