Avatar Korra Book Novels & Stories

“I heard that!” “Good!” Tora yelled back, grinning. The babies—no, toddlers now—were wild and bright and already walking with the bold confidence of tiny demigods. Liora had a flame-shaped curl always falling across her forehead and a mischievous glint in her golden eyes. Kael had his dad’s stormy glare and his mom’s uncanny ability to make grown warriors drop to their knees with a single whimper. And somehow, they were already speaking. Sort of.

"Thank you for your encouragement, big brother." My heart glowed warmly at the goofy smile he got on his face at the endearment I used to call him when we were younger. Breaking into the moment, the door behind him opened, and Tohr took up the empty space the wood had left. At the sight of him, the heat that was simmering in my stomach began to rise. Instead of the silk puffed leggings I had gotten used to seeing him in, he wore tight black leather pants with a crisscross leather strip tying the front together. They would have seemed pretentious on any guy back on Earth. However, on the King of the Golden Dragons, it was hard to pull my eyes away from. I grew hotter and wetter as I imagined

Their boldness incinerated them, and the Lycans’ search for the hunters finally yielded results, and that tethered the line of piece. The door was pushed open, and Kiara inhaled sharply as she pushed away the book. The writer, Alpha Kratos, wrote with too much honesty. His words sound so sincere yet it goes against everything she has been taught about Lycans. “Here you go,” Devon muttered, placing the tray of food on her laps. Kiara stared at the dishes with blank eyes and Devon frowned. “Do you not like the dishes?” “Why do you believe the things written in that book and why do you protect the book so much?”

His blue flames enveloped us, and my first instinct was to fight it. My own blue flames appeared in my hands as I grabbed his arms. “Stóðva.” I clenched my eyes shut as Kiran tried to enter my mind. Jessica was behind me, and she placed her hands on the back of my head. “Submit yourself.” I could feel Kiran’s magic pushing harder against my own. “Stóðva!” I tried to fight them both off at the same time, but they kept pushing. “Kai!” Kari screamed, and I saw Adara pushing her further away from me. “What are you doing to him?”

However, all he did was just smirk at me evilly. He was a heartless ma, and I knew it. "Oh! Little Karima," he said tracing my jaw with his thumb like a psychopath, I whimpered knowing whatever he is planning to do isn't good. "This time, only pleasure no beatings, I swear." He whispered again, I felt sick I wanted to throw up all over him. A look of terror passed through me, what does he mean? Ya Allah, please save me from this sick bastard. "I swear I will be on my best behaviour, please Uncle, I am begging you," My eyes stung at my own words as tears threatened to fall.

Taking another look at the door I forced my feet to edge closer, breathing becoming louder as I moved closer, keeping my gaze on the figure, managing to make out long fluffy hair as the glow grew brighter. I began to get more uncomfortable as I edged closer, something familiar and ultimately more worrying registering in my mind as the sickening feeling that I knew who this was pounced on me, her face coming into view. "Kaya!" I screeched before clasping a hand over my mouth. I took no time to rush over to her, my face falling when I saw her unconscious position, a glowing dragon on her shoulder like before, Azians mark of-course. From the sound of her breathing I knew she was alive, probably

When she can't stop them from fighting, Mother Tree decided to create the most powerful Alpha that will control the four clans. Mother Tree send the message to the four clan, she uses her power to invite the four leader of Alpha's. The leader of the Red Eyes were named Imre. Imre read the message from Mother Tree through the use of the projector that he needed to go to the Sanctuary of Life. He was at the meeting that time but he've got to glance at the projector and saw the message. He was the only one that can read those message and upon reading the message he immediately stands up and leave.

The baby was me. The picture was probably taken before my mother abandoned me. There were books too, small spell books, bound with leather, their pages lined with markings I didn’t quite understand. A larger book sat beneath them. It looked way heavier and then, a folded note. My hands shook as I reached for it. The paper was soft from age, but when I opened it, the words were still clear and readable. “My Zora,

I put on the simple dress that Alma handed to me. When I go back to the kitchen, the pack warriors are standing in the kitchen with their stern faces on me. “Luna Aria wants to see you,” one of them reports. I nod and follow them as they take me to her room for talks. Luna Aria is pouring herself s cup of tea when I come inside her room. “Go ahead and sit down, Cora,” she offers once I come in. “Thank you, mother… Luna Aria,” I correct myself.

~Akara It looks more frightening than I could have ever imagined. It stands tall, scorpion like in it's appearance, with glossy white scales like ice. It has no eyes...In fact, it doesn't have a distinguishable face. But it doesn't need to have massive fangs and a drooling mouth to be terrifying. It's large tall curled up over it, with pincers that have Tai's unconscious body snagged around them. There are no thoughts in my head as I start trudging through the snow toward it. I don't get very far, as a hand comes out to grasp my arm, yanking me back curtly.