Korra / Avatar Novels & Stories

Roy said to Maya as he looked at him with blank eyes. " Come In this jar and come out of here, with me, " She said as he turned himself into the fog before taking the shape of the tornado; maya was sacred for a second but then she knew this was her Roy, he can never hurt her. He got himself in the jar; ' Move ' the words formed on the surface of the jar; Maya balanced her trembling self as she sneaked out of the campus, entering the house she went straight to the bedroom to check if Ash was awake by any chance but he was not.

My gaze darted to the mark on his neck and my heart hammered in my chest. That happened? It did. Are you— —your wolf? Yes. My name is— —Adea. I know. I’ve known you since you were a little girl. I’m Korra. It’s nice to meet you Korra. Likewise. He was amazing. He was… What are you going to do now? What do you mean? He’s not our mate. I know… but… it isn’t odd for wolves to take a chosen. And if you meet your Goddess-chosen mate?

As the night shifted to day, then became dark once more, I tried to think of ways to use my abilities without causing myself to sleep for days after. “Your Majesty, you need to rest,” Valerie’s face reflected my own internal worry. “The twins need you to be healthy.” I nodded in agreement, “Aura rest.” I watched her expression. I lay my head gently on the blanket. At least I could rest for my pups. I don’t remember falling asleep. I dreamed of a beautiful woman, she had long white hair which matched the color of the moon, and her eyes were as blue as pools of water. She wore a long light blue gown that reminded me of something the Romans would have worn. She was truly beautiful. She didn’t s

She wore leather armor that looked like it was made of dragon scales, and her eyes were a piercing, neon amber, the exact shade Kaelen’s used to be. ​"Who are you?" Kaelen demanded, stepping in front of Sierra. ​The woman looked at Kaelen with a mixture of contempt and curiosity. She looked at his human hands, his aging face. Then she looked at the triplets. ​"My name is Cora," she said. "And I am the Alpha of the Silverwood, from the timeline where you didn't fail, Kaelen Vane. I am the wolf you threw away to save these… half-breeds.”

Only weariness. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said quietly. “You shouldn’t be anywhere,” I replied. He smiled faintly. “You still have your fire. That’s good.” “This isn’t about fire,” I said. “It’s about ending this. For both of us.” Aaron tilted his head, studying me. “You think you can end it? Do you even understand what you are, Kora?” “Enlighten me.” He stepped closer. “You’re not just a vessel for flame. You’re the bridge between realms. The last anchor between what lives and what refuses to die.”

I couldn’t bear to see another wolf or human right now. “I can hear your eyes twitch.” The voice was so deep and close that I stopped breathing, then a chuckle came after. “Breathe Avara. Don’t die.” Avara. It sounded so good on his tongue. My heart fluttered for some reason and I couldn’t stop it, it had a mind of its own. On cue, I relaxed, taking small breaths at a time. “That’s it. You’re doing well,” The tips of his fingers traced my skin and it almost made me hitch my chest but I ended up bringing out shaky breaths. I felt a small dip beside the bed and soon, I could feel someone looming over me.

Shaking, I gasp for breath. Kora, his mate, comes forward. She looks beautiful, wearing a traditional gown of Undersea royalty, silks woven in shades of green and blue with hints of red and brown, and a simple diadem of shells. In her hands, she is holding a garment similar to her own, only dyed in deep purple and belted in gold. Gently, she wraps it around me like a robe and my body slowly stops shaking. With Orion's help, I can stand, but only if I lean heavily on his arm.

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

Had they killed all the Omegas this time? He shoved open the training room door and then stopped in his tracks. There were injured and lifeless wolves all over the floor. Blood everywhere. Carnage. And right in the middle of it was the other half of him. The woman that the Moon Goddess had tied to him for better or worse. Ava. She was huge, black and beautiful. Blood dripped from her fangs, and her fur was soaked with it. She turned to face him and lowered her head. She showed her bloody fangs in a snarl that made the hair on his arms rise.

“Because of you, Andrea’s parents are ready to disown her! They didn’t want her mating with Joshua because they were afraid they’d end up with something like you.” Ava flinched as Kora’s words cut deep. “You’re nothing but a mistake,” Kora hissed, shoving Ava backward. Her basket fell to the ground, scattering its contents. “Kora, stop,” Ava pleaded, but her voice broke. Kora slapped her hard across the face. “You don’t deserve to be part of this pack,” she said, her voice filled with venom. “You’re a curse, and your entire family is paying for it!”