Kara Danvers Novels & Stories

Kara cried uncontrollably. Damon and I exchanged a few glances, different thoughts running through my mind, I had no idea how to feel about it. Kara has done a lot, caused a lot of pain to people around her, me, Caleb, Damon, Rowland, Diego, she disrespected my mom and even hurt Evelyn indirectly. And today she was in pain coming to the same person whom she has inflicted the most pain on. I held back my tears, trying hard not to cry, but seeing her this way, just wasn't pleasant.

KARA “Who is she?” Delilah’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. She stood at the entrance of the training grounds, arms crossed, eyes burning with something between rage and disbelief. She was one of the most respected members of the pack—and the most relentless when it came to Zarek. Zarek barely spared her a glance. “She is Kara.” Delilah’s expression twisted, and before he could say anything else, she stepped forward, her voice sharp.

Names, numbers, curses—all ghosts of those who never made it out. I wasn’t going to be one of them. I was bigger than all that. But the universe clearly hated me, because that was exactly when trouble walked in. “Still pretending to be quiet, princess?” drawled Kara, my cellmate and a complete nightmare of a woman. She was tall, broad-shouldered, and had scars across her jaw that made her look like she chewed rocks for breakfast. She was smirking again, her eyes glinting with mischief. I didn’t respond. I’d learned that silence was my best weapon. But Kara thrived on chaos. She always did.

She held Maren for thirty seconds and then had to give her back because the crying was making her shake and she did not trust herself with the shaking. Then she composed herself in approximately forty-five seconds, which was a personal record. Then she held Maren again. "Hello," she said. "I'm Kara. I am going to be I'm going to be the person who tells you all the good stories. All the ones your father won't tell because they make him look undignified." She looked at me. "I have material." "I know you do," I said. "So much material," she said. "Entry sixty-four, subheading B," Mila said. "Kara immediately begins collecting material."

The female wolf from the fight limps behind them, still bleeding from her ribs. "This is Kara," Marcus says, gesturing to her. "My second-in-command and the reason half these idiots are still alive." Kara shifts back to human form properly now, pulling on clothes from a nearby shelter. She's around twenty-five in human years, with short dark hair and a scar running from her eyebrow to her jaw. When she looks at Stark, her expression is pure disdain. "The vampire prince," she says, making it sound like an insult. "How wonderful. Another entitled royal slumming it with the peasants."

"How dare you curse my granddaughter-in-law like that? Do you really know her?" The woman stared wide-eyed at Diana. "Granddaughter-in-law?" "If you don't understand anything, it's better to just shut up. What good is it for you to be incited by the news?" The woman started to step back. However, Diana grabbed her by the sleeve. "Kara is soft-hearted and merciful. She likes peace. She is even willing to take the blame to avoid conflict. You are accusing her of seeking sensation, of causing trouble, huh? How dare you?"

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

Jake Carson God! This woman is going to be the death of me. Never in my life have I expressed my anger by dominating a woman but Danika is making me. How have I let a woman get under my skin so much? I am not going to lie, I have worked for a lot of beautiful women as a bodyguard, they used to hit on me, constantly. But I never gave into such urges, I would always be professional. But Danika. Fuck! What am I doing?

’’ Kara spat. She powered on her car before easing the car into the highway. She had felt really good dealing with the mistake of a man. Now, all she had to do was look for something, an activity that could calm her heart down and the best thing she could do now was to get thorougly fucked. Kara got to the club soon and was quite glad that they hadn’t closed. She got into several shouts of greetings from some of the people who knew her. ‘’Diabla.’’ The bartender greeted her warmly.

I ask. "You so want to get laid tonight," she teasing, wiggling her eyebrows at my reflection; the red stilettos and lip stick making a clear statement. I just roll my eyes, giving her a wink. We laugh and walk out towards the kitchen. Dan changed into dark khaki pants that hug the muscles in his thighs, and a white V-neck t-shirt that clings to his torso. He has a black leather jacket slung over his shoulder. I bite my bottom lip, heat rising to my face as his eyes instantly travel down my body, lingering on my bare legs.