Gora Novels & Stories

"And test this out on Pannera." ***

Kira asked, a dangerous, eager smile curving her lips. "We meet them at the Red Gorge," Elara said, tapping the narrow, crimson-rock canyon three miles east of the citadel. "The gorge is too narrow for three hundred shock troops to deploy in a wide wedge. They will be forced into a straight line, which concentrates the heat and static of their anchors into a single corridor." "And how do we counter the Null Anchors?" Theron asked. "If our soldiers approach, their minds will be battered by the static."

“Who are you meeting here? This place feels like such a strange spot for an appointment,” Gia said, noticing that they had stopped at a cemetery. At first glance, Gia thought the area was a tourist site because of its beautiful arrangement, which is comparable to Frogner Park in Oslo. She only realized it was a cemetery after reading the inscription on a stone monument that said Himmels Hörrkyrkogård (Heaven’s Door Cemetery). The memorial stood not far from where Raven had parked the car.

My brothers have left for a while to check on Angel and get a little rest and to not overwhelm the Alphas while they digest this loss. The two new Alphas sit down on the sofa and Alpha Jeremy sits in an armchair and then Leo and I sit on the two-seater seat opposite them. Alpha Demitri doesn’t look up. Leo looks like he wants to ask but at the same time doesn’t want to know the answer. “It is a young woman from the Blue Ridge pack. Her name is Greta Polanski. She was a tailoress. Not married and no children.” Alpha Jeremy tells us “Thank the goddess for small mercies” says Alpha Demetri. He looks like he’s holding back tears.

The border was marked by nothing more than a series of obsidian-colored monoliths, but to the nervous system, it was a cliff. Elias and Sarah Miller, along with their seven-year-old daughter, Mia, stood at the edge of the "Graft-Line" in the high desert of eastern Nevada. Behind them, the air was a soft, shimmering violet, thick with the scent of ozone and crushed herbs—the "Resonance" of the Sombra-Net. Ahead, the air was dry, dusty, and stubbornly clear.

Ga-chi. The grinding sound in my neck was a low-frequency groan. The city's mercury-veins functioned as my nervous system, and they were screaming. I felt the Unlearned in the lower galleries trying to stand. Marek, the Southern Alpha, hauled himself upward, his muscles bulging as gold static sparked through his fur. He made it three inches before the floor yanked him back down. The thud of his chest hitting the basalt vibrated through my own petrified ribs like a hammer strike.

A chain rattled softly. Her gaze snapped down. A metal cuff circled her ankle, tethered to a short length of chain bolted into the floor. "No..." She whispered, her breath trembling as she yanked at it, the iron biting into her skin, but it didn't budge. She pressed her palms to her temples, forcing herself to think. The Outlands. Erik said the Outlands was safe. A sanctuary beyond the North where no Lycan could cross, no Alpha's rule could reach. A place for the forgotten and for the free.

Cassandria POV. We drive to the secret location and we are silent. The bags were removed as soon as we got them both in the van. Anya is leaning her head on her mother’s shoulder and Katya is watching me. “Sign off.” I say through the earpiece and everyone does. “Report. Anything?” I ask again and I hear a voice in my ear. “Onryo, it’s Ghost. We have fanned out and one of mine has spotted four black SUV’s travelling at speed towards the village. What are the odds it’s him?” she says with a chuckle and I smirk.

Each of them carried weapons, not only swords, but also pistols, archers, and a stone flail that had spiked tips. A Lycan named Gora—is the youngest, around 17 years old, but look at his strength when he swings stone punches at the enemy, so beautiful and charming. Cia who was peeking from the window, couldn't help but feel normal. That's pretty good for a kid his age.

Grisha shot a mocking grin at Kaira, "Nevertheless, this situation is indeed hilarious… Kiara's Decker, a.k.a. Gray Athena of God's Heritage got shut down by a minor. If this wasn't a party thrown by Immortal Crawlers, this news would have turned into rumors already. Might have burned the entire world into ashes. " "Grisha Fowler. It's better if you wipe that smirk off of your face… or would you prefer I do that for you?" "Oh jeez! Did I just rub salt on the burns…" Grisha's grin grew wider, "I really did not mean to do that...friendo."