Korra Book Novels & Stories

That surprised her more than anything. The corridor felt different this morning, longer somehow, every closed door she passed suddenly heavy with the possibility of secrets she hadn't known to look for a week ago. She'd spent the last nine days thinking of herself as collateral, a debt with a face, something simple enough to understand even if it wasn't fair. The idea that there might be something older underneath all of it, something reaching back into her own childhood, made the whole house feel unsteady under her feet. His study door was open when she reached it, and he was already on the phone, pacing the length of the room with the kind of tightly wound energy she'd only seen from him o

It wouldn’t hurt to just spend a little more time with her. A smile formed on my lips as I swung the door open. My eyes immediately caught sight of Korra—half-dressed. Her breasts perked up against her sexy lace bra. My jaw dropped to the floor as I froze in my tracks. "Oh my God!" Korra exclaimed, hurriedly grabbing her shirt to cover herself.

He then bowed to Jarob and walked away. The snow in Vandamonth was terribly intensifying; the trees and even the grasses were covered with snow. Flashes of firelight, and torches were lit up beside the cemented walls. Kora was seated on a hammock swing; the plain white dress she was wearing raised up to her thighs. Two maids stood beside her fanning her as she drank from the grape wine. There was another maid seated beside her feet, tending to her legs as she gossiped, and everyone listened.

I felt glass hit my skin and I smelled blood, Coral growled. I winced as it seemed like I twisted my ankle, and Coral got busy trying to heal us. When I looked down at my hand, it was on the book. I grabbed it and struggled to my feet. “I have it, now what,” I shouted, as Katrina’s hand landed on my arm again. I saw her holding the large heavy book from the display. *The boy! Something about the boy I think, find that page,* Coral yelled. I was nearly afraid to open the book, what if the pages ripped out in the wind?

“Edward says you don’t talk about it. But we all saw what happened during the trial. Your eyes changed, Kora. Gold, then white, then gold again. That’s not normal.” I glanced down at my gloved hands, remembering the heat that had nearly devoured me. “Nothing about me has ever been normal.” Mara hesitated, then reached into her cloak. “Then maybe it’s time you stop pretending to be.” She handed me a small book, its leather cover cracked with age. The title was etched in a language I didn’t recognize. “What’s this?” I asked.

Rora’s POV I stared at the book, checking all the sides in case it had some secret bomb hidden around it but there was nothing. I frowned and stared at it in confusion. Why would he send me something like this? I didn't even like him, nor were we close. Was this some sort of friends story to me and thing because I agreed to be civil within this it? A million questions ran through my mind but rather than question it, I just decided to shove it to the back of my mind and check what the book was really about. He must have his reasons for sending that it to me. I was sure.

“I heard that!” “Good!” Tora yelled back, grinning. The babies—no, toddlers now—were wild and bright and already walking with the bold confidence of tiny demigods. Liora had a flame-shaped curl always falling across her forehead and a mischievous glint in her golden eyes. Kael had his dad’s stormy glare and his mom’s uncanny ability to make grown warriors drop to their knees with a single whimper. And somehow, they were already speaking. Sort of.

"It's far from that actually, we received a letter from Alpha Galen and in that letter he wants us to aid him in standing against Kora and her men, he's proposing that Kora would attack his pack" "This is Kora's new pack and her former pack was Saged Wolf Pack so how would she get the men and the resources to attack him? This is impossible, is this a joke or a plan to get all of us out of our houses?" The Head of council wasn't pleased with what he heard.

“Ohh princess Daddy will surely help you become what you want as long as you don’t get yourself a boyfriend until I say so.” “It’s a deal daddy! But wait, Mama K, where is mine and Jacob presents?” she said extending her tiny hand. “Of course I have it sweethearts! Here!” Kristinn gave them their present. When they open it, they both squeal because there’s a watch, a shirt and a small school bag. The funny thing is, Kristinn got them the same as the other. “K loves giving them stuff by pairs cause she finds it cute when she sees them wearing the same.” Yanna whispered to me.

She looks me over one last time before walking off, and I grind my teeth together in aggravation. Every time I bring up my major, I get the same looks. People just assume I am a wolfbagger, but I'm not. I genuinely find supernatural history interesting. I am not studying werewolves, so I can trick a werewolf into giving me long life or mating with me. I like learning about all of them, dragons, sirens, and fairies I sigh as I collect my pile of books. I already paid my tab on the cafe's app, so there is no need to call my disgusted waitress back over. I pull my jacket on and pick up my loaded book bag.