Korra X Amon 소설 & 이야기

It went for Amara. Not to kill her... Corvus wanted her breathing. It went to grab her. To take her off the rock, to break her concentration, to break her grip, because someone down on that gray horse had stopped being patient, stopped being cold, stopped being the one fixed thing in all her lives. He was screaming up the slope in a voice gone ragged with something I had never once heard in him... not in three years of being hunted by him, not at the clearing, not ever. Get her hands off it. GET HER HANDS OFF IT. His wolves obeyed the order without understanding the words. I understood the words. And I understood, in the middle of bleeding on a rock, that we had finally found the bottom of C

Sticking her right hand out, Amara quietly said, “I am Amara Nisga’a of the White Wolf clan. I am from Alaska.” Kane stood looking at her hand and move towards the head of the bed. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead and told her, “My Amara, there will be no hand shaking. The only way you greet me is with those sweet plump lips.” And then he kissed her. Once he let her loose, he sat on the edge of the bed. Talon quickly inquired, “How was it? Was it everything we ever thought it would be?” Amara responded with bright red cheeks, “Holy crap, Talon! You have no idea. I want more kisses.” She was staring at Kane as she answered her sister. To which he leaned forwards and kissed her more deeply

“I’m tired of carrying things.” “You and me both.” The air between us stills, heavy with something unsaid. Korra exhales. “But now we know.” I glance at her. “Know what?” “That we were never broken.” We fall into silence again, but it feels different this time. Not heavy. Not sharp. Just real. Kita finds us an hour later. She’s in full armor now—long black steel, polished and marked with silver. She looks like a war general from another age.

“Hey, beauty queen, can we talk?” Taylor and I turn to the voice. Kell is standing behind Taylor with his arms crossed in front of his chest, looking intimidating. Taylor’s about six inches shorter than Kell. “Hey, Taylor.” Kell greets in an unfriendly voice. Taylor gives Kell his own measuring look and replies firmly, “Hey Cross, I didn’t know you knew Amara.” Kell quirks his luscious mouth and gives him a daring smirk. “Actually, Taylor, Amara is my girlfriend.”

“You can just tell me what you saw. My life has been chaotic anyway.” “No,” Samantha said. “I don’t know, but for some reason, I can’t seem to connect to you or sense anything.” Kyra could see the confusion on her face. It was as if something was not right somewhere. * In Arkadia, rumors were quick to spread like wildfire once Kyle was brought back. Aamon was immediately informed and he became furious. He left his room at once and marched to the room where their guest was, the one from the Vatican. The man had also heard the news and he wasn’t taken by surprise when he saw Aamon march inside the room where he was with his eyes blazing with anger.

She breathes out and before I get a chance to respond she shakes her head and says, “Look, I’m sure you’re one of the ones who think I have a ‘hot body’ or whatever, but if Aamon finds out that you did anything to me, I swear, you’ll regret even looking my way.” Mateo says, “Aurora!” She snaps her head at him and says his name in a questioning tone, “Mateo?” Her head moves around as she realizes where we are before her eyes land on Mateo. She shakes her head and says, “Oh, goddess, you are messing with the wrong people, Mateo. Aamon is an extremely jealous man! He’ll have your head when he realizes that you took me.” Dad couldn’t keep quiet anymore and he says, “Aamon won’t be able to do any

My lips lifted into a smile. "What is your name?" His expression was warm and friendly. "Amara. And yours?" I blurted out. Damn, can I not shut my mouth? "My name is Roan." The smile never left his face. I couldn't believe it. He was the beta and very down to earth. Suddenly I spotted an injury on his wrist. I gasped. "Goddess, you are bleeding, Beta Roan." He glanced at his injury and shrugged. "It is fine, it is healing."

Amara was crying for help until some heavy footsteps were heard, which she knew were familiar. The room was lighted as someone entered the room with a lamp. His eyes were blue as ice. He was tall, sculpted with broad shoulders. He then put down the lamp and lit up his cigar as he smoked in the room and proceeded with a long sigh. “Would you want me to kill all of you?” he asked warily. “Killian?” Klaud, who also harmed Amara, had spoken in sudden disbelief. “I knew it!” Killian, one of the top warrior wolves, yelled.