Korra X Amon の小説・ストーリー

You will know very soon," I said. She gasped slightly, stunned. Neither of us moved for a long moment. Then, as if the air between us pulled us closer, I leaned in. So did she. And we kissed. It was soft at first, testing, gentle, like a question. But the moment her fingers brushed my jaw, it deepened. Months of tension melted into that kiss. I’d kissed before. But this… this was something else. When we finally pulled apart, her face was flushed, and my heart was racing. I was about to speak when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Reluctantly, I reached for it, expecting a pack update. Instead, my entire body went cold. Message from Alpha Aaron: “I know she’s with you. Kora belongs to me. I want

“I am Korra Veldane, betrothed to Prince Vasska of the Second House.” Even her name sounded expensive. And she was a fiancée not a girlfriend. “I come bearing a message from your father.” Shock cut through the group like a blade. Even Quinn’s stance shifted. What was she talking about? My father, Alpha Romero, was a sea and barrier away. Safe in the heart of Vargrheim. She reached into her cloak and threw something toward Elio. Quinn moved before it reached him—snatched it from the air. A small sphere, smooth and dark, glowing faintly with red veins.

Several other wolves howl in the distance and we move forward again. Jake~ I let Aamon take control. Somehow we both knew how to do this, and when Rachel climbed over our back, our flames adjusted to her perfectly. ‘Wow, we really are made for eachother,’ I link Aamon. He just grunts like he knew all along that this was exactly what would happen. I doubt that is true, but he definitely is more dedicated to the Goddess than I have been. This all might just change that.

"Do you accept this woman as your mate, your equal, your Luna? Do you swear to stand beside her in peace and war, in joy and sorrow, until your last breath?" "I do," Kael said, his voice ringing clear and certain. "In this life and whatever comes after." Rhyker turned to Korra, and for a moment, his expression softened. "Korra Arwyn. Do you accept this man as your mate, your equal, your Alpha? Do you swear to stand beside him in peace and war, in joy and sorrow, until your last breath?"

Amaria begged and attempted to free herself, but it didn't work. “ You and your comrades know that it is a great sin to interact with Daemons or to even come in contact with one, right?” He asked again as he raised his right eyebrow and continued,“ but you travel with a Daemon ”. That's when Amaria finally noticed. ' Ammon? Where is he?! ' “ Where is he? Where is Ammon? What did you do to him? ” She cried out with a hostile gleam in her eyes; her face warped with rage.

~AMARA~ My father raised me to be the epitome of purity, all just so I could be ruined by another. My father, Amon Ulysses and the alpha of Redthorn pack, had remarried just two months after my mother passed when I was just eight years old, and before I was even born, I had been promised to Jerome, then heir—now Alpha—of Orion Pack as his future Luna. Orion pack was the most powerful pack on the continent; they had an overwhelming population of over three hundred thousand wolves, if the legends were to be believed, their Alpha in turn held insurmountable power over all of Europe.

But I followed him. I could not stay behind. Outside the gates stood a tall man with a thick skin and deep blue eyes. Alpha Kael. He looked even stronger than the last time I saw him. Alpha power was already smelling on his body and he was breathing like thunder. His eyes found me immediately right there as I got lost in thought. “Annie,” his voice cut across the room. “I have come for my mate and my pups.” The woods went silent for a while. I felt another kind of power as Damon touched me.

“Sounds like they’re arguing.” I extracted myself carefully from the blankets and our tangle of limbs, immediately missing his warmth. The cave was very cold now that the heat we’d generated between us had faded. My clothes were scattered nearby. I dressed quickly, trying not to think about last night too much. Amon dressed just as fast, his shadows helping him locate his scattered clothing in the darkness. When he caught me watching, he smiled. “Later,” he promised quietly. “If we survive.” “When we survive.” He pulled his shirt on, wincing slightly as the fabric brushed over the burns Dahlia’s lightning had left. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Both of his hands on either side of my cheeks against the wall. We were now facing each other such that our nostrils were almost touching. I could feel his warm and intoxicating breath fanning my face. My eyes were closed but I could feel his boring holes into my face. "Open your eyes and look up at me, Amora." He gently said and on instinct, I slowly opened my eyes. His aqua blue orbs, when plastered on face, not giving me any chance to look away.

Just another power-hungry meathead like all the other mafia members. A mechanical sound beeped from within as the modern double doors opened. Her sweet smile faltered for a second after seeing Rein’s assistant on the other side. “Hello, I’m sorry I didn’t ask for your name back at the party.” She extended her arm, her palm under as a gesture for a hand kiss. “I’m Kora Renaud.” Her softly spoken voice irritated Damon to a high extent. “What an actress,” he thought. Pretending not to see Kora offer her hand, he looked back inside the manor. “As you can see no one’s here, everyone’s on a business trip.”