Sayori Novels & Stories

“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.

Is that healthy? Lilith Ashbourne lounges two seats away, violet eyes scanning the room with predatory calm. Her all black business pantsuit highlights her violet eyes more. Faye Marlowe tears into a croissant with theatrical elegance, as though rehearsing for an audience. Her long sleeved green shimmery thigh high dress sparkling in the morning light reflecting her eyes. Sora Han sits upright, posture flawless, utensils aligned with exact symmetry. Perhaps she has OCD? She is wearing a grey skirt suit today. Somehow it makes her looks more severe.

With a tender smile, Visenya kneels down to embrace little Synora, her heart swelling with affection as she brushes a stray lock of hair from Synora’s face, cherishing the sight of her sweet innocence. Synora’s excitement draws the attention of everyone and they begin to make their way over. Sarai enfolds Visenya in a tight loving embrace, her touch a silent affirmation of their unbreakable bond. Sarai’s gaze lingers on her scarlet locks with a mixture of wonder and admiration. “It seems your hair has taken on a life of its own,” Sarai remarks with a chuckle, her eyes sparkling with affection. “But it’s a beautiful shade, just like you.”

Soraya nodded, her face very serious. She reached down for the bottom of her sweatshirt. She pulled it off, revealing a light blue tee. Soraya took that off as well. I was reminded of the old kid's magician trick of revealing an endless rainbow of ribbons. How far down did all this go?

Xavier danced with me as he picked out little conversations which I keep zoning out barely able to keep myself awake. I felt an unfamiliar tingling piling up in my guts. Oh shit! “Lyra” I hear Sage call out my heart dropping at the way his tune sounded. Sage slips his hands through my waist drawing me to him possesively, like I was his price jewel he didn’t want to lose. His action made my back crash to his dominating figure, as his grip gutted tighter on my waist, urging me to bite on my lower lip. “Get to the car” he mumbled to my hearing while he sent glares at Xavier.

"The Supermen." Dennis placed his right hand on the top of his desk and immediately, a green light ran through the glass and his palm. "Clearance approved," the AI announced and a section of the top slid open to bring up a black manila folder. He passed it to Megan. Project Olympus. That was the title on the folder. Opening it, Megan discovered that it was a collection of detailed information on Jay, Adolf and Kei: their physiological stats, power description and stats, even their medical history. Everything had been documented in details.

She sat beside me as Sandra and Sophia looked through some of her work. " Sophia, which colour are you going for?" Sandra started as she took her pencil. " A breath-taking colour, something out of the ordinary" She answered and I almost laughed out loud. " You should get something out of the ordinary if you are out of the ordinary, don't get what you're not Soph" I teased and heard her growl and Sandra laugh. " Faryah what do you think?" Sophia asked and all our attention went to quiet Faryah. " Well Uhmm, I think Sandra should sketch out the dress first before you pick a colour" She said as she sipped from her water.

screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".

She elucidates better. “Protection? Why would it need protection? Isn't it stronger enough to protect itself?” Shaw questions “The oracle is indeed a powerful entity, but only when it comes to its role. She or he has no powers to hurt the other, only to alert him. The oracle is only a messenger of fate, who cannot intervene in it.” She answers Shaw “Wait, did you say ‘she or he’?” Pandora asks completely confused. “Isn’t the oracle immortal?” “It is. The entity nor its body.” She answers with a smirk playing on her lips.

It was no surprise that Ruby was a bright red, shiny dragon with no black on her as Slate had, which seemed to make her scales even shinier and brighter the closer they flew to the sun. She was also smaller and more nimble. Nya kept her head down, near Ruby’s neck, as the dragon was going at full speed, in a rush to get Nya back to the battlefield, and it seemed evident Ruby had been wanting to fly for a while. Nya wondered how it had been determined who would stay behind before and who would go, but then, it appeared that Ruby was a maid, not warrior. She flew like someone who would be good to have in battle, though, and Nya was glad that she was in such a rush to get where they were going