Mako X Korra Novels & Stories

It was Mako's turn to bend down to her. "You have brought the destruction of everyone in Agartha and even to the king, Daeira," Mako said in a gentle tone. "Don't listen to him, Daeira!" GD interjected. "Daeira, listen to me! Listen to me! Look at me please!" the king thrashed violently. Mako only shushed Daeira when she cried even more before picking up the dagger, let her sit up, and gave it to her. "Kill yourself," Mako said.

* A heavy hydraulic platform hissed as it descended from the high executive box, settling with an earth-shaking thud into the center of the main arena floor below the suspended cage. Archon Malakor stepped out onto the concrete deck. Without his golden mask, his gaunt, corrupted face was a hideous mask of rot and desperate ambition. But surrounding his body was a towering, ten-foot exoskeletal suit forged from high-density titan-steel, humming with a terrifying, white-hot plasma field drawn straight from the city's power grid. Beside him walked Morrigan, holding a heavy disruption rifle, flanked by his four remaining elite Council heralds. "Your ten minutes are up, Master Keeper!" Malakor’s

As he coughs, Xandra bites into his haunch, and the reek of copper fills the air. He doesn’t howl in pain. He just swings back at her, freeing his leg when she dodges. “Did you think you were the only one with a mage?” He barely bleeds as he dances back a few steps, sizing us up. “Astralis’s resources are vast.” “Vast enough to betray your people?” Xandra seems to relax—until Corwyn’s gaze darts to me, and she leaps. Like he was waiting for it, he rolls out of the way. I snarl at him and scrape claws across his passing ribs, but it barely seems to make a dent. Fucking mage. He must have something strengthening his hide.

She smiled timidly. "Your Highness, it's time to pamper you for your coronation." Morrigan glanced at the maid behind her. Her maid looked at her with hopeful eyes, her lips with a smile. Finally filled with joy as they will finally see the princess grow into a queen. After all the pushbacks that happened, she was still destined to take the throne. Morrigan nodded, her hand clasped together, looking as dignified as she is. But she remained unmoving, letting the wind dance her hair, and the hem of her nightdress and wrapper. Her eyes were cold and void of emotion, however, her beauty was still unparalleled in the whole country. The face of dignity and grace. Like how Fiachra was portrayed in

Kora ran into Allen's arms, thanking him for finding the killers of her parents. "Now this is what I've been waiting for. I'll need soldiers and some weapons because I'm taking his head and the head of his daughters. The only person that won't be killed is Jada." Kora roared; she was fuming. It was the first time I've seen her in this state. "Alpha Galen, get ready to be killed by the Luna of the Seventh Moon Pack." "Alpha Damek would like to see you. He's on his deathbed."

{Isla’s POV} His form was unmistakable as he stood face to face with Korr— the huge Lycan guard. — who didn’t look so huge now that Cayden was matching his height. I heard a growl again and realized it was Korr who was growling and not Cayden. “How dare you, Rogue?!” Korr bawled as he heaved before Cayden. Cayden didn’t reply to him but took his gaze slowly to the Supreme Commander, who was also heaving in anger.

I want to tell this beauty-obsessed witch where she can stick it, but Xiu is acting as if Zor isn't affecting her. "Thank you. We weren't expecting such manners from the females harvested from Earth. So you must know I am Zor. The females beside me are my fellow Makskins. We are the true prizes this Harvest," Zor says proudly, and Xiu slightly bows her again. "Yes, we know who you are, and as for who is chosen first as the best prize...That is yet to be seen," Xiu replies as she slowly raises her head, and a smirk pulls at my mouth.

made him rigid and predictable. Xander let out a roar that wasn't a sound, but a Frequency. Empowered by Evangeline’s insight, he broke through the "Kneel" command. He didn't just stand; he surged. He lunged at Malakor, his golden claws glowing with a combined sapphire tint. He didn't strike at the Elder’s body; he struck at the Aetherite Robes - the source of Malakor’s connection to the Nexus. "The world isn't a script you can write, Malakor!" Xander’s voice joined with Evangeline’s in a perfect, resonant harmony. "It’s a song that belongs to everyone!"

Martinez said and Koragg interuppted without fear. " Or what Mr Martinez? I have been battling with the X Destruction for Thousands of years and I know my command and power, You are nothing but a worthless piece of shit you..." Koragg couldn't complete his statement when he fell down. The sharp pains he felt in his brain made him to wince in pains, He couldn't cry out because something is blocking his screams, Master Grogo appeared with Catoram and Adrain by his side, His Gauntlet stones stopped glowing and Koragg gasped for air.

Equipped with knowledge learned from both Maddox and Kodoku Scriptures, they were miles ahead of Ajarn Mung Korn and Raja Bomoh in terms of skills. They had Wikkan surrounded, forced to a corner only for the black robe on his body to fly away suddenly, revealing his body tattooed with various black runic scripts and motives. The robe spun in the air and landed right on Xanthus and Xyris’ bodies. In the blink of an eye, they found themselves seemingly in the depths of hell. Wikkan’s ultimate move was how Ajarn Mung Korn and Raja Bomoh died. When the robe shrouded Xyris and her partner, Wikkan broke into a sinister smile.