Gora Novels & Stories

He laughed and buried his head in his hands. "Ah, fuck. Qiao Mo... " Hila She woke up rather earlier than usual and felt queasy. The day of the Wushi Chin Cooperation annual meeting had arrived and she was to deliver the Wushi Group's proposal to the board. The obvious reason behind the formation of the group was to help the world through annual donations to curb different calamities in different countries.

ADAIRA ~ He took my hand and we both materialised at the pack centre where special events, mating ceremonies, and feasts like these were usually held. There was a huge bonfire in the middle, with seats arranged around it for the guests and Gavrael’s rogues. The members of the Grenshaw pack that I could see were standing around the tables, some serving drinks, some serving food, others taking away used items. The drums and instruments had been arranged at the side, and some shifters from the Grenshaw pack were playing. I was surprised to see some members of the Brookstone pack serving as well, which meant that Gavrael brought them all here so they could be slaves too. The number of them that

Jacob said Yeah....yay

TIME: DAY 18 OF EXILE, 09:00 HOURS. LOCATION: THE DIGITAL WORLD - THE OBSIDIAN BASTION. STATUS: THE WAR COUNCIL. The transition into the Ghost Server was no longer a blinding explosion of agony. Kara (Jinx) had spent the last two weeks refining the haptic buffer, cannibalizing Blackwatch tactical helmets to smooth out the raw data transfer. When Ren (Wraith) logged in, it felt like plunging into an icy river—a sharp, breathtaking shock that quickly faded into a numb, hyper-focused clarity.

Caleb said. Ryan stepped forward slowly. Every instinct in him tightened at once. "No," he said. "Not a door." He reached out, brushing his fingers lightly against the stone. "It is older than that." Aria moved past him before he could stop her. "Aria!" She placed her palm flat against the seam. The reaction was immediate. The mountain responded. A low vibration rolled through the ground beneath their feet, subtle at first, then building. Dust shook loose from the stone walls. The seam began to glow faintly, not with light exactly, but with a shifting distortion, like heat rising off metal.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ ‘Hell Morgathor prison’ is carved in front of the gate, with a skeleton head that’s meant to signify death. The detective gets verified, and the gate opens wide to let us in.

Third person POV: Ravan was busy attending a very high profile and serious meeting with his god father shabbier sheikh and two more Mafia Don’s from foreign country one of them was Anthony Ivanov from Russia while other one was Mustaffa Rehman from Dubai, they both were very popular and considered as deadly and brutual as Ravan in their own countries furthermore as Ravan and shabbier had planned on expanding their weapon and drug’s business in foreign country they were busy planning on having collaborating with both of those Mafia Don’s, Shabbier was in middle of discussing route for safely exporting their weapons and drugs in foreign country when Guddu hastily barged in gaining attention f

Tanna said. "She obviously doesn't." Anita said facepalming. "Okay then explain" I said. "This is Gorontula. It's an Hausa kayanmata. Come to think of it. It's perfect since you're marrying an Hausa man isn't it" Tiara explained. "What does it do then?" I asked. The all looked at each other in silence. I didn't understand what the looks were for. "You're kidding right?" Tiara said glaring softly at me.

the man said terrified, falling down to his knees with his hands clasps. "That was the made from the only flock of griffins left in the entire world. Trix furrowed her brow. He spoke words, yet all she heard was genocide coming out. "And you call me filth," she retorted, sending a deadly silence throughout the entire party.

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