Yagoda Avatar Novels & Stories

It happened again and I fell back to the floor, brought my knees to my chest and rocked in place. “They're breaking the shield." A soft feminine voice said. I looked up and droppedy knees so I wouldn't look like a scared child. “They really care about you... How do you feel about them?." “Who is asking?." She chuckled and came closer to the glass She looked exactly like the man, she had Golden hair, beautiful ocean blue eyes and a very alluring smile. “I'm Yoda." “You must feel really good. Do you always kidnap people or am I just supposed to be used as your practice toy?."

Instead, he slowly walked over to the Audi A6 where Yago was and nonchalantly announced, "Your turn!" Yago was trembling. His crotch felt hot and wet as he wet his pants, the stench in the car unbearable. He saw his life flashed before him. "N—No! Please don't kill me! I can be of use to you!" In extreme fear, as if he had grabbed the last straw, Yago rushed out of the Audi sedan and knelt before Alexander, apologizing frantically while crying his eyes out. "Aren't you looking for a replica of the Holy Jade Amulet? I know where it is!

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

Stepping back with a gasp, allowing fear to show on her face, she turned to walk out, only to bump into the solid chest of the bald man. “Now, where are you going, little girl? I thought you needed our help?” he smirked. “Yes, but...” She looked back at the wolves. Completely unfamiliar, hulking frames, scars on their torsos, strong auras, and not an ounce of fear. They looked like warriors. Would they talk easily? “Oh, don’t worry about our friends,” the young hunter laughed as he readjusted the broken door and closed it. “We can all help you...Ava.”

“Rise.” Aym did. “Now dance.” Aym grimaced, but did a jig. “Happy?” He collected himself. He licked a paw in an exasperated fashion. Anya laughed. “You never told me having a familiar would be fun, babushka.” “They are funny creatures, witch daughter.” Baba Yaga set to churning butter. “Go, fetch him some cream from the fridge. He deserves it, after all, his trip to Buyan has been long!”

maybe part of me wanted to see a reaction too. But then Hayden's voice came through. "What you do with her is none of my concern." No sooner had he said that than the screen shifted, and suddenly he was gone. In his place, a smooth, feminine voice came from off-screen. "Hayden, you promised to spend the day with me. Why are you on the phone again?" A woman with sleek, short hair stepped into view. It was Yara Drago. I'd seen photos of her before—absolutely stunning, with that effortless elegance and confidence that turned heads everywhere. She had this magnetic presence that even I couldn't ignore.

I saw names I recognized from the Ravine’s histories, and thousands I didn't. In the very center of the hall, resting on a dais of solid light, was a sarcophagus. It wasn't made of stone or metal, but of frozen "Holy Fire." Beside the sarcophagus stood a guardian. It wasn't a biological being, but a construct of pure silver energy—an "Avatar of the First Mother." "You have arrived late, Elena of the Mud," the Avatar spoke, its voice a resonance that bypassed our helmets and vibrated directly in our skulls. "The Diaspora has withered. The Line has frayed. Why have you come to the Grave?"

Ava was almost feeling happy about the fact that Vador wasn't ashamed to hold her so close in public but was shocked when she heard him say"Besides we're bats now. Look there" "Ahh," Ava said seeing her reflection. She was a bat and so was Vador. "Better now,look again" "Better," Ava sighed. She was back to her normal self. On entering the gallery, Ava saw a sketched drawing of a dog,a vampire dog maybe,It looked delivish with horns. Taking a closer look at it,the dog blinked at her. "Seen anything you like?" Vador asked with his hands behind him. "More of something that I don't like,"Ava murmured"That dog just blinked at me,she pointed to the drawing.