Shiro And Sora From No Game No Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The battle's going badly. Three Shadow Council members engage Jamie's team directly. Prime watches from the throne, amused. The other two members maintain the child-curse spell. Jamie's team is losing. Fast. Then reinforcements arrive. Unexpected ones. Leanora Thornton crashes through a window in full dragon form. Her essence should be dampened. It's not. "Surprise," she says, shifting back. "Miss me?" Behind her, fifty fighters pour in. Mix of alliance members and freed prisoners. People Leanora recruited.

Oriol walked to go and boast in front of Minerva but a white light just shined as Minerva teleported out. "you are sure intimidating," Miratio said as he teleported out too while Uraraka only looked before teleporting out too. Isekai looked at Thanatos then teleported out while Thanatos could only smile at Oriol before teleporting too. "guess i am too intimidating," Oriol said before teleporting too.

“There’s something I need to tell you. If we’re going to work together… you deserve to know.” Knox looked at her, confused. “What are you talking about?” Her eyes locked with his. The way they shimmered in the dark made his chest tighten. “I don’t have a wolf.” Knox blinked. “What?” “I don’t,” she repeated. “I was born with one—her name is Circe. But she’s gone.” He helped her sit up, adjusting the pillows behind her. “She was with me my whole life. But the night of the ball… when I went to comfort Thalia, I fainted. I woke up with no scent, no voice in my head. Just silence. She was… gone.”

There was no logical reason for this thing to “die.” Which meant there was only one explanation. One I was used to with the about of enemies I seemed to have. Sabotage. My gaze flicked across the room just in time to catch a cluster of girls near the back, all glossy lips and smug smirks, giggling behind their hands. Vivian’s followers. I’d seen them hanging out. She’d really begun rubbing elbows recently for her Luna role, and too many people liked her more for it. One of them — Tessa, I think — was missing a nail. The acrylic tip was gone, leaving a raw, uneven edge she kept tucking out of sight.

“Welcome to Rohai Corp, Hagakure Sorahiko.” They shake hands— two unwilling players of whatever ridiculous game Miyamura is playing. “As is mine, Mr Yamato”. “Please call me Eiji”. He refuse to be so formal with such a kindred soul. Any person that sees past Miyamura’s glamour is a person worth speaking to. “Only if you call me Sora”. “Sorahiko”. “Yamato”. A smile here, a grin there. And, it's a deal. ⸻ Five minutes after Sorahiko leaves his office, Eiji’s intercom buzzes.

It contained tons of portrait photos. Sora - Page 14 has my face. Hope that helps. Then Issei proceeded to open page 14 to see her picture. It shows a beautiful busty girl with a shoulder length pink hair with pink eyes. She wears what appears to be a magician robe with a black and purple color and she also wears a purple habit on her head. She has big boobs. (https://alicesoft.fandom.com/wiki/Mifa if you want her image). Issei just calmly says that.

The players that were red in the eyes with anger were now stunned, completely clueless as to what had just happened. As for Shiroa, she was currently covered in a cold sweat as she fell to her knees. Kirou's parting words and the look in his eyes as he left caused Shiroa to see her death, quite vividly. And this wasn't an in-game death but one she would experience in reality. It was only now that she truly understood that she wasn't dealing with a simple player. No, she had just crossed paths with a bloodthirsty monster and barely escaped with her life.

And then— She pulls a ring from her finger. The magic shatters. Her face ripples like disturbed water. The features melt, distort— And reform. Not Elira. One of the females from Camille’s faction. A decoy. The chamber erupts into shouts. “It’s not her!” someone yells. Lina freezes just long enough for fury to blaze across her face. “Where is she?” she hisses. The female laughs through bloodied lips. “Your too late.” Lina knocks her unconscious. Behind me, chains are breaking.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

Our lives are in danger, and maybe, just maybe, that will make him do something miraculous. ‘You got to do something!’ I cry. ‘We are dying!’ Liam’s face twists with pain - he knows I’m right, and suddenly, without warning, one of the ghouls attacks us. It bites Liam’s wings while another screeches and goes for my tail, digging it’s nail into it. I whimper in pain, but there is absolutely nothing I can do. ‘Aurora!’ Liam screams through the mind-link before his eyes start to glow in a bright blue color.