Fireandash Stories

Tirey'te, the first daughter of Jake Sully and Neytiri, grew up with a deep sense of duty. Her sharp gaze reflects a fierce determination: no matter the danger, she will protect her family. More driven by action and faith, she instinctively stands between those she loves and any threat, ready to fight before thinking of herself. The story and all the characters ( apart Tirey'te) belongs to James Cameron.

When the RDA left Pandora the first time, they knew the moon itself was rejecting their human form. They have a backup plan, Avatar recon specialists, but their backup backup case is Wumei Sun. A human with kuru, a human who was made in a lab.

How would you react if you died, and then came back in the same life, continuing from where you left off? Or how would you react when your whole family moves places again and ends up in an untrusting, unwelcoming, and let's be honest, freezing to death environment? And what would you do, when you accidentally uncover your siblings' secrets that might hunt you forever? The Sully family doesn't have answers to that. But as always, they'll learn the ways... .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. I apologise if there are any grammatical or lexical mistakes, English isn't my first language! .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. A fanfiction of Avatar: The Way of Water, directed by James Cameron. It was inspired by Slavic, Central asian and Scandinavian cultures. The story is still under publishing! Expect more chapters very very soon!! <3 Freeze My Heart by ginasmoon ©

where spider is a girl and Tarsem have a crush on her and she have a crush on him.

After two years on Pandora, Y/n finally feels like she belongs. The Metkayina clan is her home, the ocean no longer feels unfamiliar, and for the first time since she quite literally dropped into this world, she's not just surviving-she's living. But of course... nothing ever stays peaceful for long. As the RDA grows bolder than ever, new challenges push Y/n further than ever before. Alongside her mate Neteyam, she must figure out how to survive what's coming-together. And when danger threatens someone she loves most, Y/n is faced with a choice she's already made once before. The problem? It's the same Na'vi she already saved. Because clearly, Eywa didn't get the hint the first time. Will she be able to save him again... or risk losing him for good? Because this time? It might just cost her everything. A second book of the series The Girl Who Woke On Pandora.

When the Sully family seeks refuge among the Metkayina, Neteyam never expects to find someone who truly understands him. Quiet, thoughtful, and often overlooked, Roa-daughter of Tonowari and Ronal-becomes his closest friend as danger begins to close in on Pandora. As war threatens everything they love, the two must navigate family, destiny, and a bond that may be stronger than the tides themselves.

A collection of poetic descriptions about my dystopian story. The actual story will be coming soon, but this collection of poems describe the characters and the world, leaving you with some context.

Before the fall of Hometree, you live a quiet life as a skilled young hunter, you are known for your steady aim and beautiful songcords, but haunted by a fear of not truly belonging. Then one reckless boy changes everything. After your arrow nearly hits Lo'ak, an unexpected connection sparks between you: tense at first, then warm, then impossible to ignore. Through hunts, clan gatherings, shared secrets, and quiet moments beneath the forest light, your paths slowly intertwine. A slow-burn Lo'ak x Reader romance about finding courage, finding belonging, and finding love in the heart of the Omatikaya rainforest.

In a world smoldering on the edge of ruin, where gods have faded into myth and fire's warmth is all but lost, one woman clings to a flicker of hope. Voriska, shrouded in mystery and burdened with a fading faith, faces a choice that could ignite a forgotten power-or consume what remains. Amid ash-choked skies and whispered legends, a man arrives, carrying a spark that may rekindle the dying light. Together, they must navigate shadows of betrayal, ancient forces, and the weight of gods long forgotten. The Crown of Cinders is a haunting tale of loss, redemption, and the fierce flame that endures when all else falls to ash.

AVATAR ⠀|⠀James Cameron. from. high ground comics to avatar: fire and ash.

She was different and she knew that. And even though she was tonowaris and Ronals adopted eldest daughter, she never felt truly metkayina. Different skin, different eyes and different strengths made her feel like a stranger in her own area. But that boy..that boy from the woods who had nothing himself, strangely enough had the ability to make her feel alive somehow.

ʟօ'ǟӄ ʝօɨռֆ ǟ ʄօʀɢօȶȶɛռ ƈʟǟռ օʄ քǟռɖօʀǟ, ǟ ɦǟȶɛʄʊʟ ƈʟǟռ. ǟ ƈʟǟռ ֆքօӄɛռ ɨռ ʍʏȶɦֆ ǟռɖ ֆȶօʀɨɛֆ ȶօ ֆƈǟʀɛ ƈɦɨʟɖʀɛռ ȶɦɛʏ ƈǟʟʟ ȶɦɛʍֆɛʟʋɛֆ ȶɦɛ ռɨɢɦȶ քɛօքʟɛ.

COMING SOON!

Eira is tall and lean, built for endurance rather than speed. Her skin carries the deeper blue of the forest Na'vi, dusted faintly with pale speckles that glow softly at night-subtle, never radiant. Her eyes are a muted gold, observant and unreadable, the kind that linger longer than they should. She rarely blinks when listening. Her hair is dark, worn in practical braids threaded with small leaves and bone beads-nothing decorative without purpose. The markings on her face and shoulders are restrained, painted only for ceremony or war. She moves quietly, deliberately, wasting no energy. Physically, she sits between worlds. Not as agile in the trees as full Omaticaya, not as fluid in water as Metkayina-but adaptable enough to survive both when she must. She favors a bow over close combat, precise and patient, striking only when certain. Personality-wise, Eira is calm to the point of discomfort. She does not speak much, and when she does, her words are direct. She does not argue. She does not boast. She listens, remembers, and acts. Her healer blood shows in how she treats wounds-with care, not pity-and how she accepts death without denial. She loved once. Deeply. Completely. After Neteyam's death, something in her closes-not cold, not cruel, just resolved. She does not seek comfort, nor does she offer explanations for her loyalty. She stays. She fights. She endures. Eira does not believe she is chosen. She believes she is responsible. And that belief makes her dangerous.

The Nav'i know the pink-skins have returned. Threat of war is amongst the people, and there is a choice that must be made. The choice between salvation or smoke.

I didn't see you before But I see you now Aounung x fem oc

In a kingdom where every soul is born tethered to a celestial beast, she came into the world unclaimed. Unwanted. Unworthy. Saphira Elion was supposed to die at birth - her heart silent, her bond absent. But when a dying dragon chooses her as its final host, she is resurrected... with fire in her lungs and vengeance in her blood. Thrust into the Aetherion Citadel, a sky-bound war academy built on ancient bones and older lies, she becomes the anomaly everyone wants erased - hunted by heirs, feared by beasts, and bound to a creature that should no longer exist. And then there's Commander Rhaziel Voren - the Citadel's dark heir, forged in loyalty and rage. His beast tried to kill her. His gaze tries harder. But something is breaking inside the Citadel. The celestial bonds are unraveling. The beasts are whispering. And deep beneath the academy, a buried god is stirring. She was never soulless. She is the lock to a door that should never be opened. And now the flames she carries will either burn the world clean - or reduce it to ash.

A story of two Navi that couldn't be any more different : he had everything to loose , and she had everything to win

Demons have always conquered the universe, taking over planets, and making the inhabitants to bend to their will, Zaeries will fall to the same fate, demons were created to destroy worlds! The demons are all but invincible, just like any living thing they can be killed! An effective but careless way to rule is through fear!