Mako And Korra Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You shouldn’t have come after me, Mak. I was dead before you even got here and now you’re dead too.” Without groaning from the sourness between my thighs, I stand and cross the few feet separating us. “Neither of us is dead, Cori. Don’t give up on Moon.” I place my arms around her and we both start crying when she leans into me. I hold her tighter, smoothing my hand across her back, offering comfort and taking it too. I hate fucking tears, but if there was ever a time to cry it’s now.

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.

he asked. His personal assistant looked around surprisingly before answering. "You are my master, anything you wish for me to do, I will do. I will follow you to the end." He said. His name is Mako. "Alright, and here we go!" Joseph replied smiling and in an instant, they all had disappeared. *** **** ** In The Dragon World. Spiro was hammering away on a weapon while Vic was watching him from behind. This is the third day he's spending in their village.

His eyes lock on mine and I can see the relief flood his face. He stands up and I can feel the need to touch him grow and almost explode as he starts towards me. I can feel his need and his relief. Korra is… Korra? My Korra. Korra is here. Time doesn’t stop, Korra's mentally wagging her tail and urging me to run to him when I feel his shock… Shock fills his eyes and I frantically try to see what’s wrong. I look down at his chest… he’s ripped open… his beautiful chest is…

Or Draygons, rather. "Thank you all for coming. I have been looking forward to meeting you since I got here just a short time ago," I started feeling a bit stronger. "My name is Mara Corliss, and I am sister to the one you know as the King's Champion, Erik. I am apparently the mate to your King," I said and winced at the sound of uncertainty. "I am the mate to King Tohrah."

Chapter 19 Kaden's POV After the fight, Cora and I made our way back to the cabin. A smile crept on my lips as I remembered how our wolves had fought and I loved it. I also loved the fact that she wasn't just fast or powerful, she was extraordinary.. breathtaking.. And in that moment when her wolf had pinned mine down and our eyes had locked at each other. I felt it. The pull. Her wolf had recognised mine. And mine? It had wanted the whole of her.

The Brown Stone warriors had paused, watching in silent reverence. They no longer saw a weak half blood. They saw their Luna, who had been willing to die for the smallest among them. “I saved them, Mason,” I whispered, my head falling against his shoulder. “You did,” he answered, pressing a long desperate kiss to my forehead. “But if you ever do something like that again, I will lock you in a tower myself. I cannot lose you, Corin. Do you understand? Never.” Around us, the pack bowed their heads as one. The whisper that moved through them now was not doubt.

But I don't think it's from him or maybe he knows who sent it, he may have an idea but I don't like the idea of him near me. My dreams, the nightmares that I had might be connected to this it was like telling me things that I didn't even know if it was something I know but what I see is me, as Mina and I can't even differentiate the difference of what true from dreams anymore because the nightmares do feel true and I am hurt, I am longing for something I can point my finger which and what was that. After a few minutes Corro finished taking a bath, he then walks directly to the closet and dresses up. He then walks near me and sat beside me, he made me sit on his lap and leaned on my shoulder.

"I'm not doing this." "You're doing exactly this." His tone hadn't changed at all, still level, still certain. "Marco's been circling my territory for eight months looking for a reason to renegotiate our arrangement in his favour. A woman on my arm who looks like she belongs there closes that door before he opens it." "Find someone who actually wants to be there."