Zeraora Novels & Stories

NOTHING is ever more important than Ara. That is the thing Ara learned after being discharged from the J Hospital. For whatever reason her parents were convinced that staying with Van is better for her health and safety. Van, short for Vanluke, literally never left her alone even when she’s taking a private bath in a private property mansion somewhere in Luzon near no neighborhood in the middle of a mountain. When she got there something tells her that she’s been there before but recollection of solid memories. Van is incredibly wealthy to have a security team patrolling the corners of his mansion. But more importantly, even if Van does have to leave her side for a brief hour of shower, he’d

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Things that can be kept in a smaller bag. “Are you sure you want to go alone?” Darnell asks as he lifts a small girl in his arms. Zera is a cute little thing with blonde hair and green eyes. She looks almost nothing like him, so I can only assume she looks like her late mother. I’ve only seen her once or twice as she is too little to learn how to fight yet. She’ll start eventually though as I can already tell from the little things she does and says, that she will easily take Darnell’s place as a Beta, or maybe even a Luna if her mate turns out to be an Alpha. Whatever the future holds for her, she is going to be quite the bossy little madam for quite some time. It probably is all Darnell’s

“I can perceive entities over there, but that’s all.” “We need to work on your sight.” “Name the day.” I glanced at Brett with a mild frown. Yeah, it didn’t take a psychic to see those two had some kind of chemistry going. “Is Kujo around?” I whispered. “Oh, my, there he is!” Amy covered her mouth, eyes like grapefruits. “Oh, Fran, I wish you could see him! He looks so good!” She turned to me and I was surprised to see the wet spark in her eyes. “He developed an animal shape. Picture a wolf the size of a grizzly, with long black fur. A warg, that. That’s how he looks. Fierce but pretty in his own fashion.” She looked ahead again, shaking her head slowly. “Oh, my girl. You should be so proud.

The other werelions, upon hearing Zora's loud roar emerged from their workshops and factories, curious to see who the newcomers were. And as Melinda and Kieran stepped closer to Zora, he greeted them with a big smile, and they felt the heat radiating from his muscular frame. His fur was a deep shade of gold — tawny, to be factual, and his piercing eyes sparkled with a fierce intelligence that left them awestruck. Zora's smile was warm and inviting, and he huddled towards them, wrapping his strong arms around both of them in a tight embrace. Kieran and Melinda didn't know who Zora was. But they just played along, exchanging conflicted glances, as Zora held tight unto them.

"A Crysta has the chance to borrow a body for a few years. In those years, they have to find people who are in dire need of help. Seven people in total. If they manage to get that seven, then they get a body and unlimited powers but if in the course of getting seven people, they fail then they die immediately. Isra's powers have helped her. I'm guessing this is her seventh person and if we can manage to stop them before they succeed then Isra will be gone forever." "Succeed in what way?" I asked. "If Isra manages to help Georgina with whatever she's planning then that's the end. I want to help you stop her," Zora said. "You'd help to kill your own twin sister?" I asked again. "You really don