Cora San Novels & Stories

Especially Juniper and Ahlum when they said it. “That’s what Katastrofi is!?” Vera and Freya yelled at the same time, jaw dropped at the demon standing there. Unable to react properly, Tristan began to tell them about the demons. “Mhm. There are four corrupted demons- Katastrofi from Aziel. Delora from Yizar. The other two are unknown to the world.” Juniper and Ahlum exchanged nervous glances, certainly not wanting to tell them they have already met Delora. But those two demons were extremely powerful.

“Come to the cabin. Get warm. Get some food in the girl. Then we’ll talk about what you’re really running from, and who that word was for.” My breath caught. “What word?” “The one your fella flashed on the screen. ‘Swan.’ Saw it through my spotting scope. Good glass.” She turned and started walking down the road, not looking back, confident we would follow. We had no choice. The cabin was small, weathered, and utterly real. It smelled of woodsmoke, kerosene, and coffee. Cora busied herself making toast and opening a can of soup on a propane stove. She gave Keila a blanket and a curious, hand-carved wooden bear to hold. The normalcy of it was disorienting.

We pull away her hands, and Cora cradles her palms to her chest with a confused look on her face. “Did you feel that?” she asks curiously. I nod, “It’s nothing to worry about.” I shouldn’t have lied to her. Sparks don't happen unless you are in close proximity to your mate but it doesn't matter, Cora is my Luna after all. I hold her right palm again, this time around the tingling sparks are lighter and now tolerable. “This is a spoon and it’s used to take food like this and straight to your mouth without dropping a grain.”

"If you call him threatening to kill me then yeah, then I’ve been treated pretty well." He looked at Daniele cutting his eyes, now he knew he was in for a whole world of shit. He turned back to Cora a pretty sixteen year old girl, still in her school uniform he’d have to get her something more comfortable to wear after their confrontation. "So you know why you are here Cora?" "Apart from my death no." She said coldly. "You are not going to die. Daniele was joking. He seems to think it is funny telling everyone they are going to die. But, trust me you are not.’

"Send the file to my email." "Yes, sir, immediately," said Cora. "Oh, for the online meeting with a client from Brazil this afternoon, you will be accompanied by Sarena. I have to review the preparations for the project to open a housing complex in the south together with the operations division. Do you mind? Or do I need to exchange tasks with Sarena?"

Cora’s voice rang out, drawing his attention to the present again. "I'm sorry”, he smiled apologetically. “Did you say something?” “You were not listening to me.” Cora said flatly, her perfectly threaded brows lifting in surprise. “I’m sorry.” “Is something wrong? Is Nova OK, you said she was sleeping.” Cora leaned down to pick up her wine glass, pausing too long and baring her cleavage. Cal looked away. He felt nothing for this woman no matter what she wore or did. The fact that she had an identical face to his late wife’s was eerie enough to him and always sent a chill up his back.

“Elara caught Colin and that little fox shifter girl from the neighboring town behind the butcher’s shop. Naked, can you imagine?” My eyes widened, and I clapped a hand over my mouth. “No! Colin and… what’s her name again? The one with the red hair?” “Cora,” Greta supplied, nodding enthusiastically. “Yes, her! And you know Elara, she made such a fuss. Colin’s been banned from seeing Cora, of course, but I don’t think that’ll stop them. I heard they’re planning to run off together. Can you believe it?” I gasped, letting myself play into the theatrics of it. “No, really? Cora’s only just shifted for the first time, she’s barely more than a pup herself! What does she see in Colin?”

"The North prefers something... lighter. This tastes of earth and iron." "The South is a land of earth and iron, Killian," Elara replied without looking at him. She hadn't touched her own glass. "We don't have the luxury of 'light' things here. Everything we have is earned through fire." Across the table, Cora sat shrouded in a shawl of silver fox fur. She was uncharacteristically quiet, her eyes fixed on the servants moving rhythmically between the guests. Every time a servant approached Elara’s side, Cora’s fingers would twitch against the hidden vial beneath her shawl.

Even Steve and Isabella are still looking the same and their daughter, Jessica, has grown into a fine young woman. Our business has flourished so much and we have also had some grieving moments along the way like Cora's mum passing away twenty years ago. Her sister Cecil, got married to a Marine engineer and has relocated to San-Francisco. We still see her a few times but she talks to Cora a lot on the phone and via video calls. She is guessing what is keeping Cora so young when she is aging. Well, it's a secret no human will ever know. Cora might just be lucky to live for over five hundred years. I heard Sawyer had a son with Serena too. I think his name is Francis and well, Patty and Georg

Vandenberg continue to be on good terms, I could get Anna jealous without attempting or doing anything out of the ordinary which could ignite something between us again. “ Fine but just a few times and no more,” I ruled out. I detested Cora but of course, I wouldn't tell him that to his face. “ I'm glad you finally agreed to this,” I heard a petite voice - it was Cora. She smiled sheepishly at me but something about her was odd. She wore a white flowing beach gown and had a more mature demeanor than how I had known her. “ I'm sorry I overstepped my boundaries last time, it won't repeat itself. I'm truly sorry for what happened,” she bowed her head in apology.