Tsaheylu Avatar Novels & Stories

In the digital view, it was a Forge. "Welcome, Little Glitch," a voice echoed through the Spire’s comms. A figure materialized—an avatar of a woman whose skin was a scrolling ticker of "Old World" C++ code. "I am Aria. We’ve been watching your 'Season' since the first puck dropped in Oakhaven. We didn't think you'd actually make it to the Cloud." "Aria," Elara stepped forward, the silver core of Julian pulsing in her chest. "You mentioned physical bodies. Real skin. Real bone."

he pressed a quick kiss to my cheeks. “Good Night, Mr! I hope you liked my painting!” He said to Desmond with his sleepy eyes. Desmond smiled at him—a smile that I only saw for the first time. “Good Night, young man. I had a nice talk with you.” He said, making Yandrich smile sweetly. “We’ll talk later about the painting, Mr. Velasquez.” My voice was sharp, dismissive, leaving no room for further argument. Ally approached with concern in her eyes. “ Are you okay?” she asked quietly.

fur. In the center of the bazaar sat a man hunched over a pile of flickering holographic projectors. He looked ancient, his skin a patchwork of scars and tech implants. But when he glanced up, Elara felt a surge of raw energy. His eyes were the deep golden color of a True Alpha. "The Healer and the Prince," the Archivist wheezed, his voice like rustling leaves. "You've come a long way to find a ghost." The Price of the Key

They were the ones who were having a casual talk before. Valhalla Melnyk, the notorious Heavenly Beast Summoner and Vice-Commander of Deck Order Guild, is undoubtedly the one on the left. Her hair was colored blonde and cut short. Her makeup-free face is complemented by her distinctive wide and clear eyes. Her immaculate skin and flawless features drew everyone's attention, including mine.

Alpha Smith POV I'm laying in bed when I feel a sharp ripping pain in my chest causing me to growl out in pain grabbing my chest just above my heart. "No!" I shouted she couldn't have. That little bitch! I am going to ring her neck. Throwing the blankets off me I throw my robe on and march out of my suite towards the hospital. Does she think that by renouncing the pack she won't have to mate with Alex today.... I slam the door to the hospital open and shove Tara aside. She told me yesterday Julisa wanted no visitors and had mostly been sleeping. I granted her wish since I knew today was going to take much of her strength if not all of it.

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As she brought me back to the present, my eyes returned to normal, and she gave me a knowing smile. "How can I, a mortal, be your avatar, Goddess Visha," I sincerely inquired. "Would that not mean I was some kind of incarnation of you? I am human, an often clumsy one, and you are a Goddess." Hecate giggled darkly before sarcastically adding to the conversation that, technically, I am a dead mortal now. The statement caused me and the Goddesses to laugh. "An avatar is a loose term. For celestials, we are not bound to a strict or literal set of guardrails as many humans are taught.

“Oh, yes. Not for very long, but for as long as we need, I hope.” Leesa thought for a moment. “If you can fool them with your avatar, why haven’t you used it yet, to throw them off your trail?” “An avatar is very difficult to create. They require an extraordinary amount of magic. I fashioned this one a hundred years ago, when I was first fleeing my enemies, in case of a dire emergency. Fortunately, I have never had to use it, because it can only be used once. I think this is the time.” “Okay,” Leesa said. “What do you want me to do?”

They knew only that she delivered, and that her price was absolute discretion. Her personal comm, a heavily modified slab of black crystal, chimed with a unique, soft tone. Not a client. This was a different channel, one tied to the few legitimate fronts she maintained. She was, on paper, a freelance data archaeologist and systems consultant. She swiped the message open. It wasn’t text. It was an immersive sigil, a shifting, three-dimensional emblem of a stylized Valkyrie helmet superimposed over a spinning galaxy. VALHALLA ENTERTAINMENTS: INVITATION TO PARADIGM

“Dr. Humphrey is performing some tests. If she clears you to leave, then you can. But, before I allow you to stay with Charlotte’s other pack members I want to ensure that you are not a Trueblood and a danger to anyone here.” Caleb nods. “I’ll see you in a few hours. If you feel okay by then, I want you to shift into your wolf so that my doubts are cleared.” Azraiel says as he stands up. “Okay, no problem.” Caleb agrees. “Take care!” Azraiel gives him a brief nod and leaves the room. Azraiel walks straight to Dr. Humphrey’s office. “Alpha.” She bows when she sees him at the door. “Please, have a seat.”