Fanfiction Legend Of Korra 소설 & 이야기

He now stood victoriously atop his uncle's back, roaring like a tiny alpha. “You’ve raised a barbarian,” Gunner grunted good-naturedly. Tora sipped her water and shrugged. “He’s half wolf. Comes with the territory.” Cheyenne plopped down beside her, handing her a cupcake. “I swear Liora is part gremlin. She just tried to barter a juice box for someone’s soul.” “Her father’s daughter,” Tora said, eyes twinkling. “Hey now!” Jax called from where he was attempting to string glowing phoenix feathers across the canopy with Thorne and Tyler. “I heard that!”

Her sister is unbroken, but she is not unscathed. Not just physically. Kaida can smell it... Her sister has changed. Beneath the scent of captivity, she picks up something else... The scent of a Lycan. It clings to Korra’s skin, to her very essence. Kaida’s throat tightens. “Korra…” she murmurs, keeping her voice gentle. “You’re a Lycan now.” She says as she looks at her sister. A beat of silence passes. Korra lets out a light chuckle before looking down at Kaida. “So are you, it seems.” She answers.

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.

At first I was shocked but soon enough I couldn't help myself and reciprocated the kiss. " I don't know okay. I just know I'm drawn to you as much as I'm drawn to Leon and Layla. It is also in a legend written by my ancestors. ( There will come a queen to rule the three realms, she'll be mated to three, a witch,a vampire, a werewolve, together they'll bring piece and unity but not before chaos.)Also I can read thoughts."

Of the way she screamed. The witches listened without interruption, but the air in the room thickened with each word. When Lyra finished, Valea touched the center of the runic circle and closed her eyes. “There is an old legend,” she said slowly, “older than the kingdom, older even than the Lycans. A story whispered by the stars.” Kane stepped closer. “We’ve heard the stories. Of a Queen who rose in fire and fell with blood.”

She would break the belief and she knew exactly where to begin. Kaden. She could see he was almost falling apart with need from Cora. His arousal was clear. It showed in his skin. He was falling apart. She saw it in his red eyes. In his eye bags. His wolf was restless. His body was weak. He was starving for her. But the bond between Cora and Kieran made her untouchable. And Kaden. Kaden was losing control. Lyra smiled. Her tears dried. If Cora could break them both with one soft look then so could she. The only different was that she wouldn't do it by accident. She would do it with purpose.

I grab the book off the shelf and drop to the floor, right there in the aisle. My fingers tremble as I flip to the end. I already know what happens, but I can’t stop myself. Luke Thorne, the immortal hockey star. The one man who ever loved like he meant it. And the heroine fails him. I stare at the final panel, my tears dripping onto the page. “She let him die,” I whisper. My throat closes. “She let him die alone.” I press the book to my chest and sob, rocking back and forth like a child.

"That love is real, even if they are not blood." But even as she said it, I couldn't shake the feeling that nothing would ever be the same. The weight of truth had settled into my bones, changing me from the inside out. I was Calla Merrin, daughter of Mom and Dad. But I was also Calla, daughter of Isolde and someone named Korran, niece to a woman who could explain the voice in my head, cousin to a young man whose eyes could glow like a wolf's. And in less than a week, according to Anya, I would transform into something that shouldn't exist outside of fantasy novels.

“Like what?” “Oh…” She considered. “Different things like enhanced healing, rare wolves, stronger instincts.” She laughed softly. “And according to legends…” Her fingers brushed a dusty spine. “…some could even command fire.” Everything inside me stopped, I looked at her and she was still smiling, completely unaware that she had just stolen the air from my lungs. “Legends,” she repeated. “Nothing more.” I forced a laugh. “Good because it would be rather inconvenient.” “Very.” She studied me for a second. “You look pale.”