Zora Loz Novels & Stories

He picked up the information his assistant had gathered about the man and flipped through it carefully. Huh! He remembers this boy called Claude. Four years ago, when Zora first moved to Los Angeles, he asked Zora to watch a game with him. Although he showed up just in time to bring Zora's attention back to him, he still remembered the threat this man brought to him. A sunny, handsome, athletic football quarterback. Both he and Zora have graduated. Zora is now an independent curator, and Claude is a professional football player. Zora had already forgotten about him, but last week his team made a deal with Zora's studio, so the guy named Claude started coming around to Zora under various pret

I don't know how she learned all that amid a busy life, but I'll try to trust her for now. Ah, is this what made Ms. Archer interested in Zora? It seems like she has weighed Zora's abilities in all aspects. And Ms. Archer's competent guidance cannot be doubted. Not bad. "This will be the last question. Have you given your loyalty to anyone other than the Alpha Kings?" Zora suddenly shook her head. "Of course not. I dedicated my life to the Celestial Dawn pack. I've only given my loyalty to the Alpha Kings." I leaned forward slightly. "I see. If I asked you to swear an oath, would you do it?"

Zora and I resumed our dance, now accompanied by the murmur of lively conversation around us. “I'm sorry about that, Hunter. Ignis has a peculiar way, but you get used to it.” “It's okay,” I replied. “I don't have a Peeira to compare, so I'll accept her the way she is.” Zora smiled, appreciating my understanding. However, she added with a playful tone, “Ignis is probably jealous.” I arched an eyebrow, surprised. “Jealous? Of what, or rather, of whom?” Zora glanced away for a moment before answering. “Probably of me. Since my mother died, Ignis has treated me like a daughter. But that's a long story, and I don't want to spoil our celebration with it now. I hope you understand.”

that had nearly leveled the continent. "Zora..." Dante whispered, his voice cracking as he reached out a trembling hand. The moment his fingers touched the crystalline surface, a shockwave of pure memory slammed into him. He didn't just see Zora; he felt her. He felt the "Lagos-grit" she had used to shield him from the core’s detonation. He felt the absolute, crushing weight of the responsibility she had taken on—becoming the literal ground-wire for a planet’s worth of energy.

No one knows a thing. You're safe. I opened my eyes. The color had reduced in their intensity. It was working, so I continued assuring myself. No one knows a thing, Zora. Just go out there and be your usual self. You are Zora, the weak wolf. No one would suspect you."

she said. “Woman like me? What does that even mean?” I asked. “Zora, you are a strong and intelligent woman and you still have so much to live for and a fighting spirit that I’ve always admired, you’re not one to let something like this pull you down so easily,” she said. I shook my head at her words. “The Zora you’re talking about is dead,” I said. “No she’s not, you’re still breathing fine you’ve just hidden that part of you and you now live under this facade that you can never be like that again,” she said.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

The pack remains quiet, looking up at Zac with a mixture of curious and nervous glances. “As you know Luna Isla came to Clear Creek from TRTC. Living there when she was 14 after the untimely passing of her Grandmother who belonged to the Cedar Fall's pack, and before that, she lived in Blood Oak. Isla is the daughter of disgraced former Beta Alec Miller and deceased heroic warrior Lyla Miller.” Small gasps and whispers start to dance around the room.

Just like her, he also had a confused look on his face. “Why did you transfer your salary into my account?” “Isn’t it obvious?” Aurora retorted as she folded her hand across her chest, “I don’t want to be indebted to you” “We talked about this aura, it was all for Liam” She smirked, “ for Liam?I am already grateful that I got to experience genuine love from that innocent boy but what did you do?on the day he was buried…..” she didn’t even want to think about it because she felt disgusted.

delicate looking creatures! Impossible! "Believe me Luna, our father was the King of Constancia. One of the three kingdoms that rule the Land of Lore. The other two; Lotho, is ruled by Aswangs, the shape-shifters and Grendlar ruled by Witches and Sorcerers." "You are half fairy Luna." Alta too, approached her. "That is why you have abilities unlike other normal humans. Just like Morga, you have the gift of sight that allows you to see through the future."