Sora Artwork Novels & Stories

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.”

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

He would just get up again and bother someone else. We both turned to leave, but then Sora stopped in her steps. Her gaze landed on a stack of folded cloths on a nearby shelf, and she walked toward it. She grabbed two of them and headed back to Kayden. “This won’t do,” she said. Sora wrapped one cloth around his eyes, tying it tight enough that he wouldn’t be able to see a thing. Then she made a ball out of the second one and forced his mouth open before pressing it inside.

Hagakure Sorahiko is an amusing little thing. Small, omegan, and funny as hell. The funniest part is that the omega in question would strongly disagree with his assessment. It would probably be more accurate to say that, the omega will strongly reject his evaluation. Seeing as the omega seems to enjoy rejecting his existence. It’s bloody hilarious. ‘Only my friend calls me Sora’. He had obliged, hadn’t he? He calls him ‘Sorahiko’ instead.

Vardan hadn't just bitten him, he had planted a claim that burned through his nerves. Sora grabbed a blank canvas from the wall. He needed a distraction. He sat on a high wooden stool, dipping a broad brush into pitch-black paint and slashing it across the surface. The lines were jagged, sharp, and aggressive. But when he closed his eyes, those burning gold pupils in the darkness of the bar haunted him. Unconsciously, his fingers reached for the ochre paint. He traced a sharp circle resembling a predator’s eye in the center of his dark mess.

The Hunter in the alley was named Sora. Twenty-three, half-Japanese, trained at a private facility in Oslo that had zero oversight body affiliation, which was the first signal that the program she'd come through had been operating in a deliberate gap. Adrian brought her inside after the event. She was still suppressed — not distressed, just limited, which she clearly hated in the specific way that people who relied on their ability hated not having it. She sat at the table in the back office and looked at all of us with sharp eyes and said very little.

Wiping my hands with a cloth, my heart rising and falling like I had just run a marathon. I moved back to fully understand what the hell I had painted, and I was just there, frozen. It was… it was him. Sora. He came alive in my painting. He looked… beautiful. I quickly shook my head. I was only distracted. None of this made any sense. But I couldn’t stop looking at it. The burst of colors. And I got every single detail right. I picked up a cloth and immediately threw it over the painting. No one should ever see that.

But he already had a hunch on who it might be. The westermost of the Halen Empire, where the coast was located, was this island, which was once under the fallen Kingdom of Sora. And the aforementioned kingdom was the most devout follower of the ancient demonic beast Sora.Although Sora was an ancient demonic beast, his ability was special. He swallowed every being that did not acquiesce to Heaven's Will. It was said that all those that did great offense against the Heaven's Will were sent to Sora to be eaten. The fallen Kingdom of Sora was just here and there was a sealed creature in the underwater cave. And that sealed creature had an incomparable strength against anyone. Could it be...? Cou

Only Sora can see visions of one’s dark past as the blood of a witch runs through her veins, which was what made her into a great healer who uses magic in her treatments. Yet, the dark side of her gifts was that she never forgets a vision when she sees it. “This I cannot tell you, your highness. It is on her to decide if she’ll tell you everything, or not,” Sora said calmly knowing the visions she saw were far too intense for her to reveal. Damian felt surprised, but he did not force her. “However, because of this, your highness, she had already stopped healing.” She continued. “Do whatever it takes to help heal her,” he said, settling his gaze back to Kataleya.

A knock. Urgent. Sora’s second-in-command, a wiry woman named Fen, entered, breathless.“Your Majesty. There’s someone at the eastern gate.”My heart leapt.“Who?” Kira asked.“She won’t give her name. But she’s wounded. Burned. And she asked for you.”I didn’t wait for more. I was already moving, boots echoing down the stone corridors, cloak dragging behind me like a second shadow.The woman was slumped against the gate post when I arrived, blood crusted on her brow, her armor scorched. But even beneath the soot and pain, I recognized her.Sora.She looked up as I approached, and the eyes that met mine were wrong.Not broken.Changed.“Sora,” I breathed, falling to my knees beside her. “Where are the