Female Na'vi Oc Novels & Stories

Cryogenic pods lined the walls. Tall, cylindrical, each filled with faint blue mist. Computer screens glowed at the base of every chamber, streaming medical data, heart rates, DNA maps. She walked slowly, eyes wide. “This isn’t a cult,” she whispered. “It’s a science facility.” Each pod had a name tag. Each name was a woman. Arielle V. Sabine R. Daniela M. Jessica Rivers. Mira Hale. Every name… familiar. These were the wives. The descendants.

### The Hall of the Failed Versions Aris led me out of the hospital room and into a long, dimly lit corridor. The walls were lined with glass tanks, each one filled with a shimmering, viscous fluid. I stopped in front of one, and my stomach turned. Inside the tank was a girl. She looked exactly like me, but her skin was a translucent blue, her hair floating like seaweed. A label on the base of the tank read: **[VERSION 0.4 - THE SIREN]**.

Look at what had happened to Obsidian. I licked my lips. “Only some of us have panther DNA,” I told her. “But you have panther DNA, right?” Vanya slowed the car at a stop and turned slightly towards me. “Yes. Obsidian, Devrim, I and the rest of the pride have panther DNA.” Her lips tilted upwards into a smile. “So that would explain the purring.” I returned her smile. “Among other things.” “What else can you do?” “Vanya—”

Me being the only female Alpha alive doesn't rub well on others, they feel I'm too weak to be an Alpha and I'm using every opportunity I have to prove to them that I'm not weak. "SILVANA! SILVANA!" I smile to myself when the voice of my bestfriends drift to my ears above the voice of others, they are one of reasons I haven't abandoned my Alpha title and run with my tail between my legs. I watch carefully the signs I need to know that my opponent is tired, with one swift motion I end the scuffle with my opponent passed out on floor at my feet even though he is an Alpha male. It takes more than just being a man to defeat a determined woman.

If we want one alive, it won't be from this group. She's amazing, impressive, and scary as hell. If Marinah grew two heads and six arms, I would still find her beautiful. In Nova form, there are no words. She's bigger and more powerful than anything I've ever seen. She's also deadlier. Like a Viking berserker of old, she's goes a bit crazy when Nova takes over.

’ I blinked, unable to believe this. ‘Yes. You Sarael Adio, Beta Female of the Bloodmoon Pack, and mate of John Kinsley have been blessed by the goddess, and here I am.’ Nova grinned. ‘So, you know the deal. That I’m human? That you won’t get to shift at will.’ I questioned. ‘Of course. I know. I have waited all this time to be born, to be with Irving. I certainly won’t let a little thing like that stop me.’ she laughed.

- Octnavin demanded in his mind. Jumping over the couch by the TV, Sloan ducked and then peeked at the entrance. Small young-looking teenage girls entered the room and fanned out in every direction. The little adolescent girls were covered in gray snake scales. Their whole bodies were scales that glittered gray and black. They shot rapidly around the room with guns out of a space flick.

~. .~ As soon as Jannah had disappeared from the arena and materialized into the real world, her mate, Mobali's Gamma, Nate rushed to find her. Mobali and the rest followed him as they burst into the infirmary where all the fallen participants were been treated. "WHERE IS SHE?" Nate's voice thundered as he grabbed onto one of the healers. Trembling in fear the healer asked, "Who is she, sir?" "Get a hold of yourself, Nate." Mobali growled at him using his Supreme Alpha Authority as he released the healer from Nate's grip. "The Supreme Gamma Female."

She had gone to the bathroom to ease herself and she came out to meet someone in the doorway. “Holy Jesus! You scared me. Jeez! This loo ain’t for the gents, please.” Ava was still holding her chest and she was trying to control her breathing. “I’m so sorry. I just wanted to talk to you?” “Here?” “Uhm, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I am Bern…”

This should be a final lesson to her— not to side with the wrong person. "Congratulations, Player Jana." She accepted Vivien's praise. Jana can at last, visualize her form. Her Ai turned out to be a small version of an old-dated television with wings behind its back. With a face that resembled a cartoon character's eyes, mouth and brows, Vivien had a gloating expression. Levitating just at the level of her shoulders. "…Vivien, I can see you." "Oh?" Vivien's wings fluttered two times faster. She circled around Jana. The world is still melting around them. "Oh! Oh! My host is dearly special!"