Kara Danvers Novels & Stories

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte

V. Nothing went as planned with Karla. She was not like any woman Killian had ever met. She had different personalities and displayed each of them so well that one could hardly believe she was the same character. At first, she was a stripper who danced and slept with men for her keep, but now she looked so timid and innocent that all he wanted was to protect her.

Aside from that, and thankfully not being obliged to excuse herself, the evening proceeded in much the same fashion as the last. There was one more added bonus of getting to see Kara dance. It was, like the rest of her, strange in a perfectly wonderful way. She had an unusual style. Sometimes she would mover her whole body in impossible, serpentine, and achingly slow ways. At other times she would seem to make a game of holding perfectly still while just her hips and stomach were manipulated sharply and precisely, showing off her immaculate control.

Kara nodded, looking at the dress longingly. As it turned out, Kara turned out to be the moon goddesses and sun god’s daughter. Helios had taken her and used their father as his vessel, so she was transported here on earth and ended up with Aurora for a sister. As an omega, she is naturally more reserved and subservient to her mate, but Aurora likes to remind her often that as a goddess, she is more powerful than anyone else. I think she is still taking some time to get used to the idea. Who can blame her? Kara takes the bag and dips into the bathroom to change as Aurora whirls on me.

Kara was like a washed-up version of Jesse in looks, and in personality… Well, Kara was a doormat, while Jesse was assertive. When Derrick tried to touch her, I wondered if she was going to deck him again, because she looked ready. Before Derrick went to her, I observed her as she walked around the room and talked to people, and I’ve never seen Kara like that. Kara would much rather perch herself in the corner of a room and talk with her close friends than mingle, even after she got her first job, but Jesse didn’t do that. She was quite extroverted.

I for a fact knows that I'm no where near a model, I might not be fat but that doesn't qualify me for a model. "Meet Ava, My brother's financee." Kara chirped sharply. "Dante's getting married." She sounds and look pain, like someone whose heart just got broke. I frowned, is there something I'm missing on here? "Oh goodness no, not your Man silly," Kara exclaimed as she threw her head back and laughs, The girl blush deeply slightly hiding her face behind her curtain hair. I crock an eyebrow at none of them in particular, more to myself. "Dario then?" Her voice was back to normal and relax

K didn't leave and that's all that was what's important "Hi," K greeted with an inviting smile, already stepping towards him. She looked sexy in her black leather mini skirt and striped black and white shirt. She paired it with an army green parka and low cut Vans sneakers. She kind of reminded Jesse of Nancy Spungen's infamous black and white photo - the one that was taken by Mary Ellen Mark. "Hi," he greeted back, feigning to sound remote and detached. He didn't want to look like he was so desperate over her. He wanted to act chill. Like he would do without her.

“Similar to Charles.” A loud noise from above interrupted us. Ethan and Cleff were the first to run. I pursued. We arrived at the top landing right as Kara came out of a concealed stairwell. Behind her—bound and bleeding—was Charles. And trailing behind him… Her. High. Royal. Eyes resembling frosted glass. Kara's mom. The spirit came back. “Mr. Davis,” she remarked with a gentle, poison-tinged smile. “We need to make up for lost time.”

But Kara was unbothered. "Carl may be the most playful among us but he is still a Petrov, Kara. I have never seen him so dedicated until you happened" Denver spoke without taking his gaze away from Samuel and Kamilla. "Carl could not change his past, but a Petrov heart will only belong to one woman. You already know who Carl's heart belongs to," Denver said, smiling at her. Kara remained quiet, pondering at what Denver said. She chose not to respond as she directed her attention at the spectacle that is still drawing the crowd.

“What kind of stories?” “About Duncan,” she answered. “About the way he’s acting now. He’s… not himself anymore.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” Kara looked down again, picking at a loose string on her sleeve. Her fingers moved slowly, like she was trying to choose her words carefully. “He used to be sharp, strict, but in control. That’s not the case anymore. He’s unpredictable now. He makes strange choices. One moment he’s calm, the next he lashes out. People are starting to notice. They’re worried.”