Korra Book Novels & Stories

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Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books. One by one Trisha returned all the books she'd picked. When she was beginning to get tired and unmotivated, the corner of her eyes perceived a strange book on a shelf not too far from where she was. Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting.

Cora pulled her thick and wavey, waist length auburn colored hair into a ponytail while she agitatedly paced the perimeter of the mansion’s medical room. “So, he brought home another one. This is the third in two months,” she grumbled as she stopped next to the cot that supported Jasper’s still body. “What does he think he is going to do with this one? The man is barely breathing.”

Inanna was way back in my mind, almost hiding, but she didn’t give me a nervous vibe. Maybe this was something she wanted me to discover for myself; maybe she thought it best not to tell me. Either way, I knew she had her reasons and eventually she would have to come clean with me. As Wilson left the library, I went down to the first floor, found myself a comfy couch, and opened the book. I flipped through it looking for anything about my wolf's spirit, other great wolves were named along with a history of how their wolfs came to be, and how the moon goddess mated and produced offspring. A few pages in and my eyes froze on the page:

he whispered into my ear. I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck, then jumped up and swung my legs around his waist. I kissed him passionately while he placed his hands on my ass like he always did. He let out a moan, then deepened the kiss. His tongue traced its way around my lips begging to be let in. I invited it in, and it slipped into my mouth to join my own. Our tongues danced around together in perfect rhythm, just like the northern lights did with the twinkling stars.

In the last chapter, you read where Ashe began to Kellen the story of Inanna and Conri, I did not want to make that chapter too long for readers and decided to put it separately as a free chapter. I did want to give you a little insight into the history of those two, and I hope all your memories are good, from reading the first and second books and the fairytale Tawny told them all while sitting in the gym. ***** Told to Kellen by Ashe/Odeia

“I knew that I didn’t like you for a reason.” Alice lifted her head and glowered her hate at Oriana, but said nothing. Olga was the last to approach the horses. “Where did you find them?” “They had me bound and ready to take away to breed with him by the time Rex and Felix showed up,” Kendra blurted. “I’m so tired of being used for breeding!” Olga closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her poor niece. Would it ever end? This was just one more reason to hurry up and rid the planet of the aliens.

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

“I am Korra Veldane, betrothed to Prince Vasska of the Second House.” Even her name sounded expensive. And she was a fiancée not a girlfriend. “I come bearing a message from your father.” Shock cut through the group like a blade. Even Quinn’s stance shifted. What was she talking about? My father, Alpha Romero, was a sea and barrier away. Safe in the heart of Vargrheim. She reached into her cloak and threw something toward Elio. Quinn moved before it reached him—snatched it from the air. A small sphere, smooth and dark, glowing faintly with red veins.

So Proserpina moves on to the next row, then the next one, and the next one, on and on until she was literally kneeling like a child on the floor when she finally comes across a book third to the last on the bottom row in between a skinny book and leather bound one; the book was silver-gray, small and light in her hands and the cover seemed to have some sort of glossy material in it as it twinkled when she turned it here and there… ‘Kind of a child’s storybook,’ she noted. The book was almost as big as her palm and seemed to have pages as what one would expect from a novelette. She carefully opens it up to the first page–not wanting to have a repeat of another destroyed book because a destro