Sora Artwork Novels & Stories

wow…. “It seems like you are going for a wedding” one of the makeup artist couldn’t help but squeal in excitement, “I am a lady but I can’t keep my eyes off of you” Aura smiled as she twirled in front of the mirror, even though she couldn’t keep her own eyes off of herself. Her phone rang again and she immediately answered when she saw the caller ID. “Are you ready?” Malcolm’s deep husky voice filtered into her ears. “Yes I am” she beamed.

Callum’s voice bellowed, “Reid! What are you doing?! Let go! You’ll kill her! Reid! Let go!” Callum rushed forward to separate them, but just as he reached out, a hand lightly pressed on his wrist, making him freeze. It was Sora. Her face had turned red, her eyes slightly unfocused, but oddly bright—as if something was burning within them. Callum’s pupils contracted, and he paused in shock. Sora gave a strained smile, her voice hoarse as she whispered, “Don’t… don’t stop him. Let him… cough… to die by his hand would be… cough cough… my greatest honor…”

[Editor Natasha: Yes, go ahead. [DSalcedo: Sent an image.] Attached to her message was the art that she had just drawn. On the other hand, when they opened it, they were shocked. “Do an image search, check if it’s an artwork by someone else..” Lisa said. Eva quickly worked on it. After a moment. “Nope. It’s nowhere to be found.” [Editor Natasha: Miss Aurora, you drew this one?] [DSalcedo: Yes. Then I used Photoshop and Illustrator.This look is actually on the book.]

"Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Well don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights Oh, I've had it up to here!" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I pai

Rafael’s lips curved upward. She was drawing. Not perfectly. Not smoothly. But she was doing it. The lines wobbled a little, forming something that vaguely resembled a heart… though slightly tilted and uneven. Saraya frowned. “Why does it look like a potato?” she muttered. Rafael chuckled softly. “It’s abstract art,” he said. Saraya shot him a glare. “I’m serious!” “I am too,” he replied with a straight face. She huffed. But then smiled again.

The scene would be 'almost' unbelievable if it hadn't happened in the real world with real people and as crazy as it is... with real creatures. It even sounds like a music video with the background music being Sola by Jennifer Lopez. The vampire Soraia's gaze opens between shadows. Her steps are slow on the road of white stones that hurt her bare feet... but her soul is much more wounded.

"Really? How interesting! And how do you sign your paintings?" Lorena paused, a soft melancholy crossing her eyes. "Under the pseudonym Coral. Which is the name of my deceased daughter." Bianca's eyes widened. A flash of recognition lit up her face. "No way!" she exclaimed, her voice full of wonder. "I adore Coral's paintings! They're absolutely gorgeous! The intensity of their colors, the emotion they transmit... they're unique!" Lorena fell silent for a moment, surprise and immense gratitude reflecting on her face. A genuine, almost timid smile spread across her lips.

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!"

Then, the studio door explodes inwards. Sandra. Of course. She’s a force of nature wrapped in vintage velvet, her cheeks flushed, eyes blazing. In her hand, she doesn’t just hold a piece of paper; she brandishes it like a conquering banner snatched from the jaws of doubt. "Lila! Kulta! Look!" She thrusts it under my nose, almost smudging the wet paint on my brush, frozen mid-air. "Gallery Aurora! They want you! Your ‘Midnight Sun Forest’ for the summer show! Three pieces! Pack your panic, darling, we’re going public!"

Hell, I reveled in it. What was I thinking? Physically shook my head like it made the thoughts. At the same time, a knock came to the door. Being the only one at home, I reluctantly answered. Sora had a new hobby now, which was developing into a habit that I pretended not to care about. In her words, we should keep our enemies closer, which was why she was now the Alpha’s latest stalker, updating me on all of his moves. Regardless of whether or not I set eyes on Aegon, Sora always came with a very, and I say, very detailed picture of what he looked like. Today was no different; she’d gone on one of those nerfed voyages again.