Korra X Amon Novels & Stories

Towering at 6’10” with a powerfully athletic build, his dark skin gleamed under the moonlight as he approached. Amara turned, eyes dark with hunger. “I don’t want the polite version,” she whispered. “I want the raw one.” Rohan smiled darkly. He closed the distance and pulled her into a deep, commanding kiss, his large hands sliding under the bikini to explore her curves. The contrast between his scorching palms and the warm sea breeze on her exposed skin made her shiver. He slowly peeled the bikini off her body, letting it fall. The warm tropical air kissed her naked skin while his burning touch left trails of fire wherever he caressed.

Approaching me Eric added, “She couldn’t resist them. I think Drek is right, how sure are we about this witch Ammon? She doesn’t even look like a witch. She looks more like a mere human girl.’’ At last I discovered the name of the alpha. The name ‘Ammon’ sounds familiar to me but, I will have to wait and find out what this is all about. Meanwhile, alpha Ammon stretched out his hands, after walking up to me and pulled me back to my feet. “Stand to your feet at once!’’ He commanded before turning to his brother wolves. “What do you mean? That she is not the one?” Drek looked up at him, “we are just making sure we did not have the wrong person with us.” “Come one, she is the daughter of the gre

The suffocating scent of dried blood and rotted birch wood filled my senses. The nightmare I had buried in the ashes of the northern territories was staring directly at me. Ronan Crowe. The brute who had claimed my birth-pack's lands. The male who thought he had successfully expunged every trace of my lineage. The alpha who believed his pup had died along with its mother. "Is something rattling your cage, Amara?" Zorren's voice dropped, a low rumble that cut through the ceremonial chanting. "Your pulse is striking like a war drum."

I could not let anything distract me, in order to overpower Aamon I would need everything available to me. “Freya. I wondered if you would actually come.” Aamon’s voice was almost sweet as if he was greeting an old friend. As I had predicted I felt him try and pry open my mind, I let him in. He saw what I saw. The forest and himself. I concentrated on breathing as he smirked, mistaking that thought as one of fear. “All this for your own daughter?” As he had obviously hoped images of Sera flooded my mind, birthing her, watching her take her first steps, letting her grow into the woman she had.

“ Indeed , this is more believable and more like you . “ said Aron . “ Right !……..Hey ! What are you trying to say ? “ said Amra annoyed . Aron looked at the screen of the movie ending the actors then noticed that one of the main actors was the one that Ayla liked and which they both watched yesterday at the horror movie . “ I soo fucking sick of that face of his . “ said Aron annoyed . He took Ayla’s hand then looked at his sister . “ I don’t want any troubles during this period . Do you hear me ? “ said Aron . “ Yeah ! Yeah ! Stop being so baggy and get back to your apartment . Leave me to enjoy my dear hunks in peace . “ said Amra with a non caring tone . Ayla looked at Amra and both of t

Korr stood ahead, his face morphed with a mix of anger and… jealousy? "Damon," Korr spoke, his voice dripping with disdain. I pulled myself away, only to be yanked back by Damon, his right arm around my waist and his left playing with the strands of my hair. Korr's jaw flexed. His hands rolled into fists. Tension crackled in the air between us all. "I see you've met Edal. She's one of my new recruits… take your hands off her," Korr ordered. This was the most I'd seen him explain, the most emotion I'd gotten out of him.

“Did he talk to you?” He nods, looking from Emma to me, his hand still holding hers. “He seems to be disconnected from my wolf. A being on its own. He introduced himself as Moros.” ‘Yes! Brother is finally here,’ Aamon celebrates in my head, Jax literally rolling his eyes at him. “Well… That’s fucked up, but—” My breath gets stuck in my throat, my sight blackening out. ‘Report!’ a command jolts through me painfully. Jax retreats into the back of my head while Aamon screams bloody murder.

Not that I don’t like being naked, but sometimes it’s nice to go about my day without seeing dozens of dicks hanging out around me. The t-shirt and shorts Amora picks are way too big on her, and the loose collar of the shirt opens wide around her collar bone, revealing one smooth, pale shoulder. She flops onto the cushions between me and Frost, and I lean over to kiss that bare skin. She smiles at me, picks up her waiting water bottle, then asks, “Did your pack really not trust you?” Kian sits in his armchair like it’s a goddamn throne. Legs wide, arms resting on either side, nose in the air. He’s so fucking extra.

Noah asked," How they can be in the same fight range as us? " "well it's nothing big it's our genetics and our different training methods. which is a secret I can't share with you guys." "Well, I understand everybody has secrets. so I won't interfere with that." Jack said. "Did you think about it if you are willing to try to date me or try to know me," he said while touching his neck. "Aman you are a genuinely good guy but I can't accept you as my mate. I Noah Wilson reject Aman Frost as my mate."

Soren motioned to the other men in the room, and they moved to pick Amon up. I stood frozen, unsure. Was he on my side? Had he been unaware of what was happening? “Is this the kind of punishment you give to those who come late for training?” Soren grabbed Amon by his braids, lifting his face. “No, Alpha. I didn’t do anything. She was just being stubborn, like the other girls.” Soren looked at the man leaning against the table. He nodded and stepped forward with a black tablet. He swiped it open and shoved it in Amon’s face. Voices began to play.