Zorua Novels & Stories

I really don't know what's funny. Jade's shorter than me. Latin American, olive skin, big green eyes and she's kinda pretty. She dresses in tight clothing sometimes and I'm always tempted to take her to a corner and tell her her choice of clothing is too tight. I don't know why she dresses like that though, it's like she has this massive crush on Leo with the way she throws her arms around him when they stop to talk. And she always giggles a lot.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

The earth that she remembers isn’t as green nor was its sky as blue as this. “Where am I? And where is my Roya?” “Roya? Do you mean your Kebano?” “K-kebano?” And then a cotton-like creature appeared and it was exactly like Roya but black. Then the guy who was keeping a lopsided smile pointed at it. “His name is Zed, my Kebano. He is loyal and does come in handy most of the time.” “Fuwa!” “He said you have one too.” “You understand him?” she questions him.

] Will despaired at the thought, but he was too terrified to move. The armored Orc's yellow narrow eyes calmly ȧssessed the situation in front of him. He looked back at the two Orcs who accompanied him and said something Will didn't understand. The Orc then slowly walked towards the cave entrance completely ignoring Chief. This made Chief furious and he charged the big Orc, however all the Orc did was wave his hamaxe towards where Chief was approaching. The blow bȧrėly grazed Chief, as he was able to dodge it ahead of time. However the Orc just let out an annoyed growl, as if using any more effort on this Goblin was just a waste of time. He still swung again though, and this time the blunt e

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

ZARA I stood before the portal, my heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, I am about to return back to my past after a long time. I felt heartbroken and sad, Ezra is dead, I can’t lie, I’m beyond heartbroken. “Mother, let’s go!” Luis said, he immediately pulled me and we jumped into the portal. We instantly landed in front of Ezra’s great castle, my eyes looked around calmly, It looked the same way. Suddenly, a pack of Lycan Werewolves immediately stood before us.

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.

This realm only has shifters, so naked seems to be a way of life. "You really don't like Uncle Ashrac?" Zara asks. I know it's not Zora because while they might be wearing identical shorts and shirts, I noted the different colored bows in their hair when they introduced themselves. I can't help wondering if their mom had to put dots on their feet when they were babies to tell them apart. I'm sure it was easier after their personalities came out but I'm having trouble with the boys; it's a shame they don't wear hair bows.

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"