Fourteen years after the sky burned and the Trr'ong were erased, Pandora still remembers the sound of wings and warriors in the sky. Tsa'kori survived the fall of her clan by fleeing to the Western Frontier, carrying nothing but her faith in Eywa and the ghost of who she was meant to become. In the long quiet that followed, she learned to heal, to wait - to believe that survival could be enough. But when the humans return, the forest begins to choke once more, and restraint is no longer an option. A new name spreads through RDA ranks like a prayer turned curse: the Breath-Stealer. Far from her, another legend is already walking a bloodied path. So'lek, the Dog Tag Warrior, hunts the humans who returned to Pandora, taking their trophies in memory of a mentor lost and a promise broken at Ayram Alusìng. Where Tsa'kori strikes from the sky, he stalks from the ground - driven by grief, sharpened by rage, and unwilling to let the past remain buried. Two survivors. Two myths born of the same war. And when their paths finally cross, Pandora will decide whether justice is found in vengeance - or in what remains after it. One steals breath. One steals names. Pandora remembers both. ~ Disclaimer, i own nothing but Tsa'kori and any character that does not fit into the avatar universe already. Will be a slow burn! (I think)

A stolen voice. A guarded warrior. A world to reclaim. When Seya'ri awakens from cryosleep, she remembers nothing but her name - and the echo of a sister lost to fire. Raised in captivity by the RDA and preserved by the one human who dared to love her like a daughter, Seya'ri escapes into a world she was stolen from - a body she doesn't recognize, a forest that does. Guided through the chaos by a silent warrior named So'lek - the last of a forgotten clan - she begins to reclaim her place among the People. But Eywa does not restore without cost.

• Book 1 out of 4 of "The Way To Save You" series. Hiraya te Salem Ka'art'ite, the last of the nomadic Terapatxi, has chosen the shadows. A survivor of the RDA's cruelest experiments, the fifteen-year-old Hiraya knows a bitter truth: in a world at war, her mutated blood is not a gift - it is a prize to be exploited by humans and Na'vi alike. ​Her carefully guarded solitude is shattered when a stranger stumbles into her sanctuary. He doesn't come with shackles or syringes; he comes with a gentle smile and a name that carries the weight of a legend. ​"I am Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan. Son of Toruk Makto. It's nice to meet you, Hiraya." ○●○●○●○ This Avatar - Neteyam AU fanfic: • is canon-compliant (save for the author's own interpretation of incomplete souls and Spirit World rules). • is written in switching 3rd person POVs for better storytelling. • adheres to sci-fi laws and logical emotional development. • is literally made to counter Neteyam's canonical death in ATWOW. • is made by an author who loves pictures (so please do read online for the full experience ♡). ○●○●○●○ Sample passage from this book: ​"Listen to me," Neteyam said, his focus narrowing entirely on her, his brows furrowed with genuine concern. He shifted, his hand moving to cover hers where it rested, white-knuckled and trembling against her thigh. Her skin felt fever-hot against his palm, a sharp contrast to the cooling spray of the sea. ​"Focus on this," he told her, keeping his voice low and steady to cut through the sound of the surf. He needed her to stop staring at the horizon with those dead eyes. "Feel the weight of my hand. The salt on your skin. You are here, Hiraya. Right now. You're with me, and we're above the surface. Stay in the light."

Vawm Syulang-Dark Flower Long ago, she was not Na'vi at all, but a thanator pup, raised by her mother deep within Pandora's forest and taught the balance of Eywa. When fire tore through the jungle. Neteyam notices her not for what she can do, but for how she is-quiet, steady, and unafraid to stand alone. Their bond grows slowly through shared stillness, trust, and unspoken understanding. Oc x Neteyam Best friends- lovers Avatar the way of water, avatar fire & ash

SHE BREATHES in the will of Eywa. As the adopted child of the Olo'eyktan and the Tsahik, she is one with the ocean. But things change when she meets a certain forest boy... #1 neytiri #1 loaksully #1 neteyam #1 avatarwayofthewater #1 eywa #3 neteyamsully #3 avatarfanfic

───ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʟᴇꜱꜱᴏɴꜱ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴏᴏᴅ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ. 𝙖𝙤'𝙣𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙭 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧

Born and raised for eight years at the Sarentu Clan, Neyara, her older sister, Aha'ri, and other Na'vi children were kidnapped by RDA forces, led by John Mercer and Angela Harding after their clan was attacked. They were forced to participate in the Ambassador Program, raising as if they were human, and groomed to turn against their own species. But after John Mercer shot and killed her sister in front of her and their friends, Neyara was no longer the gentle and quiet Na'vi, she grew to hate and swore deep down that she will get revenge for her family and Clan, even if it kills her.

Kireyi and Neteyam have shared a bond since childhood-friends, companions, confidants. From forests to reefs, their connection has always run deeper than anyone could see, filled with laughter, quiet moments, and unspoken feelings. "I... don't know what this is," she whispered, voice trembling, "but I... I like it." "Then let's figure it out," he murmured, pressing another light, lingering kiss to her temple. "Together." In a world alive with Eywa's guidance and the tides of Pandora, some connections are impossible to ignore.

❝I'm such an idiot, Mari. I wasted so much time pretending to hate you when I could have loved you instead.❞ ~~~~ Neteyam and Marali grew up together as best friends. They had been inseparable until the fateful day came when they would have to train. The day training for the two teens began, was the day everything changed. Soon, it seemed that Neteyam didn't have any time for the girl, and when Lo'ak was added into the mix, jealousy spawned from the oldest Sully boy. Started: May 9th, 2023 Ended: June 14th, 2023 Final Word Count: 121,064 Status - In Process of Editing *SLOWBURN WARNING* **AMAZING COVER MADE BY @Lele_poupou !! GO GIVE HER A FOLLOW! I WILL DO A BOOK TWO WHEN AVATAR THREE COMES OUT

As the Sky People return and the balance of Eywa begins to fracture, Tireya of the Tayrangi moves through her days as she always has, serving, healing, protecting, never hesitating. She is fearless in the air, unyielding on the ground, and bound by duty to her clan. Then a stranger steps into her path. A lone shadow warrior-clanless, carrying the weapons of the Sky People despite the Na'vi blood in his veins-moves through the forest like something half-forbidden, half-unchained. He does not bow. He does not flee. He watches her as though she is both a threat and the truth. "You should not stand so close," she tells him once, voice sharp, pulse louder than the forest. He leans nearer anyway, breath grazing her ear. "Then stop reaching for me." Every encounter is wrong-too quiet, too charged, too aware. Their hands never touch, yet she feels him everywhere. His restraint is violent. Hers is breaking. As the resistance grows and the land begins to bleed, Tireya is forced to fight beside the one man she cannot afford to want-someone without a clan, without a place, without permission to look at her like that.