Pirate Sora Novels & Stories

Sly was currently in his fourth month of age and his resemblance to Sora was uncanny as well as his personality and his eyes differed greatly from Sora. Sora didn't seem to care about Sonya as he stared at Sly who stared back at him with a pacifier in his mouth. Sly seemed so relaxed seeing Sora but it wasn't the same for Sora. He looked utterly terrified but maintained eye contact with Sly who smiled at him like he knew he was his mother. "I don't feel so good." Sora said as he covered his mouth, his cheeks puffing and I immediately dropped Ren but I was late. Sora puked on the ground and I grabbed his bag, handling it to Gretel who rushed quickly and took the bag.

So I was my father's daughter, but he hated me more than he hated his enemies, for reasons I didn't know. Sora, my handmaiden, sank next to me, the bed sinking with her weight and she propped me up, fixing the wooden brush in my silver hair, detangling the locs. We sat before the mirror, my furrowed gaze fixed on my reflection. “Princess Annora,” Sora called out, her head bowing courtly and her lips curled into a smile, “Perhaps your mate is yet to be born. I mean, he's the god of seven seas, with eyes as piercing as fish.”

Heh. The sky is blue, the grass is green, and I—Hagakure Sorahiko—must have completely lost my damn mind. Please call me Sora, my only friend calls me Sora. I'm Sora and I am a male omega. Yes, you heard that right I am a male omega, I have heats, I have a womb but luckily for me. And no, I do not have a period, cheers to all the females out there. Honestly, being a male Omega is hell enough. I cannot imagine having a period on top of that.

She opened her eyes and could see how the pirate looked at her with fascination as she continued petting her. “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in the ocean,” Charlotte said keeping her eyes on Marina’s. The siren blushed with the commentary, and she also had to admit the pirate girl was one of the prettiest living beings she had ever laid her eyes on. Sure, back at home there were beautiful sirens and stunning merman, but Charlotte had something that made her more beautiful than all of them. This thought made Marina felt confused. Why was she thinking that the human girl petting her was more beautiful than other sirens if she had just met her? Why did she not feel rage o

"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."

They were raw, mindless hunger. One of the Dregs, a creature with an elongated jaw and three-inch claws, shrieked and lunged at Elior. Sora didn't look up. He simply extended his hand and released a sharp, horizontal wave of kinetic energy. The air rippled. The creature’s head snapped back as its neck vertebrae shattered instantly. It hit the ground with a wet thud. "Stay back," Sora said. His voice carried a resonance that made the remaining Dregs flinch.

Yes, during the time that Sir Chen took office, he captured at least dozens of international criminals and spies from other countries, not to mention other small fish and shrimps, and suffered countless assassinations himself. This seemingly stable ship is being washed away by the tsunamis of the world over and over again. --------------- “(｡･∀･)ﾉﾞHi~ Good afternoon everyone!! I’m from MSR, everyone’s idol Sora~” Wearing a gorgeous singing costume, Kong jumped from the side of the stage like an elf to the center of the stage. He was full of energy and gave people motivation with his words. A simple opening line. The fans in the packed stadium cheered enthusiastically.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Her hand trembled visibly as she lowered her fork, the silver clinking against the china. "And that’s not all," Damon continued, leaning forward. "The entire region is in an uproar. It seems Alpha Rune—the Conqueror himself—is turning the world upside down. He’s searching for a girl. A girl called Sara." The mention of my name in this quiet, safe room felt like a lightning strike to my soul. I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, my heart drumming a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

“Look at their hands.” The captives’ fingers twitched. Small movements. Resistance. Sora lifted one hand. They stopped. “They are unfinished,” she said. “Orochi prefers fresh vessels for the coming tide.” “What tide?” I asked. Her gaze dropped to the ring at my throat. “The one your return has awakened.” Raiken took a step forward. Sora’s nails lengthened into black claws. The captives opened their mouths. A low chorus rose from them. Not speech. Hunger.