Novel & Cerita Naruto Shippuden Sora

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 was trying so hard not to yell at Loid the way she always yelled at me. Loid was that one person who was challenging her with everything that she had and it was almost impossible for her to control herself. “Maybe Solana can, since she has nothing else to do. As for Sora, she is training to become a warrior. And until I make her a warrior or she quits, no one can make her do things without my permission.” I gulped hard as I heard Loid's words. I could smell possession on his tone for some reason. But I was unable to understand the reason.

The Hunter in the alley was named Sora. Twenty-three, half-Japanese, trained at a private facility in Oslo that had zero oversight body affiliation, which was the first signal that the program she'd come through had been operating in a deliberate gap. Adrian brought her inside after the event. She was still suppressed — not distressed, just limited, which she clearly hated in the specific way that people who relied on their ability hated not having it. She sat at the table in the back office and looked at all of us with sharp eyes and said very little.

The idea of Zelda facing humiliation, of anyone daring to belittle her, sent my blood boiling. Just as I reached for my sword, Orion's voice rumbled inside my mind. "Wait." I stopped mid-stride, my body still humming with the need for action. "Why?" I demanded. "Because she is our mate," Orion replied, his voice calm but firm. "And our mate is not weak." I knew that. I had seen Zelda fight, had witnessed her resilience and strength. But the thought of her facing this alone—facing a camp full of men who refused to acknowledge her worth—made my insides churn.

The butterflies in my belly flapped happily. “Thanks for saying yes.” He whispered against my lips. I kissed him, “you know there was no way I would have said no.” “It's still expected of me to ask.” He grinned. Sighing, I placed my head on his chest, letting him rock me slowly. My life didn't have to end awfully in the end. I have been reborn to take the place of my father, and fight for the eternal freedom of my people. I am the reborn Luna Kira and I have come to live.

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.

Sora "What the hell are you talking about, Sora?" Zane's voice was no longer confused; instead, it was sharp. Cold. "What the hell are you talking about, Sora?" he repeated, this time his voice was slow. "I've read about it before—how some rare alphas are so powerful they have the ability to heal, take away pain. Some had the power to even give life. I read all about it as a child." His expression didn't change.

Sora explained. His explanations got Yaju’s attention. The young man looked up with his eyebrows slightly facing downward, frowning in confusion. Sora smiled. “Even though you disguised your magic, it is still recognizable, Yaju. It only covers your magic with another layer of magic, different magic. But underneath, it’s still yours. That’s why I know it’s you.” Yaju was no longer frowning, but his expression gradually morphed into a sad one, judging from how fluttery his eyes had become.

“Your Luna is a smart woman. I'm afraid I have underestimated her in so many ways and so many instances.” “Annora is a strong, smart woman. Her wolf may not be as strong as it should be but she has so many potentials in her. Knowing from looking or even hearing is one of them. You don't want to know, Lord Kairel. But that's not all.” “What happened next?” “Then she looked at me—” Sora explained. “She looked at me and told me I could do a good job of getting closer to you while finding out about the truth behind your coming back.”