Zoro X 소설 & 이야기

Just as I had expected, Felix rarely spends time at home since he assigned Zoro to be my bodyguard, or more or less my shadow, that's a much better description since he follows me literally everywhere apart from the restroom. I've also been keeping an eye on Zoro also, carefully observing things he likes and doesn't like. For one, I noticed he loved drinking vodka, so I aimed to drug him using his favorite drink. Despite trying to warm up towards Zoro I've made sure not to give him things to eat or drink often, aside from when we go to the mall and he sees me buying it, most times he politely declines, this was so that he wouldn't know I have something up my sleeves.

A thing utterly forbidden to her kind. He came not through the door, but from the shadows themselves, the darkness coalescing into a form of immense, terrifying power. Zoran. His skin was the deep red of fresh blood, his horns swept back from a face of brutal, angular beauty. His eyes burned with the amber fire of the abyss, and his wings, vast and leathery, folded against his back. The sheer, raw masculinity of him made Vyxaria’s mouth water, her pussy clenching in immediate, aching response.

***** Xandros, I gently called out to my sister, "Zyla, please have something to eat." She only glanced at the food I was having. Zyla is my younger sister and the legal wife of Zandro, the son of Skull, the esteemed first elder of the ZORNZON clan. She's been hiding from them because she can no longer bear the pain in her heart. I can't blame her, considering her unique power over memories and sadness. The intensity of her pain is far greater than what an ordinary person would experience.

To eventually be able to forgive himself enough to think he belonged at her side. With Neo in the picture, that hopeful future seemed even further away than it had been before. Neo approached Zora, looking her over. “You are injured,” he said. Zora looked down. “I’m… not?” But Thorne could see now that he was looking that she had scuffed up her knee, likely in an effort to flee Neo or Kairos’ grabs. “Oh,” she said. “That needs healing,” Neo said. “It’s not a big deal. I can barely feel it.”

Splinters explode into the air, but in the middle of the chaos I hear a commanding Alpha roar I wasn’t expecting. “Stop the fucking fire! Patriarch Lorenzo, I’m Enzo Bianchi. Call off your men!” Finally, I can think with some clarity, and Alpha Bianchi’s pheromones hit my nose. “Leo, stand down!” I roar, and the clearing goes still again. I rise just enough over the logs and see him step out with his hands up, a peace signal. I scan the area. His men are sheltered inside, and I sense a few more hidden in the woods.

The clearing glowed with the twinkling fairy lights that adorned every tree, and the torches that had been lit along the path to illuminate the participants' way. Brand stood in front of the Yggdrasil feeling like his throat was being constricted by a stiff collar rather than a soft tunic. He wore a bearskin over one shoulder to symbolize strength and protection. He was also glad of its warmth as the first snows had started to fall just in the last week. He huffed as Brodi clapped him on the shoulder. "Nervous yet?" he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested.

“Roro, cool” “Now that we’ve been introduced can we get on with our meeting?!” the King cuts through our conversation, he looks pissed. “Sorry King Tyler, I hadn’t realized you were here” “everyone this is Roho as you’ve heard she is a warrior from the Woods pack, Roho this is Cory the Beta, Harry my commander and Astrid” “his fiancée” the pretty she wolf adds “nice to meet you all”

Xander's cool voice cuts through my thoughts. I take a deep breath. Ragnar only glances back. "It's okay, Zoya," I mutter to myself, remembering that Xander was always like this—cold, opening up only to what he believed in. Once upon a time, I was part of what he believed in too. "It's Zoya," I say. There's no reply. Only silence that cuts deeper than any outburst would have. I look back at the screen, wondering if he ended the call, and finally,

Their leader now seems weak in their eyes for targeting such a respectable group and it shows. "Thank you. We weren't expecting such manners from the females harvested from Earth. So you must know I am Zor. The females beside me are my fellow Makskins. We are the true prizes this Harvest," Zor says furthering the divide between herself and her comrades. I just bow again. Nothing she says can get past my exterior now. I feel invincible. "Yes, we know who you are, and as for who is chosen first as the best prize...That is yet to be seen," I reply as I slowly raise my head, and lock eyes with her.

I didn’t care. I wanted her to see me like this. Unafraid and Unbroken. “Look a’ me,” I said softly. Her lip curled, but she said nothing. “I am not ya dog,” I continued, my voice steady. “I am Zoraya. Daugta of Queen Melody. Sista ta Aaron and Giovanni. And natin ya do we eva put me back in a cage.” Her fingers tightened on the bars until they trembled. Her nostrils flared. But still, she didn’t speak. She couldn’t. Because the truth was already written in my tone.