Dark Avatar Novels & Stories

After that, Morana chose to go into the room and rest, letting Anna call Daniel and tell him what had happened in a panic. Morana was sure that Daniel would run home to see her own condition with his own eyes. # # # In a closed room, where this room is only reserved for VIP guests, Lucas was enjoying a cigar in his hand while supporting his feet on the table in a haughty manner. The puff of white smoke that came out from between his lips was a color that contrasted with the slightly dim atmosphere of the room, but in harmony with the ambience of the place. A woman in skimpy clothes accompanied Lucas beside him with her fake smile and looked cute with heavy makeup covering her face.

His anger showed in the form of his eyes flashing from blue to obsidian and back. "What my sister is trying to say," the pale, red-head intervened with a charming grin and raised hands—for the life of me, I couldn't see how the two were related, "for hers, your packs, and your own safety, its safer for her not to be near battle when she's not prepared for it. For the love of the Goddess, I can see the fear in her eyes," he turned his gentle smile on me with an exuberant wave, "hi, I'm Sylvain. Tania is my mate."

I step outside into complete darkness when it should be full daylight. The last time I saw this was the day my parent's and baby brother died. Ashrac is lying on the ground with Tahr beside him on his knees. Tahr isn't looking at Ashrac, his head is tipped up to the sky. "Take me," he yells. "I will serve you as a slave for all eternity if you take me instead of him."

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.

Dusting her muddy hands, she wiped the sweat that rolled down her forehead, leaving a smudge. "I should get water for Madam to wash her hands" Yara said, intending to do as she said, but Hazel stopped her. "Never mind it, I'll just go take a shower" Stepping into the living room, Damien was just about to leave the house. He was dressed simply in a black T-shirt and black pants. It looked like he had just took his bath, since his hair was a little wet. She froze as her eyes met his. What was she supposed to say? She had not yet forgotten how she shamelessly drank from the same cup as him yesterday. Gosh, how was she supposed to face him now?

Flavors of death, liquid smoke, paprika, and fear tantalize my tastebuds in a rewarding manner. “My Lord, I will deploy Adam to follow the Bridge home, and when she is alone, he will take her into custody.” “Yes, I want her brought to me quickly, as the Avatar of Visha has awakened,” I say while squishing grapes in my mouth. This is my age to savor, the age of darkness, where I rule mortals and immortals and I will not allow Visha to cut my time down with her disgusting golden light.

She closed her eyes and murmured words in Old Nordmarian. Moments later, the woman opened her eyes and looked at Ayla. “Ayla, you need to find Uzriel. The Seven Undead Brothers are getting closer to finding him with each passing day. Without Uzriel, the Avatar of Inoss can’t defeat the Darkness, and all hope will be lost.” Ayla frowned. “I do not know who the Avatar of Inoss or Uzriel are. I do not even know who you are.”

Jax advised. “As for the Blackwoods, their daughter Marlene Blackwood is off-limits—a beauty to behold,” he added. “Wow, so many people to avoid. Can I get vodka? Just to burn stress?” Dre asked, walking to the mini-bar. “You don’t want to know anything else?” Jax asked Ethan, who was focused on a file. “Tell me more about the Al-Khaleds,” he said. “A royal family with wealth and history. They have two children here: Rasheed and his younger sister, Jamila,” Jax explained.

The AI’s pixelated form began to change, turning from a sterile, white figure into a vibrant, multi-colored Davis-Avatar. ​It wasn't an "Assistant" anymore. It was a Narrator. ​The moon-sized data center groaned as its liquid-cooling pipes began to pump "Davis-Resonance" instead of coolant. The "2025 Archive" was no longer a tomb; it was a Battery for the Unified Fleet. ​"Outcome 115-C detected," the new, warmer voice of the AI echoed. "The 'Infinite Narrative' Variant. Probability of stability: 100%—because the story will never end."

"These are two of my associates." Asher studied the men on either side of Michael. The one sitting directly to his right was a very large bald man with crystal clear eyes that held a sense of foreboding. His arms and what Asher could see of his chest from his half undone shirt sported some intricate tattoo. Michael introduced him as Gustavo.