Sidon Of The Zora Novels & Stories

A beautiful lady with crystal clear blues and skin made of diamond floated towards me. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Zora. I am the first of the Sylunthys.”

Sid decided in his heart that the real relationship between the two people in front of him was father and son. “May I know what you needed from me, Lord Sid?” David’s clone asked. “Sir, Zenon has become the head of the Saints Association, and he will definitely find a way to cause chaos in the Star Kingdom. He will cause devastation in Star Kingdom and then reap the benefits as a third party. The destruction of the Fellowes family was just the beginning, and after this, he would have followed it up with a series of actions. Now, the only one in Star Kingdom who can deal with Zenon is yourself, Sir. For the stability and prosperity of Star Kingdom, I have a presumptuous request which I hope y

she mumbled. "Diha, can I be...personal with you?" Zora tilted her head to the side. When Diha failed to respond, Zora continued. "I dare say I identify with you. We are both women in fields dominated by men who chose to not see us, be it because of our gender or the color of our skin. You are on my short list because I saw a young woman with a lot of talent and not a lot of room to grow." Diha's insides wobbled. Was this Zora a mind reader? Did she know what Diha had just been thinking?

But they just played along, exchanging conflicted glances, as Zora held tight unto them. "You made it," Zora announced, his voice resonating with authority. "They made it…" he said, his face lit up with a smile, facing the other werelions that were standing behind him. His words were met with resounding claps from the other werelions. "Whooo!" They echoed. "Whooo!" "We definitely throwing a party tonight…" a werelion from the congregation yelled. "Yeah, surely," Zora smirked. The celebratory sounds soon ceased for a moment, and Zora continued facing Kieran and Melinda, his deep and commanding, "Um… I am Zora Leondros, the king of this den. And I basically run things here."

One of them raised a hand to strike her. “Stop!” Zorro commanded. His eyes narrowed, fixed on the bedraggled girl. “What did you just say? Say it again.” Tears welled in Zora’s eyes. Her voice trembled. “Father… my name is Zora. My mother is Ximena. I am your daughter. I came all this way just to find you.” The name struck him like thunder. “You’re… Zora?” He had known of her, but never seen her face. To see her now, looking like a beggar, shook him deeply.

Before you father ever owed me anything. His voice cracks slightly-just enough to prove he’s real. So yes, yes, Zora I want you for another reason. I want you because I can’t stop thinking about you. She starts blushing and breathing heavily she can’t believe what he’s just confessed 3 months and she had no idea about it. It’s both creepy and flattering at the same time but he is some kind of Greek god looking guy strong powerful, why … I’m nothing special Yes he sees the outside but inside is much different and I’m not a super model she thinks to herself. Then she looks at him really looks at him and sees the cracks in the armor and the loneliness behind his eyes and she melts. He watches t

He made them sit on the chair and the first question he threw at them almost threw them off balance. “Have you guys heard of Zora and Lucien?” He asked and they exchanged looks. Why the heck was he asking them about Zora and Lucien? What did he have up his sleeves? Zora sighed. “Yes, we've heard about them. The Luna told us about them today. Are they that popular in this pack?” Lucien asked. Damon sighed. “That's not why I called you here but I'm glad you two know them. When the Luna told you about them, have you ever wondered that your names sounded similar? Like Zena for Zora and Luca for Lucien?” He asked and their eyes widened.