Korra X Bolin Novels & Stories

Completely unfazed by her surroundings, Kora adjusts the pod, locking the wheels to prop it next to a nearby countertop. “Hold on a little longer,” she pleads, pressing her forehead against the glass of the pod and closing her eyes. Orion does the same, matching her on the other side of the glass. “It’ll be over soon, I promise.” The love between the two of them is apparent. They have both been through so much to finally find a moment of safety. And we still have a war ahead of us. “Is this a Solarian vessel?” Kora’s clear voice carries across the room. “I’ve never seen one like this before.”

The blonde-haired, hazel-eyed she-wolf stood in the doorway, a grin spreading across her face, radiating the same confidence and energy that Lira had missed so much. “Oh my Moon Goddess,” Lira exclaimed, her voice cracking slightly as she surged forward. She threw her arms around Kora, the years of separation melting away in an instant. “You’re really here!” Kora hugged her back fiercely, her voice thick with emotion. “Tobias told me everything. I couldn’t believe it. I had to come.” Lira pulled back, her eyes searching Kora’s face as if confirming she wasn’t just a dream. “I—I

_ Borus goes to sleeping pregnant Bonnie's room and says "Loria, you need to come with us." Borus pulls Loria to a room saying "I need you to help the others divert the guards at the entrance if this plan fails." Loria is taken to a room full of Blacks with Russian babies, they are taking them to baby rooms. Borus takes her to a basement and says "Meet Blonka, Porus, Gender, Justar, and Ronald." Blonka is a Russian girl, Porus is a Russian man, Gender is a Russian woman, Justar is a Black man, Ronald is a Black woman.

“As you can see no one’s here, everyone’s on a business trip.” “So all Evander men are immune to my charms, not just Rein,” Kora came up with the conclusion. “I see, but don’t assistants always go with their bosses? I wonder why you would be here if Rein isn’t,” she prodded. If Rein didn’t want to see her, then he should come down and tell her himself instead of being a coward. But from their short interaction, the Evander heir didn’t seem like that kind of person.

She wiggled her eyebrows. “Kora!” “What?” she shrugged. “Finn drama always has at least a small chance of leading to accidental makeouts.” She shrugged. “It was Elijah.” I groaned, shaking off the last makeout session Kora had decided to remind me off. “Oh.” Kora walked in, kicked off her shoes, and collapsed into the armchair. “Same thing, Timber drama: deluxe edition.” She had a cookie halfway to her mouth when she paused and looked at me, really looked at me.

Killain announced. “That can't be true,” Morris shook his head. Penelope nodded in agreement. “Korra has done some awful things but she definitely won't do something like this.” “Then there will be no problem if we check her room,” Killain said. “Bryon.” “Yes alpha.” “That won't be necessary,” Korra murmured.

“I’m tired of carrying things.” “You and me both.” The air between us stills, heavy with something unsaid. Korra exhales. “But now we know.” I glance at her. “Know what?” “That we were never broken.” We fall into silence again, but it feels different this time. Not heavy. Not sharp. Just real. Kita finds us an hour later. She’s in full armor now—long black steel, polished and marked with silver. She looks like a war general from another age.

My face twisted in horror from the bitter taste. “You could have at least warned me I was about to take bile mixed with Hyena's blood! Gosh,” I exclaimed, brushing my tongue with a towel beside me. Korra laughed at my sense of humor. “You sure indeed are a comedian,” she chuckled. “Come over here,” she said, standing over a box, blowing off dust from it. I walked over to her, sensing some strange energy coming out of the box. “What is in there? I sense it. It feels like something strong and powerful?” My heart raced as I drew closer.

Liora snarled and struck again, faster this time, rage twisting her face. Korra ducked, sliding across the dirt, avoiding the hit by a breath. She popped to her feet lightly. Liora’s friends laughed mockingly. “What is she doing? Is she dancing or just scared!” Liora smirked. “Fight back, rogue.” Korra remained still, centered and calm. Her wolf was focused and in control, reading every breath Liora took. “Fine,” Liora hissed. “Then die tired.” She charged, aiming for Korra’s ribs. But Korra leapt, not backward, but forward at an angle that defied expectation, and slid beneath Liora’s swing. Her staff jabbed gently but effectively at Liora’s knee, and her knees buckled.

She focuses her attention back towards Ona and I know that she will do everything in her power to keep that fate from coming true. Extending her claws into long fine tips as long as her forearms, she places each tip gently along Ona's torso. Taking a deep breath, she punctures the skin not so much as to release her toxins but enough to make complete contact. A jolt of blue lightning flashes from her hands along her nails into Ona's body, which jolts heavenward before settling down. "Come back to us!" Kora demands. "You are not allowed to die." She shocks her again. And again. The smell of burning flesh is too much.