Tsaheylu Avatar นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Soheila tied her hair and looked back at Theodore. "I have class, so if you get bored, you can play with my spirit beasts or do anything you want," Soheila said and summoned Little Black, Sylvie, and Firezha. "Enjoy," Theodore smiled at her. Soheila was flustered by his smile, but immediately shook her head and looked at her spirit beasts. "This is Little Black," Soheila held Little Black in her hand as she introduced him to Theodore. "These are my two girls, Sylvie and Firezha." She pointed at the two spirit beasts who were staring at Theodore.

he tells me. I roll my large yellow eyes and then notice something strange. I tip our child slightly so I can see his underbelly. Well not quite his underbelly. Things are not as they should be and what should be there isn't. "I've always liked the name Jewel myself," I say into Tahr's mind. Tahr can do little more than sputter as he looks closer at the missing appendage that draws my attention. "He's a girl?" he says in complete bewilderment.

Sigh. - Mom, I'm seventeen!- I have the right to go out there without explaining! -I get upset.- I'm done!- I exclaim. Azael caresses my arms trying to calm me down, and I give him a look of assent, indicating that I'm fine. -The fact that you are seventeen does not give you the right to go at full speed with a motorcycle on the road! -What? It can't be.- And without a helmet, Lailah!

The sapphire lines across my belly spun wildly, pulling my strength inward, not outward — the Void recognizing its ancient jailer. The Avatar drifted closer, stopping only three paces away. From beneath its cloak it drew a weapon — The Abyssal Ice Harpoon, five feet long, forged from the frozen waters of the deepest trench, barbed with three jagged prongs that steamed with a cold capable of stopping an immortal’s heart. “Your mate is sixty leagues north, smashing puppets of mud,” it hissed, tilting its head with terrible curiosity. “By the time he smells the blood of this room… the pact shall be sealed.”

ADA LUBE After rotating the iron tap valves to clear the ice grime from my pelt, my fingers retrieve Hayden’s ranking day token from the velvet storage case to run a detailed inspection. The asset is a high-tier, voice-integrated synthetic robot predator, engineered to look like an ice tiger because my tracking logs show Hayden maintains a supreme affinity for big cats. That specific variable drove my choice on the digital market.

he tells me. I roll my large yellow eyes and then notice something strange. I tip our child slightly so I can see his underbelly. Well not quite his underbelly. Things are not as they should be and what should be there isn't. "I've always liked the name Jewel myself," I say into Tahr's mind. Tahr can do little more than sputter as he looks closer at the missing appendage that draws my attention. "He's a girl?" he says in complete bewilderment.

"There is only the Debt." The return to the Citadel was not a race; it was a funeral procession. Wherever the steam-sleds traveled, a wake of grey rot followed in Audrey’s path. The "Perfect" forest died as she passed, the sapphire glass shattering into dust. The Avatar was waiting at the gates of the Citadel. She had grown to thirty feet tall, her limbs now massive crystalline boughs. She looked at Audrey and screamed—a sound of pure, celestial static. "YOU BRING THE VOID INTO THE GARDEN!" the Avatar roared.

he said. She sneered. “What have you done to me and why is there a symbol like this?” she demanded an answer while showing the symbol on her chest. “That’s a sign that you are my bride-to-be. Hm… I will introduce myself once again. I am Lucifer, The Avatar of Pride, The Lord of Corruption. One of The Seven Lords from Hell.” His voice was firm. “Congratulations, Felenia. Now you won’t be able to run away from me,” he continued with a lopsided smile.

Tehila's POV The world tilted on its axis. Every eye in the hall turned to me, but I could only stare at Zane Darius. The Rogue King. The monster parents told their pups about to make them behave. "That's not possible," I whispered. He moved closer, each step deliberate and predatory. The crowd scrambled back, giving him a wide berth. Even the strongest warriors in our pack looked nervous. "Tehila Morrison," he said my name like he was tasting it. "Age twenty-two. Daughter of beta blood. Currently unmated, despite that interesting mark on your neck."

"YOU HAVE COME FAR, ANOMALIES." The voice didn't come from speakers. It synthesized directly from the vibrating ambient air of the room, echoing with the absolute authority of a creator. From the rolling white fog at the base of the central sphere, a figure emerged. It wasn't a holographic projection like the Seraphim in the plaza. It was a physical, synthetic avatar. SYSTEM ALERT: THE PRIME AVATAR (ADMINISTRATOR). THREAT LEVEL: OMEGA. The avatar was humanoid, but it possessed no face, no gender, and no armor. Its body was constructed entirely of a seamless, shifting liquid-metal alloy that mirrored the surrounding blue light. It floated two inches above the obsidian floor, entirely unbother