Last Airbender Uncle Iroh Quotes Novels & Stories

that was his last words and I promised to keep that, and he gave me a necklace which had some weird cravings all over it. “I won't leave until I save you from them, they are just cowards wanting to fight a kid. They should have attacked an able bodied man not kids. They are nothing but cowards,” he said and a gasp escaped my mouth. I can't believe that he would say something like that. I had wanted to tell him that he was not a coward but a cold hearted uncle who has the guts to kill his brother and sister-in-law coupled with the entire pack but it was too late. “Don’t you dare mutt, I killed her parents and her entire pack, it would be better if you leave now or you will have to face the co

Uncle spoke up rudely. "Actually, Uncle I want to teach some orphans at the park. Uncle it is very near from our home and I will come back before evening " I told him politely... But Aunty and Maya started laughing and Uncle spoke up irritatingly, " Why you always want to do worthless and meaningless work? Don't you have any common sense?" Uncle shouted at me... "And if we allow you, then who will do the work at home?? Me!!! or Maya??? " Aunty shouted at me too...

“They’re so glowy.” “Oh shut up Uncle,” I said feeling a little annoyed. He tried a tentative swing, then, foolishly, a second, broader one. The hellblade sang and left a red brushstroke hanging a heartbeat in the air, as if the night itself had been painted. “Uncle,” I said, catching his wrist. “Stop being a hillbilly. This isn’t a toy.” “It’s pretty damn cool,” he said, a reluctant grin breaking through. “But yes. I would also like to keep all my limbs.”

Karina snapped *** Note : *Oji-san : Uncle in Japanase

she whispers, “this is darker than *Papa Legba’s* tricks.” The nail thrums in my grip, alive as a struck tuning fork. I think of Uncle D’s stories—how iron remembers the mine’s blood, the forge’s fury. How it hungers for vengeance. “Let’s answer them,” I hiss. Uncle D laughs, a sound like gravel and grace. He’s perched in the window frame, shotgun balanced on his knee like a lover. At sixty, he moves like shadow—a man who’s buried more traitors than the earth can hold. “Li gen zo nan do li! (She’s got backbone!)”