Matt Sora Digimon Novels & Stories

They’re using moon magic to send it back and forth. One of them notices me watching. “You want to play?” he asks. I’m surprised by how friendly and welcoming his tone is. “That’s okay,” I say. “I don’t really know how.” “You’re the one Wilder brought back, right?” the guy says. I nod. “I’m Hax,” he says. “Milo.” “Good to meet you.” It’s like he doesn't even care that I’m a hybrid. Or maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe Wilder and the High Sorcerer aren’t spreading that part around just yet. It would make sense. I’d probably keep it quiet if I was in their position.

Then out of nowhere, he burst into laughter. “Ehh guys, you’re not going to believe what we have here. This one…this one is a solarian. The goddess has brought us a bountiful sacrifice.” There it was again. The damning word. A solarian. A human. Yesterday, I would have been confused. But today, I understood the distinction he meant and my heart almost ripped open at the realization of his words. Right in front of me, the other wolves turned through a rigorous and extremely difficult process of their bones cracking.

No digital backup. THE SETUP Sora was different from the other recruits. Her records were quiet. Too quiet. Clean prints, no G****e or social media presence, flawless polygraph scans, but Matteo didn’t trust easily. Still, he obeyed Antonioni’s order to “send the smart one.” Sora was a tech whiz. Didn’t speak much. Always watching. Always processing. “Your mission,” Matteo said in the van outside the crumbling judiciary block, “is to break into the Whisper Vault and retrieve the latest backdoor into Lorenzo’s western web. Clone it. Do not open it. Do not decrypt it. Just copy and leave.”

Just thinking about her with someone else made him cry more and he didn't know when he slept off. Damien was dreaming about Ariel . In the dream, he saw Ariel dressed in a white, long robe and she was coming towards him with a huge smile on her face. He was on the bed too, smiling at her. She was holding something, but he couldn't see it. It was a little bit blurry, but as she was coming closer to him, the stuff in her hand was also becoming clearer. When she moved really close to him, the thing she was holding became really clear. It looked like she was holding his heart in a glass bowl. Damien was confused and he looked closer. Yes, it really was his heart, beating in a glass bowl. As soon

Ro looked at the Sora before gazing at the door in readiness for the small voices bickering outside it. Then the door opened and two small boys ran inside, diving for Sora immediately before a woman stepped inside yelling, "Stop running!" The boys ignored her as they giggled into Sora's stomach. "Luna, meet Muni, Apikai's mate." Sora introduced. Ro stared at the woman. She was putting on a plain tee and jeans and she looked to be about five feet and seven inches. Ro noticed her smooth rose beige skin and if she was being honest, although gorgeous, the woman didn't have a soft face like Sora. Instead, this woman had sharp features, a resting bitch face that could put anyone off. Her eyelids w

Tyler is still laying on the ground with his head on his mate’s lap, while his mate gently strokes his back. I have to admit when I found out that Theo’s mate is human, I thought that my cousin would never get a chance to have pups of his own. When he lost May and Matt, I never thought that I would see the old Theo again. However, as I watch the two, the old happy go lucky cousin is back. Without even knowing it, Tyler has managed to heal Theo. The only piece missing now is the hole Matt left when he passed away, but as soon as Tyler gets pregnant, that hole will heal too.

Each type has its own subclasses, each named after its strengths and weaknesses. Mitalonys is a Fury Dragon, so he gets his power from rage, making it his strength, but too much rage can take over his mind making it a weakness as well. Werewolves are always saying that their wolf’s strengths are theirs as well, but that is not actually true. The animal you shift into has different strengths and weakness than you do, so you must refer to them as so. Mitalonys can manipulate fire and rage is what affects his power, not mine. Without my dragon, I would be just a normal human girl, and probably dead by now.

My mind snapped back to reality and I shoved myself off of him, cheeks red hot with embarrassment. “S-sorry” I said, wringing my hands together before looking him in the eyes. “Thank you, truly. You saved my life back there…?” “Elliot. Elliot Bishop, but you can just call me Eli" he stuck his hand out. “Tamara Jones” I firmly shake his surprisingly soft hands. “Tamara. That’s a pretty name.” “Well Eli, it’s a very fine pleasure to meet you. That was a very brave thing for you to do. How did you get us out, by the way?” The fuzzy memory of him potentially jumping off the cliff flashed in my mind.

He gave me a smile and without a word he leant in to kiss my lips softly. Wow. "Indeed I am and you are my Luna. " he said. This could not be right surely. This guy was adamant that I was his mate and sure I felt the connection but it was happening so quickly. I tried to get up from the bed but he held his hand out stopping me. "You can't get up yet. You have had a nasty fall." He insisted. "I remember going into the forest and something was calling to me. I .. I don't remember what happened but my shoulder. It.. it... " I felt my shoulder and frowned as the memory of that stinging sensation as it flooded my mind.

Sora wasn’t listening to anyone. Not the fairy guards. Not my father. Not even the Fairy Queen herself.. The wolf’s eyes stayed locked on me as if the rest of the world no longer existed. The corruption surged again beneath my skin. Sora lost what little control he had left. His claws hit the glowing floor hard enough to crack stone as he pushed harder toward me. “No!” Mom shouted again. The symbols around me flickered dangerously. “Johanis, control your wolf!” “I’M TRYING!” We could hear him scream. But Sora wasn’t trying to be controlled.. that was the problem. As he was terrified. I could feel it through the mate bond now beneath all the rage and violence.