Haru Dan Sora Novels & Stories

Haru replied, his voice barely audible as he drifted into a peaceful slumber, his body cocooned in the alpha’s strong arms. Jiro stayed still for a moment, listening to the steady rhythm of Haru’s heartbeat as it synced with his own, a testament to the bond they shared. He traced gentle patterns on Haru’s skin, marveling at how perfectly they fit together, as if they were made for each other.

From the sounds, I could tell he was watching more shows, looking up online for every article he could find on Sora. "Sora is alive." Elias said in relief when I sat beside him as tears poured down his eyes. He zoomed a picture of Sora holding his daughter, both laughing as they looked into each others eyes. Her name is Ramona Megumi York. She's two years old and her resemblance with Elias is uncanny. Her blonde hair extra curly, in pigtails. She had Elias' grey eyes with dimples that made her smile beautiful. She was a blend of their complexion, a little brown and had Sora's nose.

he teased her making her roll her eyes, "Don't you have anything better to do, Samuel?" she asked, walking past him. "I do actually but—" "ya! Kira!" both Saga and Kira turn around but the reaction that they both have was entirely different. Kira was the first one to react when the person who called her embrace her into a hug while Saga was just standing there, dumbfounded. Staring at the scene in front of him. He blink once, and twice, and he keep blinking as if this was some kind of a sick dream. For the third or maybe fourth time tonight -he honestly lose count, he found himself frozen at his spot. "What the..."

Haru sets his fork down—meets her eyes. **Haru:** “Honest? I want to master the sunrise. Like Seras. Not for fame—just… to protect people. The way she did. The way we did yesterday. But I don’t want it to be alone.” He reaches across—takes her hand. **Haru:** “I want you there. Wherever that is. College—maybe Storm Academy if Celeste lets me in. Or here, building something. Pack and fire. Earth and sunrise. Together.”

“Does an alpha really need a reason to hurt an omega?” Aronohai Miyamura is a dominant alpha, and Hagakure Sorahiko is an omega— he’s never needed a reason to do anything. “But he was always so kind to you…? He always had his eyes on you. Even I noticed, Sora….”. I don’t think she knows it, but everything she’s saying makes it hurt even worse. “He would joke with you…You even stopped being afraid of him! So why?…Why would he do this?…”.

Sora growled. Sora pressed Aidan’s arm against the wall until his sibling’s bone snapped with a sickening *crack*. His silver eyes glowed with an ice-cold hatred, ready to tear apart anything that had ever tried to control his life. Vardan stood behind him, staring at his hybrid’s back with a mixture of pride and horror. Their bond was now permanent, sealed with blood, pain, and a transformation that could never be reversed. The great war had just begun, and Sora was the storm that would destroy everything.

But unlike the Eros that Arthur had, Haru is treasuring and filial type of love and longing. “She is as beautiful as what I remember of her.” Standing under the Sakura tree by which gentle wind is blowing a young maiden’s light to dark purple umbra colored hair that resembles the clear night sky. Arthur is stunned as their eyes met and her voice echoes. “Who are you?” Both Haru and Farah are taken by the meeting of the shard and equivalent existence of their parents into this world and book. Though they are too prideful to not admit anything. The longing is too strong that they are having a hard time to control themselves not to interfere.

“Name yourself.” “Lady Sora.” Her eyes shifted to him. Red spread slowly across her irises. “Servant of Orochi. Keeper of his table. Voice of his hunger.” Kiyomi whispered, “Very dramatic.” Sora’s smile widened. “You must be the sister.” Hayate stepped in front of Kiyomi. Sora tilted her head. “Protective already?” His blade lifted. “Try me.” She laughed softly. The sound echoed from every tunnel. Then the missing people walked out behind her.

The human and dragon suddenly became bashful, and Roman almost giggled again. “H-his name is Sora,” Roman said before pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, and the King's eyes darkened, wanting to pluck that lip from his teeth and suck on it. “Sora… I've never heard that name before. It's unique and beautiful like you! I love it!” Ezra said, and Sora gave a little rumble, his version of an Omega wolf's chirp, before he began nuzzling Ezra's face, thrilled that his mate loved his name.

Aya’s intrepid gaze darts between us nervously, and it’s only the presence of Sokin that stops the Haru from hitting his intended target. His’s wet lips on her cheek, and his big brown eyes follow her gaze to Sokin. “What do you want?” Haru braces his arm behind her, standing to one side. “Think it’s time for us to go,” Tien’s leaf green eyes fill with worry between the murderous glares he’s getting between myself and the entitled Lord frosting Hosa. Tien drags the wolf in the opposite direction. All but tossing him over his shoulder as they retreat down the hall we came in, despite Haru’s tipped protests.