Avatar Korra Novels & Stories

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

Shaking, I gasp for breath. Kora, his mate, comes forward. She looks beautiful, wearing a traditional gown of Undersea royalty, silks woven in shades of green and blue with hints of red and brown, and a simple diadem of shells. In her hands, she is holding a garment similar to her own, only dyed in deep purple and belted in gold. Gently, she wraps it around me like a robe and my body slowly stops shaking. With Orion's help, I can stand, but only if I lean heavily on his arm.

“I’m tired of carrying things.” “You and me both.” The air between us stills, heavy with something unsaid. Korra exhales. “But now we know.” I glance at her. “Know what?” “That we were never broken.” We fall into silence again, but it feels different this time. Not heavy. Not sharp. Just real. Kita finds us an hour later. She’s in full armor now—long black steel, polished and marked with silver. She looks like a war general from another age.

It wasn't going to be one this time. Kira was the head warrior of the Blue Orchid Pack. Many thought that a female shouldn't be in this position. But that's how everything worked in her pack. Every pack member was given a position according to their skills and abilities. Every person received what they deserve; nothing less nothing more.

“You just need a little time.” Lira groaned. “Doubtful.” And then, just when she thought she might have a moment of peace, the devil herself arrived. Kora strolled over, looking as radiant as ever. Her hair was a messy tangle, her neck covered in unmistakable bite marks that only seemed to amplify her mischievous grin. The satisfaction radiated off her like an aura, and Lira could already feel her blood pressure rising. “Morning!” Kora chirped, completely unaware—or perhaps delightfully aware—of the hell she

“And who's this beauty?” She got up to her feet and gave him an elegant bow. “This is Kaira, my new advisor,” I said before she could respond. Then I turned to her, introducing, “And this is Korad, one of the greatest warriors I've ever met and one of the few survivors of the Great Battle.”

came his only reply and she mouthed a thank you before walking out of the office briskly lest he changed his mind. She kept drawing the length of her gown down as they walked into the hotel. Aurora was dressed in a pair of black short gown and she had a white wig on her hair while the make up on her face was heavy, right now she looked like a hot seductress who was going to be an interpreter. Why did Bigfoot make her do this anyways? She felt so lost and uncomfortable. “Hello” she greeted as she walked in front of the door, the guards standing there inspected her from head to toe before nodding and she entered inside and she wished she had not.

"I don't give a shit. She's mine, and you're not coming anywhere near her." The front door opened, and Alpha Morgan came out while putting on his leather jacket. Ava's father looked like a leader of a motorcycle gang, complete with the tattoos. It took a special kind of wolf to get those done. Human tattoos faded as they healed, but wolf tattoos had a kick to them. Alpha Morgan looked at Jared and then at him before he said, "Come on, kid. I have this urge to see Ava's coach." And leave those two alone? What if something happened? He looked back at the house.

Damn, I must be okay with this outfit. He calls me, and I go on stage. Raven was there, too. In a yellow dress that made Ukric's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. The old werewolf from yesterday tells me to come closer, and he ties my hand to Klaus's with a golden rope. Raven turns to Klaus and says: - Alpha, I leave my power as Luna in your hands so you can hand it over to your mate. She bows in reverence to the Alpha for the first time, going from the place that made her equal to the Alpha to one of submission.

This realm only has shifters, so naked seems to be a way of life. "You really don't like Uncle Ashrac?" Zara asks. I know it's not Zora because while they might be wearing identical shorts and shirts, I noted the different colored bows in their hair when they introduced themselves. I can't help wondering if their mom had to put dots on their feet when they were babies to tell them apart. I'm sure it was easier after their personalities came out but I'm having trouble with the boys; it's a shame they don't wear hair bows.