Mako X Korra Novels & Stories

He said scratching under her chin. “I’m going to let Tora back out. All this excitement has taken a lot out of me. Can you fetch her some clothes?” Maggie whispered. Jax winked and then ran off to grab an extra set of clothes for Tora. The was a huge gust of wind and Maggie’s wings went straight to the sky before they came back down shrinking into Tora’s back. Jax did his best to shield her but it wasn’t until Koa growled loudly that the other men standing around all turned their backs to her so that she could get dressed.

It was Mako. Mako was the Hunter. He was not as wide as Kaelo, but he was very tall and very lean. His muscles were like tight ropes under his skin. He moved without making any sound. He did not walk; he prowled like a big cat. He carried his bone spear, and his eyes were sharp. They could see in the dark. "The moon is high," Mako said. His voice was a low purr. "The Chief has washed you. The Shaman has oiled you. But a Goddess must also be hunted. In my tribe, we do not just take. We find. We chase. We catch."

"Look, I appreciate the offer, but even though this must be some kind of weird hallucination or joke, come on, your mate? That sounds like a long-term commitment to me, and well, I just don't think that's going to work. We've just met, after all, and I know nothing about you, not even, for example, your name." "Kor'iander Vel Menos, but you may call me Kor. I am descended from the Third Moon clan, the primary line, of course, and I have the post of first warrior to the Third Moon regiment," he said with a bow, marred only by the swinging appendage between his legs, which made her blush crimson again.

He looked down his nose at the concrete walls, completely arrogant. “Commander Korr,” Marcus spoke, his voice smooth and cold. “I’ll keep this short. Vex is marching south. She’s already conquering the surrounding human militias. Your little victory against Jared won't mean shit when her full pack gets here. You’ll die.” Korr didn't flinch. He stared back at him, driving him to see some shit. “You didn't bring your wealthy ass out to the Badlands just to tell me the weather, neutral. What do you want?”

“He doesn’t stop asking for you.” A guttural, pained rasp filled the air suddenly. “Kor…ra…” Korra slapped a trembling hand over her mouth. She slid onto her knees beside the window, her heart pounding painfully. “Give me the clothes,” she whispered. Mara passed them to her, cool linen soaked in moonwater and mint-root. Korra pushed her hand through the narrow slit at the bottom of the curtain, feeling blindly for Kael’s skin. She felt nothing at first….then her fingertips brushed the scorched heat of his neck, and she almost yanked back in shock.

Two sentries step forward immediately—tall, broad-shouldered men in dark leathers, their hands resting near the hilts of the short blades strapped to their hips. One of them squints at us. "You're not expected," he says bluntly. "We don't need an invitation," Korra replies evenly. He scowls. "State your names." I step forward slightly, planting my boots in the dirt. "Alpha Korra Xarano of the Xarano pack, Alpha Octavius Reid and Luna Kaida Xarano of the Raven Moon.” Korra states boldly, staring the men dead in the eye. At the mention of our names, the sentries stiffen. Exchange a glance.

“Hey, Liam. Kaden,” Micheal said as he walked into the room where the other two men were. “Mako wants to know when we can go hunt down the hunters and kick some gobshite ass.” Kaden started to grin, doubting that Mako, a werewolf as they were but different because he was a rogue from some pack he had never heard of, who lived across the street, had used the term gobshit, but Liam growled. “Mako can keep his pants on and his mouth shut.”

She spat out a mouth full of blood and looked as the rest of the jocks walked towards her. I should have just kept my mouth shut. She tried to crawl away but they met up to her. Tyler kicked her in the tummy and that simple action made blood spring out from Makaila's mouth. They picked her up and held her up, dragging her towards Bethany. Bethany gave her bag to Cassandra and then removed her heels. She used her heels to hit Makaila's fore head causing an ugly scar to appear, Makaila all this while crying out in pain.