Korra X Bolin Novels & Stories

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.

He grew bold and was about to kiss her lips when suddenly an unearthly roar filled the whole room. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Alinta jerked from fright, but Orion tightened his arms around her, sensing her nervousness and fear. He held her to his chest, speaking soft words of comfort. He hated her feeling so scared. “My beloved, do not fear him; I am here now. You are safe.” "YOU FUCKING DARE?! RELEASE MY WOMAN! ALINTA COME HERE NOW!" Bellinor's voice erupted through the whole restaurant as he stormed towards them. His eyes burned a dangerous violet, and his face contorted as he tried to contain his beast form.

Kora said a little flustered. “My apologies Connor, Dakota.” Karson said motioning for the two young males to enter. “Kora, love, this is Alpha Connor and his brother and Beta, Dakota BlackPaw.” they both bowed in respect. “It’s my pleasure, please come in.” Kora waved them in. “This is our daughter in law and Kruz’s mate, Keane.” Kora said leading them to the living room. “Keane, sweetie, would you and our idiot son who also happens to be your mate, please bring our guests something to drink?”

I am not okay ~ Jelly Roll Adea Korra caught her scent before I could, and she was seething. Alarm bells were going off. There was a female in our mate’s suite. I didn’t know when it happened, but we had claimed not only Shane, but this area as ours. Only those we allowed were permitted to be here, and this woman wasn’t supposed to be here. My wolf snarled and snapped her fierce jaws at the uninvited guest. Normally, I can keep her under control, but right now, it felt like we were one and the same.

“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.

"Please, Ms. Lavor… Take care of yourself!" Vera's heart skipped a beat, her tears gushing as she could tell that Korra was at his limit! In an instant, she was in front of him, pulling out a pill and holding it by his lips, smiling and coaxing him like a child. "Be good, Shohei! You're going to be fine once you take this…" Korra kept smiling even as his voice cracked. "I remember… being fed medicine… by you... just like this… but it was so bitter… I was trembling as I drank it… But I'd always get better… because of it…"

whispered Rickozi, bumping fist with Swuma. “Much better than General Tobly,” whispered Swuma. “Your branding turned red but didn’t bleed.” “Holy gods from above, that was quite the incentive to keep liking you,” said Sonylla. “Likewise.” Sonylla got up and joined Sebastian behind Coralis, on his left side.

“You will not raise your voice at me ever again, understood?! Jarob shot back, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. He was a man in his early fifties, a proud man who saw women as an asset brought by the gods for men to use as they please. Kora's face didn't fall; she only looked more venomous, her blue eyes unswerving. She sidestepped Jarob's words, walking past him, but she halted and turned to gaze at Hanah. She locked gazes with her for a while, then turned around and walked away. “Jarob, you didn't have to do that.” Hanah said, feigning a smile, but she was afraid; the way Kora had just looked at her was ominous… dreadful. “She needs to be put in her place.” Jarob groaned and t