Sandbenders Avatar Novels & Stories

Mama seemed to be a natural at it, she ruled the household like she did when we were home. Home. Looking back, it seemed like a different planet, a different time although it wasn’t even that long ago. “Oh, you’re doing just fine.” Sanda said, chuckling. “Do you want me to give you a little demonstration? Of my abilities I meant.” Her brown eyes had little specks of green in them and I found it quite mesmerizing. She got up from where she sat, dusted her jeans off and strutted towards the sparring men. “You there,” she called out to a young, shirtless male. He was huge, broad-shouldered and muscled. Even his muscles had muscles it seemed. I thought she was crazy. He would annihilate her.

Luyando wiped away her tears with a rage that was beyond her years, her gaze still fixed disapprovingly on her father. “What about me!” Luyando cried, her hand hitting her chest. “Am I not a good enough reason for you to want to live?” As if in response, Bernard Chimeko stretched in his sleep and wiped at his drool before turning to face the other way. Luyando took in every piece of his being; the dirty sandals on his feet with enough holes in them that defeated the manufacturers original purpose of production, the tone jeans and the oversized sweater with a colour she was convinced could not be traced on the colour wheel.

Kai asked him. “That is a Baldander, they are shapeshifters. Their normal bodies are that of an alien. The crazy thing is, they can shape their bodies into any object they desire. They love to trick and joke. They are hugely annoying. Imagine not knowing if who you’re talking to is real or not.” Kai laid the rock down softly. He looked into the water and said. “Sorry Mr. uh… Mrs. uh… Baldander Sir, Mam… I won’t do it again.” He quickly ran over to me and pointed toward the river. “Wasn’t that your idea?” he said to me.

No girl could possibly resist a holy-grail, limited-edition Labubu figure. Especially this 'Cyber Mirage' edition. The figure looked so effortlessly cool wrapped up in its cyberpunk aesthetic. She was absolutely obsessed with it. She had pre-ordered it on the official website and waited a whole year without any luck, yet today, it had miraculously fallen into her lap. Wilda cradled the gift box, practically dancing with joy. Zander opened his mouth, about to explain the misunderstanding, when he caught sight of Sabrina walking through the front door out of the corner of his eye.

They reached the Solar-Tether—a massive spire of liquid-metal that connected the asteroid to the gravitational fields of the two stars. ​Standing in their way was a Siphon-Avatar—a being of pure "Nothingness" shaped like a faceless Nora Davis. ​"The error must be erased," the Avatar whispered. "The machine was perfect until you gave it a heart. Now it is broken. It must be recycled." ​The Friction of the Machine ​Nora didn't wait. She began to play the "Song of the Sundered," but she didn't play it for the humans. She played it for the Computers.

"So if we have some time, how about a bath?" "Mmm, that sounds wonderful." I watched Sandy's long, lean, and still very naked body extricate itself from our bedding. Her lovely, firm backside swayed as she walked into my ensuite, and I decided that we could afford to have a little fun in the tub. I climbed out of bed and headed to my dresser. As the water came on I opened the large drawer on the top left, where I kept my toys. I grabbed my little waterproof vibrator, but I didn't see my other one, the curved pink one with the metallic outline. It was multifunctional, and it was missing.

The wind around the Ashborn twisted like a small storm. The other Ashborn stood farther back. A woman with blue markings on her arms. She lifted her hands and summoned water from a nearby broken pipe. The liquid hovered in the air like a snake, waiting to strike. I stepped beside Jon. “Let’s end this.” Jon nodded. “Watch out for the wind freak. He keeps knocking me back.” I turned my eyes to the air bender. He smirked at me. “Another one to die?” he sneered. “No,” I said. “Just the one who’s going to kill you.”

Ele vê os medos, os receios, os sonhos, as dores. Sander consegue ter contato com os nossos entes queridos já mortos. Só que em algumas de suas visões a alma que coabita o corpo de Sander lhe pede para matar ou fazer algo errado. Ele é usado, é apenas um meio para que o espírito maligno que habita seu corpo consiga atingir o seu fim. - Estás a afirmar que Sander é um médium? - perguntou Helenice.

River was born here in the coven like I was, so he was around my whole life. Our Earth elemental friend is Sandy. She likes to wear sundresses with boots after training each day. She seems sweet but I swear she's crazy as fuck. Her familiar is a damn tarantula named Legs, for crying out loud. This crazy friend of ours came to the coven with her parents when she was five. She was just as strange then as she is now.

Then he bailed out of the window. "He's insane! My brother committed suicide! How high is this place?!" Bum Pan asked nervously. Jace just smirked and shook his head. "We're just on the fifteenth floor." Bum Pan's eyes almost went out of its sockets as he looked to the swinging curtains of the window. It took some seconds before a black shadow enveloped the room. A deafening sound of dashing wind was heard and just then a black dragon appeared. It was not as big as an adult dragon. Its eye was as fierce as Kaizer's, shining lime under the moonlit. Why eye and not eyes? For Wink only had his right eye open. His left eye was wounded and it was always closed. That was why he was named Wink.