Uncle Iroh Art Novels & Stories

"Follow my animal!" Butt called. Yet... A space distortion opened. "Uncle!" Butt called. Butt hugs someone he called uncle. When Luis Park saw this he trembled. "Who is this animal?" That Uncle asked. "Uncle he is my slave!" Butt called. "You really did your task better!" That Uncle replied. "This God!" Luis Park muttered. This uncle looked like a white tiger! "I'm sorry my slave this my Uncle. The God of Space."

For a second, the coldness flickered, replaced by that dark, unreadable intensity from the elevator. "Don't test the limits of my patience, Elara. I have a lot of ways to make sure you follow the rules. Some of them you won't like." "Is that a threat, Uncle?" I threw the name at him like a weapon. His jaw tightened so hard I heard it click. His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, the air in the room felt thick enough to choke on. "It’s a fact. Go to school." The door shut behind him with a sharp, final sound.

It's uncle Jonathan,one of her father's close friends. "Unc-" the man cuts her off by shoving the gun at her head.His ugly and loud laugh makes her cringe. "I will not go down that easily,officer. Let me go before I blow her brain out." The man warns once again,taking a few steps back with still having Iris in his hold. "Uncle!" Iris screams out,still crying. She doesn't want to go with him.

, that Man asked Arthit who stood there watching him. "Uncle Rohan", Darika's voice came behind Rohan, Darika's Paternal Uncle. "Darika! Go back to your room", Rohan told her but she pouted. "Honey", Darika jumped and called out his name joyously. Arthit stood there watching those Uncle - niece duo. But when he heard his name from Darika's mouth. His eyes automatically roamed from the bare stick-like legs to the glowing face of Darika who was looking superbly cute in a Micky mouse-printed T-shirt and shorts.

In the way I brewed tea without calculating the worst-case scenario. This house—I called it home now, without hesitation. Iris ran through the sitting room, her hair tied back messily, her small giggles filling the air. "Mother, look!" she said, holding up a drawing she’d just finished. "I made us." I moved closer. The drawing was simple—three figures standing in front of a building with a high roof. "Who are they?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. "Mother," she said, pointing to one figure. "Iris." Then she pointed to the third. "Alpha Orion."