Body Korra Fan Art Novels & Stories

Slowly—because moving too fast might make her pounce—I turned on the stool. Kora stood in the arched doorway, arms folded beneath her chest, head tilted like she was studying something mildly disappointing. Her dark hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail, not a strand out of place. She wore black leather pants and a fitted crimson top that looked more like armor than clothing. Everything about her screamed predator playing at civility. I slid off the stool and dipped my head the smallest fraction. Respect without groveling. I’d learned that balance the hard way. “Miss Kora,” I said, keeping my voice even despite the way my pulse roared in my ears. “What are you doing here?”

Big mistake. Just like I’d seen with lady Piia and the girl, the two ladies next to Kora glowed a bright green light. And the blond was bright than the other one, almost a neon green. But Kora, oh my lord, Kora’s was a blue so deep, it was nearly black. it was a storm encased in human form, dark, unrestrained and oh so potent. I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my entire life! I stuck my questing fingers in my mouth quickly, biting down hard on them to stifle the urge bearing down on me.

she glanced back sharply, and then back at her, intently "But we need to get back to work, okay? The hard labor is better than the punishment, you know that. Do you want to get punished?" Korra weakly raised her head to stare at her friend, almost resignedly. Her lips trembled. Slowly, she moved her torn dress to the side, exposing a part of her legs. The girl's eyes followed her movements with furrowed brows. "What is that..?" She blinked, and gasped almost at the same time. And then, in a very low whisper, she asked, "Is that...Korra, is that blood?" Korra stifled a cry, but managed a small nod. And her friend almost fell on her back.

The engine cuts off, and for a heartbeat, no one moves. A hum in the distance. The faint rumble of wheels on gravel. My breath catches before I can stop. Then the door opens. And there she is. Korra steps out of the car like she owns the ground it pulls up on. She's dressed in all black, of course—clean lines, tailored fit, tactical but sleek. The sun catches on the shine of her black boots, her hair loose and wavy around her shoulders, flowing down to her back. It's glossy, thick and wild. Her tattoos peek from beneath the cuffs of her sleeves, curling down her fingers like inked armour.

She asked, her anger almost seeping out from her tone. “Nothing,” that wasn't even a lie. “I'm just amuses me how you thought you can get Killain without doing anything. You know that I'll always remain the one for him, I'll always be in his head and you'll be nothing but a pale comparison to me.” I couldn't help myself. I love Luca with everything in me but Killain…he'll always be a part of me with or without this mark. “You whore!” Korra yelled, unable to contain herself. The crowd gasped.

Kora was inconsolable, so distracted with keeping him alive that we almost didn’t make it to safety in time. Atremi must have given Kora enough space to continue working on her mate’s cage, because Orion looks…better. The fluid, which keeps bodies in stasis preserved for long periods, has been drained away somehow, and the signs of rot that had been present before have been soothed, his skin returning to its usual golden tan. His body is relaxed, his eyes closed and resting. “How is he?” I croak, as my body settles on the fabric surface of the cot.

she whispered, her voice shaky, and so were her hands. Kora's lips stretched. It felt good watching her. Her body was marked in love bites that Kora had inflicted, and now, watching her artwork, a certain feeling of satisfaction settled within her. "Why are you sorry? It was only a matter of time before something happened, and you know it." "But... you're engaged to marry and..." "And nothing," Kora said sternly. "Mia... look at me." She whispered, but Mia dared not. She bit her lips, her eyes pressed on the bedding.

He was a young child when he met her, but even as he grew up, she seemed immune to the passage of time. And while he understood that Vera was immortal, he also knew that she was not enlightened. Smiling with tears in his eyes, he explained, "I'm afraid she's not enlightened, but she could well be a living Bodhisattva, as she is both the paragon of mothers, teachers, and friends." Jeevika was left all the more confused, but considering that Korra was over 120 years old, he guessed that Korra was perhaps talking about a mother figure who saved his life during his formative years.

Ele'Anor greeted her warmly, and then Kor was introducing her to his father, a stocky dark blue man whose hair leaned more toward gray but whose smile was warm and welcoming. To her surprise, Diana enjoyed herself. Ele'Anor pestered her with questions about Earth and then regaled Diana with tales of Kor as a child. It seemed he'd had a fetish for being naked as a child, and his mother had documented his many streaking escapades. Kor took the teasing good-naturedly, his pose relaxed and his smile warm as it lingered on her. When the evening came to an end, Diana and Ele'Anor made plans to meet the following week. As they settled into the saucer to take them home, Kor pulled her onto his lap a

Not the clearing, not the oak, but something else entirely. Korran. He was moving through the northern woods, his form steady despite the wounds we had dealt him. Around him marched a smaller group, but there was nothing weak about them. They moved with precision, with purpose, and the air around them pulsed with controlled power. My breath caught as my gaze locked onto the crown. It was no longer fractured. It was not whole, but it was… repaired. And it was glowing again, stronger than before, feeding on something darker, something deeper.