Korra Opal Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry, you’re on my kill list.” When she flicked around to throw the orb of fire at Detective White, a bright light shone from Kora’s statue. The bright light conjured into a tiny little glittering orb. In a flash, it moved at the speed of a speeding train and stroke the forehead of the old dark witch. It was a powerful stroke that blasted her into the rocky wall of the cave. When she tried to move, the rocky wall trapped her like someone trapped in mud. “Help!” she cried out. “Please, help me…”

“I feel a strange kind of fascination. I hope I’m not gawking.” “We feel similarly,” Opal said. She was Alpha Knight’s mate and one of their high priestesses. She looked so pure and good, wearing a flowy, pale purple dress that matched her pale purple eyes. It felt like those eyes could see into a person’s soul. She exuded kindness and gentleness, her long blonde hair styled softly.

Ever since the ritual, her bond with the Alphas felt like a flickering candle, while her memory of Lucien’s cold blood and the Shadow’s touch felt like a roaring furnace. "What did you do to me?" Rhea demanded. "It’s not what I did, but what I’m about to do," Kora whispered. She raised a hand, a small, carved bone whistle between her fingers. She didn't blow it. She snapped it in half. A cloud of purple smoke erupted from the bone, swathing Rhea in a cloying, sweet scent. Rhea tried to hold her breath, but the smoke moved as if it were alive, forcing its way into her lungs.

Sora didn't even try to filter her words. Other alphas stood up in protest. Sora had opened up a Pandora box no one wanted open. The alphas unleashed their warriors at Sora. Holding hands with Loid, the couple howled loudly at the warriors who wanted to kill them both. “We spoke up because now, we have proof that other alphas have been stealing herbs, oak tree wood and other treasure like pure gold and different crystals that can only be found in either the Green pond forest or the Red River Forest.” Loid growled at the Chief Minister.

I sat in the high solar of the Spire, my fingers tracing the permanent, metallic veins that now ran from my fingertips to my collarbone, they didn't pulse with heat anymore, they hummed with a low-frequency stability that kept the city’s foundations from dissolving into the after-shocks of the Rift. "The southern packs have sent their first shipment of obsidian-glass," Koran said, entering the room, he looked tired, his silver-shadow aura a thin veil compared to the roaring furnace it had once been, "They’re using it to reinforce the sea-walls, Jaxon is overseeing the installation." "And Kaelen?" I asked, my voice sounding harmonized, as if a second, deeper version of myself was speaking alo

Mocking the only one on the team who was known to be dramatic, and who happened to be none other than…him. Nope. I shook my head, thinking of something else. Anything else. “This gear was designed in collaboration with the fae of Orrithyl,” Jorn announced. “It is not just clothing. It is equipment, and as I said before, Rochwall interrupted me,” he said, glaring behind him for a second, “you will treat it as such.” Orrithyl… I looked up at Kylan, just in time to see his jaw tighten. He didn’t have the best experience with the fae of Orrithyl. That’s where he had been manipulated into poisoning his brother.

I look over to see the air ripple like gas before me and very soon out from the rippling air steps Aiyla, filling the room with her soothing, calming energy. “Your Majesties,” she greets warmly. Just as I go to return the greeting I’m stunned into silence as two more women step through the portal pulling behind them a giant floating twenty-foot-tall crystal. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen. The outside certainly looks like solid crystal but the whole damn thing has an ethereal glow, and the inside is made up of so many colours, colours I never even knew existed that are hurting my head to process, but they’re all moving within the crystal in an explicable way. THIS is the Orraikam? Lemue