Smallville Jor El Novels & Stories

he said, earning himself a glare from me. "Neither does Elora," I retorted. "What's your point?" He shrugged in response. "I don't know. I am probably just worried that you might let the past ruin your future. Like you've already done in your extremely long life." "I haven't done anything to suggest that," I retorted. "Don't make me out to be the villain here. Elora ran away! She left!" "She went outside your radar," Soren replied. "The one week hasn't elapsed yet."

all i cause i trouble and pains to others. Why am i even alive? I choked. End of POV "Are you alright?" A man's voice made Petris take a 360 degree turn. There stood a man beautiful as hell. The most perfect thing about him was his chocolaty complexion but Petris being her usual self didn't give a fuck about his looks. "Hi! i am Eli Johnson. Son of Taylor Johnson and you are?" (Eli Goree actor as Eli Johnson) He is the prince of trolls no wonder he has a powerful yet cold aura.

Sarah said. "Good, I will head home and ask my father to tell me if he knows the whereabouts of Selena." Jorkallun said and kissed her on her lips before he let go of her and walk over to the window. "I will see you later tonight my love, leave the window open." Jorkallun added and jumped out of the window, before his feet would touch the bare ground he had transformed into his red dragon, he made himself more smaller like a little lizard and flew away.

__Hel__ “Jor!” He turned from where he was standing and looked at Hel as she came in the room. There were a lot of things that crashed over him right then. How long had it been since he’d seen her, not just a shade but physically? Look at her, she looked alive, she looked real. She looked amazing and his gaze moved to the elf. The one she had decided was hers. He was tall, built like a runner, and had a strong soul this one, didn’t mean Jor trusted him.

“But they were fast. Too fast for a servant. Too familiar with the hidden trails. They knew exactly where to disappear.” He took the cloak from her, fingers brushing hers in a touch that grounded them both. The bond pulsed, his rage crashing into her calm like waves against rock. He lifted the fabric to his nose, inhaled deeply. “Jorah,” he said flatly. Elara’s stomach dropped. Jorah, one of Kael’s oldest betas. The quiet one with the scarred left eye, the one who had stood silent during the Pit fight, who had nodded when Kael claimed her as queen. The one who had carried messages between the Alpha and the council for years.