Book One
Water... Earth... Fire... Air...
My grandmother used to tell me stories about the old days, a time of peace when the Avatar kept balance between the Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and Air Nomads. But that all changed when the Fir...
It's meee...well obviously. Yes, recently I realize I've been majorly awol. But I'm back, kinda, but not really. Anyway, I have something important to ask and tell you.
Numero uno: Do me a favor and check out PN_Venus' and I's new book The Craft Boys.
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We are co-collaborating on a new fanfic series called the Elementals. So, if you like lots of hot guys with lots of hot yet sweet personalities, I highly suggest it. But, it is a reverse harem fanfic.
Reverse Harem in anime and manga is an emphasis on polygamous or love triangle relationships characterized by a protagonist surrounded by three or more members of either the same and/or opposing gender, sex, and/or love interests. So basically it's 4 elementals or guys with our beloved Naomi Delmira.
Meaning if you don't like one guy's personality, then you have 3 others to choose from. But with PN_Venus' ideas, I highly doubt it. Honestly, our favorite by far is Rowan. And Rhysand. And Evian. And Fabian. Aw shit that all of them. Opps😅
Antways, once we get our reads up, then chapters will start getting published. So please spread the word.
As for Avatar, I may or may not complete it due to copyright infringement. But if I do, it will probably end up being put on hold until the summertime so I can focus on The Elementals.
Now, sneak peeks of what's to come...
"Stop being fake Naomi. It's not your color", Leah said, angry at my response.
"Bitch, please. You're so fake, even China denied they made you!" My voice rising once again.
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It chuckled before wrapping its unnaturally long fingers around my neck, easily lifting me up. My body temperture continued to rise as I struggled for air. Its beady eyes watched as I kicked and thrashed, gasping for air. I try scratching, trying to inflict damage. Oddly enough, it drops me, stumbling back. Relief floods me, as I desperately filled my lungs with air. Wheezing, I staggered to my feet. I stumble back, watching it cradle its hand, smoke evaporating from it. It snarls, approaching me, anger twisting its already terrifying face.
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"I was talking to him", I said, turning back to green eyes, only to find no one. I take a step back, paranoia rising one again.
"Who?"
Am I seeing things?
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Like what you see? Then check out The Craft Boys! I have a really good feeling about.
