Korra X Reader Novels & Stories

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.

Then she finally glanced up and her eyes met mine. And her smile vanished. Heat crawled up my neck and spread behind my jaw. I felt like something primal had snapped in me, tearing through my ribs and scraping at my throat. How was she touching him? Why was she touching him? Why was he letting her touch him? The guy noticed me staring and his expression shifted from confused to almost challenging. Rora’s fingers stayed on his arm. It was like she wanted me to see it. She turned her face away and kept talking to the guy totally ignoring my presence.

Kylan said with a chilling smirk across his face. “Do you?” she asked with a slight smirk, getting the reaction she wanted from him. “I do,” he said as his hands made their way toward her shirt. "Don't blame me; you want the same thing too, don't you?" Kora said, feeling his hands inside her shirt. She turned around, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing herself more into him. Not being able to take it, he got up from his chair and placed her on the table. Loosening the knots of her dress, he peppered kisses on her shoulder blades, neck, and face.

The slap landed hard enough to snap his head to the side, hard enough that the sound of it cracked through the corridor and left her palm stinging. For one terrible second, neither of them moved. His head had barely turned back before the corridor changed completely. The warmth drained out of his face like a light switching off. What was left underneath wasn't anger exactly. It was stiller than anger, colder, the kind of expression she imagined men saw right before something terrible happened to them and never got the chance to describe afterward.

My entire body tightened as Lucien stepped in front of me. “Elora,” he murmured, “brace yourself.” “For what...?”The door shuddered. Once.Twice. Then...BANG. The entire corridor shook. Milo let out a small, strangled sound, and I grabbed him, pulling him against me. His tiny fingers dug into my jacket. Lucien’s eyes glowed faintly,silver bleeding into charcoal. Not human. Not pretending. “Lucien,” I whispered, “if you have a trick, now would be the time.”

Kora waits for her to comply, and although her face is blank, I sense that she is just as disappointed and irritated with her cousin and mate as I am. “Ursa,” Kora insists, her tone hard. “Now.” Whether she’s fueled by guilt over her treatment of me or fear of what will happen if she goes against Kora, Ursa nods without argument, moving into place despite how her hands shake. Her palms are slick with sweat, slipping on my bare flesh as she struggles to hold my ankles firmly in place. “Primus,” Kora leans in closely, placing her lips on the edge of my ear. “I need you to promise not to kill either one of them. We still need them. Orion…my babies…”