Novelas y relatos de Zora Greenleaf

"How about nurse Zora, the nurse you sent me on sick leave a month ago?" Ah, right! I almost forgot about her. Zora Sterling was the nurse who took care of me when I was attacked by Erica's wolfsbane. I was initially attracted to her because she looked cute, but after she took care of me for a long time, I realized that she was a competent nurse. One month ago, because Isla was sick and the only treatment that suited Isla was the treatment from the Celestial Dawn pack, I sent Zora abroad to treat Isla. That's why I haven't been able to see her lately.

Nox had arranged for about a dozen or more security cars to accompany me to the venue. It was the Temple's backyard and it was the perfect place because it had an abundance of weeping willows and beautiful flowers. I also loved it because it was also close to a huge lake. All through the ride, my heart continued to hammer and my palms remained sweaty. I, Zora Sparks, was going to officially be the wife and Queen of the ruler of all werewolves and Lycans. I, Zora Sparks, living a fairytale life? Or did I really die when I fell from that cliff and this is some afterlife remix?

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

I hated not being able to start my morning off by seeing his mop of unruly ginger curls paired with his crooked, tired grin. After the meeting last night, we had come straight home and made our way to the library to see Zora. She was already waiting for us when we returned as if she knew we would be coming to her. It didn't take much convincing when it came to protecting the treaty. She was eager to assist us, filling in the role of protector as easily as she had done all these years. I believed everyone—be it human, werewolf, or even fae—had a calling. Zora's calling was clear. She was a keeper and protector and she upheld that position with pride and honor.

It’s a woman’s voice—regal, ancient, and chillingly familiar. "Sovereign Vane, I am High Queen Serafina of the Lunar Colony. We have watched your mother's failure and your father's greed from the silence of the moon. We did not intervene in your 'Zero-Point' squabbles... but you have awakened the Earth-Soul." The silver ships open fire, but not at Zora. They vaporize the International Council’s flagship in a single, silent stroke. "The 'Green Awakening' is not a disease, Zora. It is an Inheritance. And we are here to take our share."

' This and many more thoughts raced through the mind of Daisy Hunter as if she had stepped into a convoluted maze with no clear path forward. The weight of Wade Roberto's proposition settled like a heavy fog in her mind, obscuring her thoughts and clouding her vision of the future. Each step she took towards her car felt like a shuffle through an intricate puzzle, with no discernible solution in sight. The air outside was crisp, a stark contrast to the suffocating atmosphere of the office. Daisy stood beside her car, the file still clutched tightly in her hand, its weight a tangible reminder of the choice laid before her.

“My name is not Michelle Banks. My real name is Zora Adams.” “What are you talking about?” Mr. Newman asked, his brows knitting together. Zora did not hold back and narrated everything, not leaving out any details. It was almost midday by the time she was done talking, with Mr. Newman offering her tissues and words of comfort along the way to encourage her to let it all out. The middle-aged man was sad but smiled faintly. “You should be thankful for all you have been through. Life hits hard, and that is when you know whether you are an egg or shea butter.”

“Jaime, you knew long ago that your mother’s surgery had a very low chance of success. You kept lying to yourself. Doctors aren’t all‑powerful. They can’t bring the dead back to life. You spent ten years torturing my mother and me, blaming everything on us. Now my mother is dead, and I won’t live much longer. Can’t I repay what we owe you with two lives?” Jaime’s eyes shifted away. She could not look at my mother’s portrait. She stepped back several times and ran out of the house. Her retreat looked like panic. I watched her leave and let out a slow breath. My hands looked thin and weak. Without medicine or treatment, I truly did not have much time left. After her excuses were exposed, she a

"Take those eye contact lenses off." "Huh?" "Those blue eye contacts you're wearing. Take them off." I sighed. "Chloe..." "Take them off." I sighed again, a sign of giving in. I stopped my tracks, which made her stopped hers too and placed my books on a random table nearby. I carefully took my contact lenses out and placed them where they belong. "See?" Chloe said as I picked my books up again. "You look so much better with green eyes." "Thanks," I grinned. "It's so weird to go on without them. It just feels..."

The tranquility of the woods was perfect for such practice. Zyra found a small clearing, a space bathed in sunlight where she could freely practice without the risk of setting the forest ablaze. She stood in the center, taking a deep breath to center herself. The air was crisp and cool, carrying the earthy scent of pine and moss. Closing her eyes, she focused on the energy within her, feeling the familiar warmth of her power beginning to stir.