Matt Sora Digimon Novels & Stories

Rose “Can we check the forest now?” Matt ran his hand through his curls, puffing them up. “Yes, of course.” Zara piped up and started walking towards the side of Sarah’s house. “This way.” ***What do you think of Zara?*** Orion mind linked me as we followed Zara. ***I like her. She is the friendliest person we have met so far.*** I responded. ***Did you see anything else in your vision, or did you tell us everything?***

Aidan’s hand was glowing with a faint, artificial blue light. "Did you think I would stay human while playing with the gods?" Aidan asked. He pulled back his sleeve, revealing a series of ports embedded in his forearm. "I am the architect, Sora. I know every flaw in your design." The laboratory doors behind Sora hissed shut. Outside, the sound of Vardan’s slaughter continued, muffled by the reinforced walls. Sora stood up, his silver eyes fixed on his brother. He felt the frequency in his blood rising, a high-pitched whine that threatened to burst his eardrums. He didn't fight the heat this time. He fanned it.

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.

"My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?" I hit send and after a few seconds the computer dings again and this time the email reads, "It's the Soul Eater. Surviving off of our souls, she gets everlasting life and the only way to get yours back, is to kill her. She has been around for thousands of years and will continue to take people's souls unless someone stops her." Typing one more reply, I send it and a notification comes up, "Unable to send. Please try again."

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

They looked so young, too late teens at best. I feel Matt come up behind me, and he stops. I look over at him, and he's staring at one she-wolf. "Mate!" comes out of his mouth, and in an instant, he's trying to hold onto one of the she-wolves. She's screaming and confused, and she starts to cling to him. I can see the look in her eyes begin to clear. The mate-bond is helping clear her mind. I take a few steps toward them, and to my surprise, Matt growls at me. "Mine." This damn bond is making Matt possessive of his frightened mate. The person his mate fears is me. Oh boy. This is not going to be easy. "Inari, I'm taking over. We will need our Mother Luna aura." I take over from Inari.

“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.

"They call me Sora. And if you’re wearing that stone, it means the countdown has already begun." "Sora was the leader of the First Rebellion," Dante whispered, his hand hovering near the small of my back, ready to draw the shadow-blade he no longer had. Even without his wolf, his instinct to protect me was a physical force in the air. "She was supposed to have been executed in the Purge of '16."

Akira threw her question at me, asking me the same thing I had earlier wanted to avoid—the same question I had feigned ignorance about. Her gaze was fixed on me as she waited for my response, but since it had gotten to that, I knew I couldn't escape it anymore. A small smile curled my lips, and I said to her, "I can never be his mate; I'm just a poor Omega." My voice, although small, was firm enough to convey my hidden intentions—don't even think of it! But the words had barely left my lips when Akira's face broadened with a smile. "I know, Xenra, I know you can never be his mate," She said, "I was just asking. I just wanted to hear your opinion about my brother, if he was someone you could

We had talked a lot about my past life with him and so I knew just as much nos. I watched his fangs elongate, and green veins popping out of his temple neck. Slowly, those long teeth pierced through my skin, between the neck and my shoulder and it went deeper. He removed them almost immediately, obviously not wanting to hurt me, then he licked up the surface. Finally, I was his. Mira Silver Reign. His queen and his Luna. The End.