Naruto Avatar Novels & Stories

"Haha! You're definitely not going to be the one, to bring my doom. Alright? Okay, I think I should tell you now, that I'm just an Avatar. So if anybody manages to put me down, it would be of little consequence. Also, you should know that I will do well to avoid your lord for now. And by the time your lord, finally gets to meet me, my Real body would've already recuperated. So you see, you're going to die for nothing, and you're not going to be avenged. Haha!" Now It was the Bloody Red Humanoid figure time to taunt. However, what he said about him being an Avatar, was true. Last time, after the Surrogate Avatar killed Nri Magu, the real body of the Bloody Red Humanoid figure, before leaving

A bald Crysanta Gore rises to her feet, "Damn! I only managed to dodge that lightning blast by using my high reflex and agility." Why?! She's bald now! And with lifeless eyes. "I am the avatar of surprise", her voice had a particular kick to it. "Yes! I can see that now", he says as he slowly backs away. "Call me Gift!" Did she say high reflex and agility? The avatar of surprise, she might turn out to be troublesome. ... Buck coughed out blood as Gift landed a kick on his neck. Every bolt of lightning he threw her way, she easily dodged. She showcased an unbelievable amount of athletism.

Vance had also brought his team of 70 hunters. Several eyes were stuck on Lieutenant Grisha and Secretary Alia and their bulky mounts. Grisha was sitting gracefully on a White Wolf whereas Alia was riding a gray bear. Both of their mounts had a majestic appearance. Vance was also riding a 3 meters tall Komodo Dragon. For the shorter distances, mounts were practically useless since humans with activated chakra could already run at the same speed. However, owning a mount was also a luxury inside the glitch, it also represented power and strength.

Guards, maids and elders were making sure everything was in it's right place. Today, everything would change. I stood up and walked to the mirror. I looked at myself for a long time. I did not look like the broken girl I used to be. I did not look like the girl Darren pushed down or the girl the elders ignored. I looked like someone new. Someone stronger. I smiled at myself and touched touched my face gently. “Today is the day,” I said to myself. “Today marks your official entrt into the pack. Today marks the day you will be Luna.”

This is both a killing technique and a cultivation application. Finally, the Astral Combatant is the essence of both the previous techniques fused into an astonishingly monstrous technique. The Astral Combatant is the way to create a mental avatar that defends the mind of the user from a mental attack. It raises the perception of the user once the mental avatar is formed and allows it to devour the mental energy from a fresh corpse and refine it to pure streams of mental energy. Not only that, the mental avatar can be used to create and enhance the effects of mental attacks. This actually works well with Fiery Golden Pupils.'

[GLITCH GliTcH GlItch] A quick headache zap across his mind. An ai robot voice claims a mission for the first in a long time since the system collapsed. Ava was alarmed. The coldness of her feet dangling in the air. Not a single person move and not a single breath can be heard as if they were frozen in time. The senior's unbalanced punch didn't get a chance to even tap on Akira's white complexion and Ava is not in the dearest's body. Her soul sprung out of the villainess's body so fast that she didn't catch the chance to load over the situation before a blue blinding screen appears in the cold air...

It was a towering machine of glass and chrome, its needle-fine nozzles currently knitting together a skeletal structure of carbon-fiber and lab-grown marrow. "We call them Avatars," Aria explained. "They are biological hardware. We can map your 'Soul-Data'—your quirks, your powers, your memories—into the neuro-chemical pathways of these bodies. You won't just be 'Simulated' anymore. You’ll be Biological Entities in the Macro-verse." The Price of the Print "There’s a catch," Kael said, his orange fire flaring. "There’s always a catch when someone offers you a life."

Zaru, who’s been in a painful struggle, remained at the top of Miragin, writing on a book- the new DEOS, with a group of beast people. ‘’Whoever wins a war will not only have the right to claim the victory but also the history.’’ ----------------------------- ‘’Brother Niru, where are you going?’’ ‘’I’m just going to pick up some apples, Saya’’- He sweetly smiled at Saya- a citizen of New Colonia, in humanoid form. Niru slowly turned his head and continued his walk, his face then changed into a very serious look. He is the same Niru as before, but also different. At the top of his head is antennae, bouncing as his long bright colored hair, at his back is a pair of huge wings similar to the p

Her face still has make-up on it but the problem is the big 'X' painted on her cheeks. Her head was now bald. The skin was smooth and shiny because Aarti applied some oil to it and then drew the arrow tattoo of Avatar Aang in the cartoon Avatar, on her bald head and then put two cheap earrings of different colors and brands on her ears. On her shoulder, she was carrying a teddy bear purse. Aarti nodded in satisfaction too and dragged Sonia out of the CEO'S office to the elevator where Sonia was finally tossed out of the elevator at the final( or first) floor.

Her questions tumbled out one after the other, a stream of consciousness that Tanner found both endearing and amusing. Though he couldn't verbally, Tanner offered gentle nods or shakes of his head where appropriate, and playful nudges to acknowledge her questions. Each of her inquiries was met with patience and a silent chuckle, her imagination painting a vivid picture of the future she envisioned. Avery's mind seemed to race even faster than her words. "Do you think I'll have a special mark? Like a star or maybe a moon on my fur? Oh! What about my eyes? Will they change color when I shift?" Her curiosity was boundless, each question leading to another, more fanciful than the last.