Matt Sora Digimon Novels & Stories

Luna Lovegreen admits happily. "I'll do it." Luna Leloup raises her hand. "My mate will support it as well. He's far too busy arguing with your mate, Luna Lovegreen, to know what he's supporting or not." "I will as well," Luna Horvat announces. "I have two girls. My mate is pushing for the third right after I gave birth not even a year ago. I'm tired. I'll support you, dear."

“Emma, mates are not by choice. It’s in your DNA. You are his perfect match. Selene made it so” My mom had talked about Selene from time to time but I wasn’t aware of the whole ‘mate’ thing. “Em, I tried telling you gently that he is our mate. This is a good thing! You will be a luna!”. I choked on Morg’s words. A luna?! Oh dear lord. I can’t even pick an outfit, let alone run a pack. Once again, grace could see the struggle on my face.

Matt turns around, preparing himself for the impact, so the snowball hits his back. -"A serious case of split-personality. I see." I say before Matt shoots yet another snowball. My attempts to dodge this one fail drastically, and it hits my face. Faking being hurt, I left myself falling into the snow. -"Sh*t! Naomi, Babe, you okay?" In a distraught way, Matt rushes towards me. His hands grip my shoulders gently, pulling me to a sitting position. Taking advantage of his position, I drop a handful of snow inside his sweater. "Ahh... Cold!" He cringes as I laugh loudly. "You trickster. Are you sure you are not a Kitsune?"

Jacob’s POV, “I don’t know what’s going on, but Sadie and her parents are on there way back now.” Doctor Kim sat me down and told me. We had to be there when they released her to me at the police station where they would be arrested for leaving with her. Sadie had a lot of talents but mind control was not one of them. I was confused but happy at the same time. I couldn’t wait to get my girl back. “Just understand this. Even though Sadie’s parents bring her back. We still have to prove that Sadie is not crazy and can cope in this world without help.” I understood what the doctor was saying, but as long as I had Sadie I knew this was all going to work out.

It contained tons of portrait photos. Sora - Page 14 has my face. Hope that helps. Then Issei proceeded to open page 14 to see her picture. It shows a beautiful busty girl with a shoulder length pink hair with pink eyes. She wears what appears to be a magician robe with a black and purple color and she also wears a purple habit on her head. She has big boobs. (https://alicesoft.fandom.com/wiki/Mifa if you want her image). Issei just calmly says that.

Crista smiled and stepped closer. Katrina nodded, reaching up to touch my face. Why can’t I feel that? I don’t even smell her. I should be able to smell her. This has to be a trick. That damn witch is messing with me. That fucking bitch, I’m tired of her games. “He has a bit more color than yesterday. It’s slow, but he’s coming back. Alexander, Zio Damon, and André swear that the mate bond can bring someone back. And that it can be done even if the pair aren’t marked and fully mated.” Katrina sighed. This was surreal to hear and see Katrina but only through the mirror. I still don’t believe what I’m seeing.

They were the discarded drafts of the same artist. One Dreg managed to latch onto Sora’s shoulder, its teeth sinking into the lead-lined cloak. Sora didn't flinch. He grabbed the creature’s head and looked it in the eyes. For a split second, he saw a flash of a human memory in those clouded pupils—a playground, a mother's face, a life before the lab. "I’m sorry," Sora whispered. He released a burst of white light from his palm. The Dreg’s eyes rolled back as its nervous system was peacefully overloaded. It slumped to the ground, finally quiet.

She asks, horrified. Mattel’s smile is frayed and brittle and not at all amused. “No,” he hums. “But it could have killed you.” Regina’s eyes widen. Mattel tilts his head, as if observing her. “What a special little creature you are,” he murmurs. “Maria and Damian were right then. There is something about you.” His thumb shifts, now, resting just above Regina’s pulse point, pressing just gently enough that it sends a shiver down Regina’s spine.

Slowly, I took one step after the other to get close enough to be sure I wasn’t seeing things. “I’m sorry, Luna but this was all that we found.” He stretched the object to me. Dame’s stuffed toy covered in blood. I crashed to the ground and the sight of it and Tristan rushed over to me as I saw the world spin right before my eyes. I couldn’t cry. Couldn’t scream. I was numb because every single scenario my brain processed about my boy and the reason his toy was the only thing was found, did unspeakable damage to my mind. The realization dawned on me and unable to face that kind of reality right now, unable to bear the pain that was eating me up molecule by molecule, I surrender to the darkne

She was the peacekeeper among us with a good heart, even if her mind focused on appearance more than it should. I was the nerdy one of the group. While the other four dreamed of men and a knight to take them away on his white horse, I dreamed of facts and figures, equations, or anything mathematical. I couldn't help mumbling my reply, "My mom gave me hers." "But that's bad luck." This came from Sarora, the outspoken of our lot, after a loud gasp.