Sora Artwork Novels & Stories

It carried a tray with three glowing vials—one green, one red, one black—each pulsing with unnatural light. The figure approached the cage and uncorked the green vial first. With terrifying gentleness, it held the glass to the wolf’s mouth. Circe thrashed violently, her white fur catching the torchlight like moonfire. This was the first time Lydia had seen her wolf in full color. Circe had always been a deep brown—large, strong, grounded. But now… she was massive. Nearly twice the size Lydia remembered, her fur a rare, glistening snow-white. An ancient color. A sacred one.

As long as Arwyn was by my side, I didn’t mind anything else. But the peace didn’t last long. Sora rode up on my right, a wide grin stretching across her face. Her outfit was flashy, adorned with intricate silver patterns and sparkling stones that caught the light with every movement. "Are you having fun, Your Grace?" she asked, her tone overly sweet. "Indeed, Sora. It's a hunt," I replied grimly, not in the mood for idle chatter. Arwyn said nothing, her head held high and her eyes fixed firmly ahead, clearly uninterested in the interruption.

"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."

Alpha Noah heard her begging as she opened her legs. Alpha Noah found himself tied against a chair while Alpha Cougar was in bed with Sora. Her legs were wide open and she was slapping her wet flower. Alpha Noah was trying to scream but right in front of his eyes, Alpha Cougar started banging her roughly while Sora was moaning his name so loudly. He tried to break free but unfortunately for him, he was actually stuck into a nightmare. Sora got ready for the day. Since the weather outside was pleasant, Sora wore a pinkish nude short halter dress. It was backless. So she let her long black locks cover her bare back. She slipped her feet into wedges and stepped out of her bedroom.

“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.

Sora seemed pleased. “Can I keep it?” Sora asked. Yukio nodded and he handed the painting to him. He took a wood frame from his shelf and placed the drawing inside. He stood up and hung it by the wall near the window. “What about you, Mama? Can we see your painting?” He eagerly waited for me to finish my painting. “Here it is.” I gave him the paper. His eyes widened. “This is beautiful.” He ran to his father and gave him the paper. I painted Yukio and Sora standing next to each other. I would’ve just painted Yukio but it seemed like an insult if I didn’t include Sora.

Her eyes glowed purple, and powerful energy radiated from her in waves. As Sora knelt, catching her breath, Ursula crouched beside her. "Okay," Ursula whispered softly, gently brushing a strand of hair from Sora's face. "Your daughter will be strong, even stronger than you." Her golden eyes flashed with a warning. "Don't forget our deal, Sora. Don't forget.”

Every time Theon looks up to study Soren's collarbones, the curve of his neck, or the way his hair falls over his eyes, a deep, electric shock runs straight through Soren’s body and heart. His heart hammers in his chest. Being looked at like this, so closely, and so completely makes him feel entirely exposed, but for some reason, he feels warm and safe in the exposure. Finally, Theon drops the charcoal. "I'm done," Theon says softly. Soren stands up, his legs feeling a little weak, but he walks over to the easel and looks at the drawing, and instantly, his jaw drops. Soren always thought those sketches he received from the alpha were the most beautiful piece of art he's ever seen, but this i

' He turned to Soruda questioning. "Hum hum hum." Soruda just molded clay in her hands. Part of the Art Occupation that she learned from Ren and finally had the time to pursue once more. It was for fun only of course. "A little more..." The clay was looking more and more like a horse covered in flames. This is what she finished with just her hands and fingernails. Actual art tools would get in the way until she wanted to put finishing touches on it. 'Soruda said Ren would be the key to saving the Empire. But where does her faith in him come from? I must look deeper into this. The travel back he takes, I must find a way to add myself to it.'

Jai thought if Darrion could be ‘that’ lenient when he met the Prime Minister, who was said to be the most influential figure in the kingdom in the past decade, then the blonde should surely be more at ease when meeting anyone else of the same position. But apparently, he was wrong, and that man might be from a higher entitled list that he might have to take note for. But just to be sure, he decided to keep his confusion face so Darrion would explain it to him rather than him asking the blonde about it. “You see that man with long white beard and white hair? That is Sora. He is a Great Master Teacher who teaches elements in Aeronvein Kingdom. He teaches on both Gale and Hori Academy, but als