Adora She-ra Novels & Stories

She asked him instead. “I’ll find my fellow mermen here.” “Suit yourself.” She said. “Just take care of Yntreia. I’ll see you later.” She followed Margarette as they went through the thick crowd. She saw a lavishly dressed Kapre smoking his famously favored tobacco. There were also heavily armored Dwarves, having a contest in arm wrestling. She caught glimpse of some winged women called Harpies, circling above ground. They kept on going until they reached the Virsathen’s tree trunk.

She’s my Luna, given to me by the Moon Goddess, but she just isn’t her. I sit in the tall grass and let my head hang back, closing my eyes against the bright sun. Sasha Harris is the most beautiful she-wolf I’ve ever seen in my life. She’s 5’8 with a rich brown skin tone. She trains with the warriors, and it shows in her body shape. She has a nice-sized chest and a plump ass. She has light brown eyes you can’t help but get lost in. Her lips are thick and pouty.

Darius moved beside me, his hand sliding toward the weapon hidden beneath his jacket. Reed noticed. So did Zariah. “Don’t,” she snapped. Her voice shook, but she still stepped slightly in front of Reed like she had any business protecting anyone right now. My jaw clenched. “Move, Zariah.” “No.” One word. No fear. No hesitation. She was either brave or reckless. Probably both. Reed slowly lifted his hands. “I’m not here to hurt her.” I let out a humorless laugh. “That’s usually what people say right before they try.”

However, again, I almost screamed the second time when she suddenly spoke. "I am Orora. One of Diana's daughters!" One of what?! Who?! "Wait! Are you referring to our creator, goddess Diana?!" "Yes! Shiva, too!" "Shiva?! As in Jaque Davis?! She, too?!" No way!

The warriors shielded their eyes from the blinding light. From the flames, a figure stepped forward. It was Corin. And yet it was not. A pulsing gold and red aura surrounded her body. Her eyes were no longer human. They were two burning suns. Her clothes hung in torn pieces. Her skin was covered in ash. But her posture… a goddess stood before us above the ashes. The fire did not harm her. It danced around her fingers like a loyal servant.

*Fast forward* We're now walking and continuing our mission. While walking we felt something strange around. We formed into cricle and prepared ourselves and stayed alert. We were surprised when a woman suddenly appeared in front of us. "I'm Sahara the guardian of this forest. What do you need?" The woman said. We all looked at each other before we answered the woman's question. "We have a mission, we are looking for the sword of lord hades and the kantar gem" Anica answered.

She felt even more excited. Throughout her life, only now did she have the courage to show her stepbrother’s conversational behavior. Before, fear dominates her because of the father's perceived affection for Olivia Wines' children. But now she was free to play with the emotions of poor Felix. She knew by showing a kind of courage in front of him, he could not even think that he could defeat her. Also, she had to use being Siren Mendez so that, she can could make Felix stand on his feet and should think twice about opposing her. No way she would allow him! However, she had to refrain herself from thinking such things right now. She came here not to chit-chat with this hotheaded donkey standi

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

She was supposed to be my best friend after mom, right? "Aunt-" I ventured to say but I was cut off as she came after me with lightning speed and I jumped to hide behind a tree. She was armed with arrows and was kind of looked like the archers in all these ancient kingdoms. At least that's the impression the movies create but that wasn't the point. What mattered was that she had just pulled out an arrow and aimed it at me when I attempted to leave my hiding place. I ducked just in time otherwise that arrow would have hit my head. "Why are you doing this?" I asked her.

I looked away, trying to focus on the flickering candlelight. "Do you like what you see, Rune?" I was startled to hear a voice from the corner and turned to find Yara, the pack's wise healer, watching me with a knowing, almost motherly smile. "What can I do for you, Yara?" I asked, my tone sharper than I intended, irritated that she had caught me staring after my second-in-command. "Carmen is a beautiful woman," Yara noted, stepping into the light. "Strong, determined, and fiercely loyal to you. Are you truly certain you wouldn't rather have her than this 'Sara' girl from the Twilight Zone? A ghost from a dead pack?"