Kara Danvers Lena Luthor Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I’m not laughing at you. Well, at least not entirely. I just think it funny that Lena is still as devious as she always used to be. Let me guess, she is the one responsible for that outburst of yours.” From Karken’ tone, it seems like Lena’s deceitful ways are very well known and I fear that he might laugh at me again if I admit that I fell for her game so easily, so I consider lying. But seeing that I cannot afford to not be open, I change my mind and nod my head yes. “She told me to ask Alden about Caroline.” “And I suppose now that you and Alden are estranged, she has her own choice of who ought to be his mate,” he says casually.

With a snarl so deep it vibrates through the floor, Kieran jerks. Lena doesn't have the time to react or scream as Kieran's fingers tightly wrap around her throat and slam her hard against the nearest wall. Her breath leaves her in one sharp gasp. She stares into his glowing amber eyes that are wild and animalistic, with fear grasping every nerve in her body. “Don’t touch me!” He roars, his body shaking. “You are not mate!” Her eyes go wide, like they are about to pop out of her socket, her hands flying up to wrap around his wrist, but Kieran only tightens his grip. “Kieran, it’s me—Lena—” she chokes out, her face going pale.

She knew she was smart and would manoeuvre her answer if Darian asked her. "I told him we went to get something. Don't worry, he didn't dwell too much on that, he was dead worried about you. That man is madly in love with you, Lena. You need no soothsayer to tell you that." She fanned herself, crossing her legs on top of each other. She had changed her clothes into one of Lena's pyjamas; they were the same size and wore the same sizes of clothes—more reason they valued their friendship. "I was scared though," Lena ignored Lisa's talks about Darian. "But I knew he would come for me, he always does. He's my knight in shining armour, I wouldn't have wished for anyone better." She blushed, huggi

Sarah warned, her voice thick with menace. Lena’s breath caught, but she squared her shoulders. “Let me be clear. I’m the one he loves. You’re just here for the show.” “That title is temporary,” she hissed. “You don’t deserve it, and you never will.” Sarah’s gaze was unyielding, unwavering. “Lena, if you’re so sure, try earning the title of Mrs. Luthor.” The air crackled with tension, each word a weapon, every glance a silent battle. Neither woman backed down, their confrontation echoing like a war cry in the charged silence that followed.

"Yeah. I think all this is getting to my head. She... I felt like... It was an awful experience. I hated it." He moved uncomfortably. "Why?" "I was in a frozen forest. There was... a dead body, and... a man that I suppose had betrayed me in the dream. I was Athelia, and I was dying. The lower half of her--my body was torn apart. Can gods even feel that kind of stuff? It felt real. Terrifying. I think she hates herself." His frown deepened. "Lena," he started. It made me instantly worried. "What?"

he said, “a blinding silver light was seen in the forest. Wolves said it felt like the moon itself was shaking.” A strange pulse hit my chest. Like my heart wanted to break free. Draven finished softly, “Maybe that girl wasn’t lying. Maybe she’s the missing part of your story.” Before I could answer, the scent of lavender drifted in. Lena. The door opened without hesitation. She stepped inside gracefully, smiling the way she always did—soft, warm, gentle… but somehow sharper underneath. “Draven,” she said sweetly, “could you give us a moment?” He looked between us, clearly unhappy, but bowed.

He’d fix it tomorrow, take all the lamps he’d blindly smashed outside to the trash where Martin wouldn’t see them. Then they’d have breakfast, the good dino-shaped cereal that Martin liked, or maybe the train shop on Caldwell if he could swing it. He’d make it right. He always made it right with his brother. But he couldn’t concentrate long enough to think about Martin before his head inevitably swung back to Lena. Right now, infuriatingly, insanely, against every single thing he wanted, he could only think about her. Lena Hartwell and her pulse hammering in sync with his own. Lena Hartwell, shaking like a leaf but not backing down from a fight, defending her father’s honour.

All I wanted to do was sleep and realise this was a dream and that none of it really happened. Lilith sighed. “Kara was my mate—” Zane's face fell.“You're gay?” “Doesn't matter,” Lilith shunned. “This is a talk between sisters.” “Go on,” I urged. “Kara was my mate but she was cast out of Blue Moon so she sought refuge in Red Moon. The only way we communicated was through writing letters. One day she wrote to me saying the girl that looked just like me kept whispering my name and writing my name on the walls. I hated you the minute I knew you were still alive. Yes, I've always hated you but I hate you more now and I want your powers. Actually I wanted you dead. So I decided to carry out the p

I inquired. Lena nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I want to reject him." "Why?" I pressed. "I love you, Nathaniel," Lena declared. "You're my priority. I care for you." I shook my head, empathy warring with firmness. "I don't love you, Lena. I see you as a sister. I love Katherine..." Lena cut me off, her voice screaming. "Katherine has moved on! The goddess gave her a second chance mate!"

Lena quickly replied with a thumbs-up emoji and added a line: [Husbands should all be like Young Master Hart. Her words made Keira laugh. [Am I detecting a hint of jealousy?] Lena: [No, absolutely not. I’ll never find a man in this lifetime.] Keira: [???] Lena: [There aren’t many men worth trusting.]