Smallville Jor El Novels & Stories

True diplomacy reached its first shore. After days of travel, I arrived at Riverbend—a smaller pack but fiercely proud. I had met Alpha Sorin once before. He greeted me warmly and asked for my counsel over tea. In the courtyard beyond, I spotted a familiar face from the healing huts: Joren, the young wolf I’d helped learn courage. His guard was relaxed here; he sparred with other trainees. But as I passed, he broke away and hurried toward me. “Sir Elijah!” he called, voice urgent.

"You are safe here, Sora. We only need to purge your blood of foreign influence. Activate that silver potential so you stop being a lowly slave to that disgusting Kaldreon wolf." Sora turned his face away, searching for a pocket of air in a room that felt increasingly cramped. He froze when he saw the figure standing stiffly near the steel door. Elior Vale was there. He wore a rigid black tactical uniform without insignia. But Elior’s eyes were hollow, clear of any emotion, moving mechanically according to the sensor transmissions in his ear. There was no recognition. No sympathy. Elior had been brutally reprogrammed into a mindless guard dog. *Vardan might be a bloodthirsty predator, but he

a soft, weathered voice noted. Valen blinked, his eyes snapping open to see Elder Joran walking slowly down the stone steps. Joran, who had spent decades cataloging the ancient chronicles, wore the simple linen robes of a sanctuary keeper. He carried no staff, but his eyes held the deep, tranquil clarity of someone who had long since mastered his own spirit.

At the Mid City with the Carter family. The weather was good as the sun shone; the entire mansion was peaceful and joyful. Zoran enjoyed his tea casually in the main hall. Darryl sat beside him, and he frowned as he worried. He was upset. Since Darryl led the Elysium Gate back from the New World, he went straight to the Carter family. Once he arrived at the mansion, he let Jewel consume precious herbs from all the other worlds. She was much better after that. Her breathing pattern had stabled, but she was still unconscious. Jewel was not a cultivator; her recovery ability was too weak.

Cord hauled himself up through the hatch, standing on the exterior of the bobbing iron sphere. "Vanguard!" the old master’s voice roared out over the crashing waves, completely devoid of his usual grumbling restraint. It was a raw, triumphant bellow of an Alpha who had just walked out of the underworld. I unbuckled my harness with stiff, agonizingly slow movements. I knelt beside Elara, gently lifting her shoulders. Her dark eyes fluttered open, squinting against the harsh sunlight pouring down from the hatch. "Jace?" she whispered, her voice incredibly weak.

Lend me first" Jin said with a big smile on his face. .... An hour later, Elroy slowly opened his eyes. He was surprised to see the clouds in front of him. "That's how my life ended ... I didn't even fulfill my dream before I died." Elroy said. He thought he was dead. "What is your dream?" Jin asked while eating sweet potato. Elroi heard it and thought that an angel was talking to him, "Are you the angel who will take me to the afterlife?" "Yes you're right, I am ..." Jin replied while suppressing a laugh. "My dream is to be qualified to be a servant of the elites, or the Supreme grand boss." Elroy said sadly. He still didn't know that he wasn't dead yet.

Exalia’s POV “Ahhhh!“ He yelled in pain and agony, rolling on the ground and shedding tears. “They are coming!” he shouted with a broken voice, tears still rolling down his cheek. “They are….” But Jorin did not get to finish his statement, a shadowy figure quickly darted at him, it came out from behind the trees, and it was faster than the speed of light. The moment the figure passed through him, Jorin fell on the floor immediately, he screamed so hard and he began to gurgle before shortly passing away.

was smoking. "ELARA!" The last thing I saw was Silas—not as a hologram, but as a **Giant of Violet Smoke**—rising out of the city’s power grid, his hand reaching for the Harvester. And then, the screen went black. **[ERROR: SYSTEM CRITICAL]** **[SUBJECT 01: HEART RATE - 0 BPM]**

"She needs all the rest she can get, after the ordeal she went through." "Of course," Orion nodded. Jade walked towards Salem and stopped, his brown eyes scrutinizing the elf standing before him. Salem turned to Jade and did a quick introduction. "Jade, this is Soren Tobias," she said softly. "He is the last surviving elf of this village. Years ago, he left, and no one has heard from him ever since. Until now." "I said I'm sorry, Salem," Soren apologized again and spread his hands helplessly. "I never should have left that way. When the last of my family passed on, I couldn't remain here. I just had to leave. The memories... the memories were too much."

Fix this, Cap. Soren didn’t know how. On the fourth day, he broke. He drove to Seattle. JR’s building had tight security, but the doorman recognized him and let him up after a call. When the elevator doors opened on JR’s floor, Soren’s heart was pounding. JR opened the door wearing sweatpants and nothing else. His eyes were guarded, stormy gray and distant. “You came all the way here to say it in person?” JR asked, his voice cold as ice.