Sora Artwork 소설 & 이야기

she excitingly exclaimed. Azul's brows furrowed as she looks at the crack where the arrow landed. For a thousand years of struggling and trying to escape that realm, even his full power is not enough to make a dent on anything in the room. It may crack but it will always return to how it use to be. But right now, looking at what Saiya did, the crack remained. "Did the power of the Light Oracles got weakened or is Saiya's hidden power finally exceeds?" He whispered to himself.

A mate mark. “I’m happy for you,” Lydia said. Thalia smiled. “I’m happy too. And Knox… he’s a good guy. I’ve seen how you two look at each other.” Lydia smiled faintly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Thalia pulled out a necklace. The pendant was a woman’s head with snakes for hair—Medusa. It looked golden, but it felt alive. “This is my parting gift,” Thalia said, placing it around Lydia’s neck. “I can’t say goodbye at the garage—it’ll break me. So remember me until we meet again.”

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.

Sora wanted to break free, but found that the other party's hold was very tight. "Then... Sora-chan, are you willing to come with me?" The coat is open. The man's neck was densely covered with disgusting Originium crystals, and above his chest, a device with a constantly flashing red light was tightly tied to his body.

Sora tilted her head back, gazing up at the velvet-blue night sky, and let out a soft sigh. If Leo ever asked about it in the future, how was she supposed to answer? She couldn't keep using the old excuse that he had fallen out of a spaceship from outer space—even if that little white lie had made Leo incredibly smug for a while. Walking aimlessly, Sora realized she had wandered quite deeply into the complex. The landscaping in this older neighborhood was surprisingly decent. Between two rows of high-rise apartment buildings ran a man-made stream, lined with thick, leafy trees and a few scattered park benches.

“If he loses control inside the circle, it could destabilize the ritual entirely.” Sora growled louder, like he genuinely did not care and I could feel him doubting and hesitating at the same time. His breathing turned ragged. I could feel Johanis was losing control alongside Sora. I could feel him fighting for control. “Sora,” he said tightly. The wolf ignored him completely. Honestly? That terrified me more. Because Sora always listened to Johanis eventually. Always..But not now.