روايات وقصص ضمن Zora Loz

The halls are eerily quiet without the usual chatter and talks of the students. I reach my locker and start to input my code when I feel a hand grab my arm spin me, pushing my back against the lockers. Zander lifts a hand and fiddles with a loose strand of hair. Sparks instantly fly through me with his contact. Kia is bouncing around, all happy having contact with our mate. "You have been very distracting to me this afternoon, sweetheart, " Zander's husky voice enters my left ear. His warm breath on my neck sends shivers through me, making me feel things I have never felt before.

I ask snarling, ready to release Zeus at any moment. "Woman. Zosia. She is a dark witch vampire hybrid. She's not as good with her dark witch powers but her vampire side can wield her powers better. She is a strategist. She is very smart, and strong.." "Is there someone else she was going after?" He nods. "She knows a powerful light witch that has an Alpha mate that is injured. She's fetching them." 'Kylo. Finish him. ' He smiles and nods. Before I can watch the show, I dart out of the bunker. I linked the man to bring the helicopter. The whole association is a part of our pack. I let him know to pick up Melody and Kylo once I am on the ground..

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.”

"They aren't a place, Papa. They're Siphon. And they've already started eating Mama." The "Original" Zora wasn't a victim in stasis. She was the System Architect. And she didn't want a sister; she wanted a fresh set of organs.

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."

His expression dropped and I felt guilty for a second before Mrs Lane called on me. "Zora, you have a visitor." I turned my head to the other end of the counter and I saw her. Sharon Myles. One of the top models we have in the country, she was everything I aspired to be and more. She had this regal look and her outfit was on fire. She had that aura, a strong essence around her as she stood waiting for me. Mrs. Lane ushered her to a seat at the end of the room. I couldn't believe that she was here, looking for me.

that's a whole different story. Behind Chase, as he approached, was Zora, pushing a wheelchair with an air of exaggerated elegance. Her face was a masterpiece of artificial enhancement: thick layers of foundation, blush, and powder created a mask-like effect, while her bright red lipstick seemed to gleam with an almost malevolent intensity. Her eyelids sparkled with a heavy coating of blue eyeshadow, and her lashes were so heavily mascaraed they looked like tiny, black feathers.

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.