Cora San Novels & Stories

She could not comprehend the fact that there would be a person on Earth who had never heard of the Celestial Walker Organization. Lucas did not wish to continue muttering gibberish with Cora. He looked at the latter and asked, "Don't tell me that you came all the way here just to sneak a peek of me bathing?" Cora's fair face immediately became scarlet after she heard it, looking just like a fully ripened apple, very seducing to those who saw her. "I'm not here to sneak a peek at you bathing. I'm here to look for the shocking treasure," said Cora.

Cora. She stood tall, seemingly untouched by the chaos around her. Her posture was confident, almost mocking, as she watched the carnage unfold below. A cold smirk played on her lips, and it was clear that she had been orchestrating this whole thing from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal herself. Norwan clenched his fists, a fierce anger building within him. He knew the danger Cora posed, but seeing her like this—standing above it all, so sure of her victory—was maddening.

I hear Justin say, his voice rough around the edges. I meet his gaze for a moment and try to hide my smile. “Good morning. I’m so glad we got some sun for today,” Cora chirps, looking ready to hit the beach in her sundress with the straps of her swimsuit showing underneath. “I think it will be good for everyone to get out,” I agree, but Justin says nothing. “Except for Peter.” Cora leans in close. “I brought the SPF 100 for him.” “Do they make 100?” I laugh.

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

" A tall young brunette lady of about 18 years with moss green eyes and an hourglass shape steeped in. Her hair was neatly packed into a ponytail, and her uniform was well-ironed and neat. "Greetings Luna," she said with a slight bow. "I'm Cora, I'm your handmaiden." She introduced herself. "Hello Cora, it's nice to meet you," I replied smiling at her as I noticed how tense she was. She smiled weakly at me but was no longer as tense as she was when she walked in. "I'd go prepare your bath," she said. I simply nodded at her, giving her approval. She dropped the peach-long flowing gown she was holding on the bed and headed to the bathroom.

I swallowed, knowing fully well that there was more to this than the eye met. “Who is, Cora?” Daniel’s expression suddenly went grim, and his eyes darkened. His sudden change in demeanor sent a chill running up my spine. The air suddenly felt chilly and dense as tension became high. “Remember how I said that I was not from this realm?” I nodded slowly, curious on where he was going with this. “Cora is not from this realm either.” My eyes widened and my mouth fell open. Cora was a being from another realm. The realisation shook my whole foundation, everything I thought I knew.

"Get your peasant food off of the table." Cora sneered at me. Cora was the daughter of one of Lionel's elders. She was tall and thin with long red hair that went almost to her waist. Her eyes were an icy cold blue. She walked around the house as if she owned it. And she did not seem to like me. Which was fair enough, because I didn’t care for her either. “Excuse me?” I asked, blinking at her. “Your peasant food. Get rid of it.” Cora insisted.

She says smoothly, biting her finger. Malachi darts his eyes from me to Cora. "I'm standing right here! Can you stop talking about me," He frowns. "Who the hell are you?" He demands giving her a death stare. Cora seems taken back and annoyed when Malachi shows no interest in her. "I'm Cora, as I already told your friend here. I am looking for someone you may know. His name is Cypress," She announces, looking at both of us. "Why are you looking for Cypress?" I question, narrowing my eyes. "Let's just say he owes me a favor," She vaguely says.

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

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.