Lyle Avatar Novels & Stories

“There you are.” The central pillar brightened. Above it, a projection coalesced—light condensing into a woman’s shape. Ageless, precise features composed in a way that was almost too symmetrical. This time, Elara had chosen to appear. Her avatar wore a simple white dress. Bare feet on the reflective floor. Hands relaxed at her sides. She tilted her head. “You’ve made a mess of yourself,” she said to Lys. “But we can fix that.” Lys swallowed against the taste of copper at the back of her mouth.

"Give the poor guy a break Lyles. He is just a child" It is too late to tell Sia to stop talking. He talks fast when he wants to, and slow when he is mocking you. And he just mocked Lyles, and boy he was going to hear it hot. Anita, Leo's mate who is by the entrance jumps out of the way as an angry Lyles makes his way forward. She is so small, I could have missed that little but important action she took if I wasn't looking at Sia. I don't think I need to explain anything to you.

Seeing her younger daughter crying, Lyannette felt pain in her heart. Although Selene and Endymion also did, they knew that Leila was faking because they knew how strong Leila had become after training for some months. Erebus was bothered when he saw the scene. Now that the evidence had been provided and he had seen it with his own eyes, he naturally believed it but at the same time couldn’t believe that Oizys could even hurt her niece. He could tell that Leila was Lyannette’s daughter and she was Lyannette’s mini version.

} {You have been given a new skill book 'Basic Design 102'. Lily stretched and flexed her fingers as the system notification went off, she smiled as she admired the two-piece attire she had just designed. "This would make for a good starter collection for the store. I like it," she hummed, not knowing someone had been looking at the design over her shoulder. "I like this design, sell it to me," Avon demanded as he pointed to the sketch pad, silently asking her permission to take it. Startled, Lily moved to the side to peer up at him only for him to grin and wave at her.

Then she grabbed her tablet and typed quickly. The mechanical voice spoke: Like Daddy’s company? Leylie laughed, and the sound was so warm it seemed to brighten the room. "Yes, just like your daddy’s company. He builds things that help people connect, right? He’s like a big lighthouse." Ava nodded, a wide grin spreading across her face. She reached out and gently touched the red marks on Leylie’s jaw — the marks Matthew had left. She looked up at Leylie with worried eyes and a furrowed brow.

“Meet Misfit,” Luke says helpfully, though he’s already halfway to the window, peeking out at the helicopter pad like there might be something interesting going on. There’s not. His own stuffed toy is dangling at his side like a discarded piece of cloth. The poor dinosaur doesn’t get an introduction. “He’s a secret demon warlock and knows how to use a sword.” Leyla squeals. “That’s so cool!” “And this is Princess Pixelbrain,” Lili says, proudly holding up her bunny like a sacred offering. “She has her own tiara, does ballet, and probably runs an empire. Also, she likes cheese puffs.”

Then slowly — very slowly — she dropped to one knee. Not in defeat. In recognition. “Father,” Luna whispered. The word struck Lily like ice water. The wind died completely. Even the leaves stopped moving. And then he was there. Not arriving. Not appearing. Just… there. Standing behind Lily like he had always been there. She turned slowly. He looked human. That was the worst part. Tall. Blonde hair like theirs — but brighter, almost white. Blue eyes identical to theirs, but deeper. Endless. Like looking into a sky with no stars.

"Lyla. I thought you were dead." "The Council tried," the woman, Lyla, said. She looked at me and tilted her head. "So, this is the new one. The one who thinks she’s the Origin." "What is she talking about?" I asked Rowan, a pit of dread forming in my stomach. Lyla laughed, and as she did, violet runes—identical to mine—began to glow on her skin. She raised her hand, and a ball of violet fire danced on her fingertips.

Secretive in thought and emotion, Lycer mostly keeps his past and current struggles to himself, hiding behind a playful persona Lesa: She/Her: Full of love and always protected by the communities around her, Lesa isn't prepared for the betrayal to come to her. Nonetheless, she will persist for not only herself but also the child she carries; determined to give him the same upbringing full of love that she received

On a side table, a bottle of amber liquid and two crystal glasses glittered under the low lights. Levi walked behind his desk but didn't sit down. He leaned his hands on the dark wood, looking at her. "You look like a drowned rat, Lily." The bluntness of his words stung, but she couldn't deny it. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, feeling utterly exposed. "If you brought me up here just to insult me, I'll leave." "With fifty dollars in your pocket and no shoes?" Levi asked, a faint, mocking edge to his voice. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, sleek black device. He tapped the screen, and a holographic display projected a crystal-clear image into the air between the