Naruto Shippuden Sora Novels & Stories

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.

“I’m sorry Mr Sora. Our class president are already calling us. Please excuse us.” They then leave hurriedly away from them. Sora was also flabbergasted seeing Nathan, he was like a mushroom appearing out of nowhere. They didn’t notice him at all. It was like he have no presence. Hirowe was amused seeing him. “Who is he? I thought Zitrey hate anyone to touch him?” Sora. “He was the rumored partner of Zitrey.” Nathan grip on Zitrey wrist are quite strong. He never speak back only pulling her along the way. He seems angry.

( Evil Spirit) JJ its time. I understand said JJ. So-called Sora over to his house, to catch up like old times. Sora hello? Oh hi JJ how are you? JJ: am good. So Sora do want coming over? to hang out? Sora: Sure thing JJ I'll be there in 20 minutes. JJ: okay see you soon. With that, he hung up the phone. Master, it has been done. ( Evil spirit) Good work my child.

“Nocturnus owns my soul, but not my body. I’ll grant him that—let him manipulate it and move whoever he wishes between worlds through me.” “Interesting!” She clapped her hands excitedly, lowering herself to the level of my lips. “Deal accepted. Let’s seal it.” When she opened her mouth, her teeth were revealed—huge and sharp like a shark’s. Sora kissed me, tearing pieces from my lips and savoring the blood as I roared in agony. When she finally released me, I was thrown backward, my vision beginning to darken as I fell, barely conscious. “But I think you’ll regret your choices, Wolf…” she said, her eager tone echoing through the approaching darkness. “Will your shell withstand Hunter’s power

He never expected that after preparing so many armaments and so many men, the conclusion was that Harvey was still alive, and so was Clarion! This… Sora kept on retreating back as he felt the anger boiling within him. "I am Sora! The scion of the Origin Sword Style! One of the future leaders in Sky Plane! Even if you win, you can never touch me! Otherwise, all of you will die here!"

Hagakure Sorahiko is an amusing little thing. Small, omegan, and funny as hell. The funniest part is that the omega in question would strongly disagree with his assessment. It would probably be more accurate to say that, the omega will strongly reject his evaluation. Seeing as the omega seems to enjoy rejecting his existence. It’s bloody hilarious. ‘Only my friend calls me Sora’. He had obliged, hadn’t he? He calls him ‘Sorahiko’ instead.

A knock. Urgent. Sora’s second-in-command, a wiry woman named Fen, entered, breathless.“Your Majesty. There’s someone at the eastern gate.”My heart leapt.“Who?” Kira asked.“She won’t give her name. But she’s wounded. Burned. And she asked for you.”I didn’t wait for more. I was already moving, boots echoing down the stone corridors, cloak dragging behind me like a second shadow.The woman was slumped against the gate post when I arrived, blood crusted on her brow, her armor scorched. But even beneath the soot and pain, I recognized her.Sora.She looked up as I approached, and the eyes that met mine were wrong.Not broken.Changed.“Sora,” I breathed, falling to my knees beside her. “Where are the

"Who are you?" One of the figures stepped forward into the dim, flickering light of a bioluminescent moss growing on the tunnel walls. It was a woman, her skin mapped with glowing white veins that matched the color of her eyes. She wore a tattered Lagos-style headwrap, but it was reinforced with carbon-fiber plating. "We are the ones your mother forgot to finish," she said, her voice a hollow, metallic echo. "They call me Sora. And if you’re wearing that stone, it means the countdown has already begun."

The head guard demanded, followed by another one while I was trying to catch my breath and soothe the stitch in my side that I had gotten because of running without a break. "Answer me, girl! Who are you?" Before I could say a single word in reply, a voice echoed from the opposite direction in a totally cool tone. "She! She is the Luna of the Apollo pack." The guards immediately turned around to see who had spoken, and a few of them even dropped their hands from my arms in shock. But the moment my eyes met Paul's, it was like everything else fell away from my world.

Lydia said. He turned instantly, a flash of relief crossing his face. “Lydia.” She stepped beside him and slid her hand into the crook of his arm. “Sorry I’m late. I didn’t want to keep my Alpha waiting.” Nina’s smile faltered. “And you are?” “I’m Lydia,” she said sweetly. “Knox’s mate. His Luna. I think you’ve heard of me—or is something else the matter?” There was a pause—thick, uncomfortable silence as the word Luna settled into the space between them.