Bloodbender Avatar Novels & Stories

With her current outrageous speed, her opponent could hardly keep up as blood finally flowed after she cut open a wound on his outstretched arm. Despite her swift counterattack, her opponent was not going to stand there and while her to cut him. He quickly reacted and grabbed her with his enormous spare left hand, before throwing her down with force. Her divine battle art granted her the ability to move, react and attack faster than normal, and she already trained her body to be flexible to an incredible degree, which was another requirement to practice this divine battle art. According to rumors, the inspiration for this divine battle art was taken from the ancient cartoon series, Avatar, t

Waterila softly open the book and read it silently as her tears continually fall. The book says it shows all the answer of Princess Waterila’s questions. It shows that if a water bender eats his/her own bloodline will consume the others’ power and transform him/her to a powerful fire bender. This will allow the other bender gain and use its other nation’s power by forcing their selves to have that kind of power but turning them to a monster.

My butterflies hovered over Xanthea’s face, dusting her with anesthetic pollen as I gently closed her eyelids, easing her into unconsciousness. My head snapped back, hearing footsteps approaching from behind. Another Azum — this one wearing glasses — walked toward us. I glanced at the one in front of me. “He’s my avatar. A clone,” he said. “He’ll assist you.” I returned my focus to Xanthea. “Ungh!” Xanthea writhed as the divine energy pulsed harder from the fang. “Begin transfusion!” I cried. “Quick!” Azum lay beside Xanthea as his avatar began chanting the transfusion spell.

Caleb opened fire, his magnetic rifle sending high-velocity slugs ripping through the first droid’s armored chassis, but the other three adjusted their shields instantly, their heavy footsteps grinding the metal floor as they advanced on his position. Ava didn't hide. She walked directly down the center of the catwalk, her boots clicking rhythmically against the iron grates. The sapphire veins beneath her skin flared to their absolute limit, the radiant blue light bursting from her palms and wrapping around her arms like twin serpents of pure bio-energy. "You think you can archive my son?" Ava shouted, her voice resonating with the full, terrifying authority of the Spencer Queen. She slammed

I call out, even while knowing that she won’t be able to hear me through this fucking window; I can hear out, but she can’t hear in. I rush downstairs as fast as I could, hoping the fucker hasn’t done anything, but when the scent of her blood hits me, I know that I’m too late. He chuckles and throws her into the pool, but I quickly dive in after her, pulling her out. My eyes move to the wound at her side and I pull off my t-shirt, hoping it will stop the blood before I can feed her mine to heal her. “Don’t bother trying to use your blood, Church; the baobab mixture does not allow for healing,” he taunts me just as I’m about to bite into my wrist. There’s a droning in my ears as anger compete

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

"Wait! Don't run at us! You'll scare her." They skidded to a halt at her words. Brodi's chest heaved with the effort to stop himself from running to his sister. He had scented her blood a while back and it was making him mental. He saw her back leg in the horrific trap. Fucking poachers! He'd tear every one of them apart as soon as he could find them! He could see the bone of her hind leg was broken in the trap from where he stood. He knew if he could get the trap off her, she could shift and the bone would heal. The problem was the trauma of removing the trap might cause her to shift uncontrollably. And there sat Liv – fierce and protective and having no idea at all what she was in the midd

“It might be too much for you but you can suck all you like.” “I would, but I already ate,” Hunter said as she pressed the small tubular taser against his abdomen and watched as his body jerked. It wasn’t enough to put him on his ass but it was all Hunter needed. “Motherfucker! Who the fuck do you think you are! Sucking your cock? I’ll show you who’s cock to suck!”

The call resonated through the trees, summoning her pack to converge on her location, their eager growls filling the air. Ava, with a surge of primal ferocity, aimed a precise strike at his vulnerable throat, unleashing a primal rage that coursed through her veins. The rest of the pack descended upon him with a voracious hunger, tearing into his flesh with savage determination. Limb from limb, they ripped apart the monstrous entity that had once been Royce DeVayne, leaving nothing but a gruesome testament to their vengeance. No longer a wolf in sheep's clothing, nor the tormented soul of Kate Rouen, Ava Anderson emerged from the shadows as the embodiment of the Okami. Her eyes burned with an