Cora From Tron: Legacy Novels & Stories

She wore leather armor that looked like it was made of dragon scales, and her eyes were a piercing, neon amber, the exact shade Kaelen’s used to be. ​"Who are you?" Kaelen demanded, stepping in front of Sierra. ​The woman looked at Kaelen with a mixture of contempt and curiosity. She looked at his human hands, his aging face. Then she looked at the triplets. ​"My name is Cora," she said. "And I am the Alpha of the Silverwood, from the timeline where you didn't fail, Kaelen Vane. I am the wolf you threw away to save these… half-breeds.”

He hadn’t just dodged a bully; he had moved with a mechanical, ancestral efficiency that defied his human bloodline. Before I could reach for him, a shadow fell over the pit. “Silas!” The voice was a jagged blade, cutting through the heavy tension of the arena. I turned to see Cora standing at the top of the stone tiers, her face deathly pale against the dark grey of her coat. Marcus stood a few steps behind her, looking as though he had just been whipped. She didn’t wait for permission. She didn’t care about the hierarchy or the fact that she was a human in a room full of apex predators. She scrambled down the stone steps with a frantic, desperate energy, her boots skidding on the dust unti

I keep waiting for the moment when she loses what’s left, when her finally shred of dignity peels away, and nothing remains but her pain. Because Kora is descended from Tritus the Mad, a dragon so insane that he gleefully dissected an entire race of dragons just to see how their brains worked. This same man created giant mechanisms and placed them under his own castles for defense, worried about an enemy that didn’t exist. He also gave his favorite daughter up to be tortured and imprisoned for decades to win imperial favor, that same daughter who is now fighting so hard to not follow in his footsteps even as her trauma threatens her daily.

You’re their star, Lila—draw, shine, watch! Elder Cora sat on a woven mat near the fire, silver braids loose, woven with jasmine, cloak folded, obsidian amulet clutched, its crescent moon pulsing faintly, a warning hum under her trembling fingers. Her lined face was calm, gray eyes clouded, visions of ash and bone flickering, her strength unwavering. Mist, her wolf, whispered, ethereal, tense, tail curling, her misty form barely visible in the firelight. They’re yours, my heart—guide, warn, stand!

I could not dodge in time, and the arrows hit me. I let out a cry of pain and fell to the ground. "Ah, my dear Dominik. I really wish that things would not be like this, but I really am left with no choice," Cora said as she walked up to me. She crouched down in front of me, a smile on her plump lips. I looked up at her with haggard breath. "Who exactly are you?" She chuckled. "I am not from this realm, and I am not Carlo's daughter. That is all that you need to know."

Taylor can't see why she was excited for this night to come. Suddenly Cora emerges over the stone wall and shifts into her human form. She rushes to Taylor's side naked and crouches down beside her. Dom, Giulia, and Alessia all sigh a breath of relief at the sight of The Oracle. If anything does go wrong at least the bridge to the creator is here. "Oh sweet one, I am sorry I am so late. I took a brief nap and I slept longer than I intended. I wanted to be fresh for your shift," Cora says tenderly, and Taylor gives her a painful nod paired with a closed-lip smile.