Yun Avatar Novels & Stories

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”

I finally answer, “it’s a woman” “Your mate?” “Nop” I shake my head in the negative, “a human. Ayana stones”

Its doors opened almost in sync, and out stepped a figure that pulled every ounce of air from my lungs. Tall. Perfect posture. Hair styled within an inch of perfection. That same smug calm that used to make entire magazine crews whisper. Jaehyun. And right beside him, wearing oversized sunglasses and a designer coat even in the heat, was Yuna. The “young” model he left me for. For someone in her early twenties, she looked like a ugly plastic doll constructed by a psychopathic cosmetic surgeon. I froze. Vincent turned, catching the shift in my expression instantly. “Vivian?”

"Who the hell do you think you are huh! WHO THE FUCKING HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TALKING BACK AT ME HUH!!!!!... WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!!!!!! answer me young lady or I swear..." "Enough!! OK, that enough swearing for one morning Mrs. Moon. You wanna know who I am, fine! I'll tell you who I am, I am Uwana Namya daughter of prince Kalian Eros Namya and I am as human as you would ever be so you better respect that " Mrs. Moon was shocked at my outburst but she quickly replaced that look with that of a deep frown as she said these words in a low dangerous tone. "Oh really..... Then why did you disrespect my own humanity by coming in 30minutes late"

From the top to the very last drop, without leaving anything behind, she told you anything. Using your fingers, your drag them across your hair, untangling the knots, and remain quiet as you try to digest everything she's told you. "Calla." She says in an almsot helpless tone. Your best friend, Hayeo- no. That's not it. That's not even her real name. Yvon. Yvon is actually a vampire. A paled skin, cold-blooded entity, child of the night, blood sucking creature with rigid sharp fangs- your best friend, is a vampire.

Looked like he had safely reincarnated to Ultimatia, the world where Kaguya had reincarnated into. He lifted his body, ignoring the anxious stare of the middle age woman and started getting off the bed. Yuuto wanted to look at himself so he walked toward the triangle shape mirror. What he saw in the reflection was a boy that looked like 9 or 10 years old. His hair had silver color and his eyes were blue, as clear as the blue sky.

Those eyes are the pure blue-green of the ocean which can drown anyone in its current, along with its long curly eyelashes like the waves which can pull you in its depth. But then suddenly there is a knock at the door. I immediately look away, my heart beating fast as if I’ve just committed a grave sin. Eren’s eyes narrowed. “Let me see.” He gets up from the couch and walks to the door. I follow him and stand behind. He opens the door and I smile as I see the least expected person. Azure Heredia. “Azure.” I say which makes Eren frowns. “What are you doing here?” Azure is breathtaking. He is of white skin, with azure blue eyes. His face is squarely shaped and perfectly shaved. As for his hair

The girl's voice was as cold as her face. "You must be Unix." Shivaay said and stretched his hand to her, she looked at his hand before shaking it. "Oh, sorry I didn't introduce myself." The man said and he squeezed beside Unix and grinned eagerly. "I'm Cyber, nice to meet you guys." He said stretching his hand at Shivaay, he shook his hand and gave a brief nod. The man's hand was strong and hard for his own good and Shivaay noticed the scratches and the scars on his arms. Cyber noticed Shivaay's gaze on his arms and gave him a challenging look.

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"