Sora Books Novels & Stories

I am happy to have my destined one by my side and a beautiful powerful child to raise. We can do this! **Author's Note** This is the last chapter of the book. I'll be working on the sequel and post on i n s t a (@rae.kmight.author) when it's out. I'll be focusing on editing and uploading all my books on k i n d l e these next few weeks. The title for the next book will be West Ora Academy: Raising Elara. I hope you enjoyed the book! Let me know how you feel. I love to hear you from you all.

- He warned me gravely. My heart stuttered with dread, and I had to break his stare to try and bring my panic back under control. Looking out the window I could see the peaks of the mountain range far off in the distance. It was the home of the Sororian Draygon Clan. The Soronia Mountain range, if I remembered the map correctly, was a dark blue with a dusting of white snow at the tips that weren't obscured by the clouds. I couldn't see the finer details from the top of this tower. Still, I could remember it from the fly-by when I had ridden to the lake on the Tohr's back. The trees had lined the bottom and went up until it tapered off to the empty areas that would be covered by the snow. The

"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."

None of us wanted to hear it, but Sora didn’t need to be told twice. She walked in the back, too busy flirting with some guys, running her hands over their muscles and offering them sips of her water. They all seemed to be enjoying the attention just fine. Even though the crate in my hands wasn’t the heaviest, my hands were still aching. Still, I wasn’t planning to let go. I’d be damned if I gave anyone the chance to whisper about me, the girl who vouched for the witches but couldn’t be bothered to carry anything herself.

The rancid smell made Elora nauseous. Elora approached and knelt, doing the same as she did to Arthur. Elora kissed Sophia’s lips. “Mommy?” Elora called. At that moment, Elora realized that Snow White’s story was just a fairy tale. Dead people can’t live again just by kissing them. Elora stood up. Her mind went blank. She looked around in confusion. The black book was tightly in her arms. Elora did not know what the book was for. She just felt that it was very important and that it should not be separated from her.

I asked as Sora nodded. "What about the group session?" He asked. "Markus volunteered to take you. His always wanted to talk to you." I explained knowing that Markus was the only person who could help Sora because he also went through trauma that he transformed into books to help those in need. "Okay." Sora responded and I could feel he was a little disappointed but said nothing. "I love you." I said as I kissed his forehead, catching him by surprise as I pulled his tiny body to my chest and put off the lights.

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

so much so that he decided to get off from John’s back of comfortability and skipped ahead in front of everyone else to where Orb was to ask… Naraja: “Soooo~ Orb what exactly is the “Red Book Of Memories”, is it a book that holds all kinds of secret cool awesome powers in it, huh~?” Orb: “Access Denied.” Naraja: “What the--! Oh! Now you wanna say something else besides “Would you like to keep going”. Tell me what the hell the “Red Book Of Memories” is like, pretty please~ with a cherry on top~?” Orb: “Access. Denied.”

-fetched, don't you think?" She said, her skepticism obvious in her voice. Soraya's gaze softened, and she released Seraphine's hand, her fingers trailing like whispers over her skin. "I understand your doubt, truly I do. But there is something else you need to know." "What is it?" Seraphine asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Soraya stood and moved to the corner of the room. There, a big, old book lay on an ancient wooden stand. She opened it with care, the pages crackling under her touch. "This book contains the prophecies foretold by our ancestors, it has been passed down through generations, it's a tale of the Luna and her journey." Seraphine watched as Soraya traced her finger over

After the spell, she found out that one of the drops of blood belonged to Tony while the other belonged to the Sapphire witch that had escaped from her curse or so they thought, “How did she manage to get her blood and Tony’s blood into the linking spell, when she isn’t even physical? How did she do it from the underworld?” Regina kept asking herself. Alan locked himself inside the room, closely studying the spell book page after page in search for answers, then he came across a page of the book, which appeared to be blank, “A blank page? What could this mean?” He thought to himself.