Tsaheylu Avatar Novels & Stories

A *Sapphire of equal maturity to Aaric. “I know… I did it suddenly. But, I won't regret it. Those are my feelings, and I want Athaleyah to know." ''Not only Saihan! I am Yahui, one of the Alpha Wolves of the western region, I also want Athaleyah to be my mate,'' said Yahui, another *Sapphire who became the Wolf King's emissary.

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

Her face heated, and she averted her sight. The YHRA, as I recently realized, is very different from Lesley. Yhra has a distinctive appearance, including a sharp nose, pouty lips, and pale complexion. "W-what? Don't talk in such a snooty tone." As I caress her cheeks, I can't help but smile.

Vampire Hunter (voice flat, professional): “Celeste Tsatoke. Strigoi. Moroi. Storm Witch. Whatever you’re calling yourself this week. The Order of the Ashen Veil has a warrant. Kneel and I make it quick.” I stop ten feet away. Tilt my head. Celeste (quiet, almost curious): “You know I don’t drink blood, right? I’m literally solar-powered now. Also married. Also co-ruler of an interdimensional university. You sure you have the right file?” He doesn’t blink.

“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.

Trying to see what he was seeing. For just a moment, the connection was strong enough. She saw through his eyes. The valley was a crater of grey. Dead earth as far as the eye could see. And in the center, something was rising. Not a creature. Not a demon. Just wrongness given form. A hole in reality shaped like a person. The Source’s avatar. Its hand reaching up from below. And it was looking directly at Kael.

The cause was the unstable Esze structure in the male body. I paused, swallowed my saliva. Then continued to read the next section. Haier-Elvian was born as being a mix between the two races. They inherited the intelligence of human beings and Elvian's Esze controlling. Their senses and instincts were sharp as Elvian, but not the life span. Its life span was almost identical to humans, as well as physical characteristics and body growth. Just a little note stating about Haier-Elvian. The next page was an explanation of the types of animal spirits. I would have read it with great enthusiasm. But not this time, because there was a thing which needed more attention.

“Greetings.” A male with a deep, elegant voice greeted him while he bowed his body. At the back, was a big, ring-like sofa. His body was clad with shiny, dark brown metal. His long dark bronze hair was flowing on his shoulders, and his ruby red ayes stared at Ricky as he smiled. “Ricky, this is Valheiter, my spirit animal, a galaxy dragon. This is his human body. His original body is too big for the world to contain, so he stays in space.”

After some time she spoke, “the monsters there are more large and deadly than the ones we fought in Zavion?” “Yes your majesty they are deadly and some are even flying. I don’t know what the place is but it’s so hostile.” Yael said and Tiana become mute. “What do you think? Are they friend or foes?” she asked and Yael just shook her head she didn’t know the answer. She could not say they are friends as they had abducted her and she could not say they are foes as she didn’t interact with any of them.

His anger showed in the form of his eyes flashing from blue to obsidian and back. "What my sister is trying to say," the pale, red-head intervened with a charming grin and raised hands—for the life of me, I couldn't see how the two were related, "for hers, your packs, and your own safety, its safer for her not to be near battle when she's not prepared for it. For the love of the Goddess, I can see the fear in her eyes," he turned his gentle smile on me with an exuberant wave, "hi, I'm Sylvain. Tania is my mate."