Dark 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 was crying. "Leave her alone Azmar. Or you will regret it." Ethan said in an angry tone. We heard someone laughing. We turned around and found a man standing in front of the tree. He was very tall. His eyes were pitch black. "You must be a fool to interfere in my business. You don't know what I can do to you." That man said to Ethan. "Let her go Azmar. I will kill you in a less painful way." Ethan threatened him. Azmar gritted his teeth and lunged himself at Ethan. Ethan was trying hard to fight that demon but Azmar was more powerful than Ethan.

His eyes wide as looked over to Ragnar that had a surprised look on his face. "I'm almost the size of you Ragnar.... Now please understand I had no idea that my size was anything out of the ordinary until I saw you both shifted. I always knew I was bigger than my parents but no idea that I was the size of an Alpha, makes sense now why they never wanted me shifting in front of anyone." "Davi, what color are you my love?" "Black, but black with purple in the moonlight... But as black as you, even though you're blue in the moonlight"

The "First Transaction" of the collector was not a trade of currency, but a trade of "Archetypes." The "Avatar of the Past"—the eighteen-year-old Silas Blackwood—stood in the center of the "Grey Static" left by the Merchant’s deletion. He was a masterpiece of "Alpha Purity," his gold-and-sapphire skin glowing with a shadowless, clinical brilliance. He carried the "Original Silver Dagger," and his stormy sea-grey eyes were two solid pools of unadulterated pride.

“What the hell is that?” “An avatar,” Damian replied. “A partial construct—Carter’s physical projection.” The avatar tilted its head, its voice coming from multiple speakers at once. “Flesh wants to survive. Code wants to evolve. Which side are you on, Eli?” Eli fired. Bullets tore through the avatar’s torso, each impact leaving a spray of sparks and synthetic blood that evaporated instantly. The creature staggered but didn’t fall. Instead, it lunged forward, impossibly fast, striking Eli with enough force to send him sliding across the floor.

He looked Ava in the eyes. “The rightful heir… isn’t Darius.” Ava’s heart stopped. “It’s you.” “The curse was never on your mates.” “It was on you.” —DAWN OF WAR They rode fast. Storm clouds gathered as Ava’s army reached the canyon pass leading to Raven’s fortress—an obsidian structure pulsing with red light. Ava led the charge at the front. Her fire flared with every step. Her eyes glowed. She was no longer just a chosen alpha. She was fire incarnate.

All around her swirled visions—of her life, of others' lives, of the distant past and the near future. Then, he appeared. Malrik. Or what remained of him. His body looked human, tall and regal in an ancient robe of shadow silk, but half of his face was cracked stone, bleeding starlight. His eyes glowed with eldritch power, and black veins pulsed across his skin like a spiderweb. But what chilled Ava was his smile. It was sad. "You look just like her," he said. "Your mother." Ava summoned her magic but it fizzled. "Stay back."

I come with her, hot and hard across my fist, her name a growl on my lips, Davina, as we crash together through the screen, the alley spinning, the world gone. The screen flashes gold. LeatherLurker tipped $2000. LeatherLurker: good girl LeatherLurker: same time tomorrow

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

There was nothing but endless darkness. Her heart pounded against her ribs. "Hello?" No answer. The darkness stretched forever. Then footsteps echoed—slow, measured, and approaching. Ava turned as a figure emerged from the shadows. It was a man. At least, he looked like a man. He had dark hair, dark eyes, and wore a simple black suit. There was no glowing power, no cosmic aura, nothing extraordinary about him. Yet Ava knew immediately who he was. This was the presence from beyond the fracture. The thing that had laughed. The thing that had frightened the Architect.