Sora Books Novels & Stories

He walked off to the bedroom, leaving her standing there with his release dripping down her thigh. Sora Robbins, twenty-eight years old, stared at her reflection in the hallway mirror. The woman looking back at her had beautiful dark hair, full lips, and soft, generous curves that men on the internet called “goddess-like.” But in her real life, those same curves were weapons used against her. She didn’t know how much longer she could survive this. --- The next morning at Blackwood Corporation, Sora tried to bury herself in work. As a senior assistant in the marketing department, she was good at her job — organized, quiet, and reliable. But today her mind kept drifting.

Her voice was a low, happy squeal as she said this. "At least, for people in our social class. Sara. That name is a symbol of hope now, you know. Fate sure can elevate people of our class too, and that chic is proof. Luna of THE Forest Moon." More confusion. Someday, I'll get the hang of talking to these people, I vowed. I wasn’t here to discuss my chaotic life or Sara’s elevation to Queen of Reigns empire, so I quickly changed the subject. “When's Terry getting back? Haven’t seen him in a while.”

He stepped up and wrapped his arms around me as we looked out at the view. An hour later Gabe was called back to the office for an emergency meeting, and I browsed through the library in the penthouse and found a book to read. I was far into the book when I thought I heard a noise. I knew Gabe wouldn’t be back this soon, so I got up and searched the apartment and didn't find anything. Maybe I am just hearing things? I walk into the kitchen brewed myself a cup of herbal tea and walked back with my mug into the library to continue reading the romance novel. Once settled on the comfy oversized chair I took a sip of my tea set down the mug then picked up the book. After thirty minutes or so as I

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…”

“It doesn’t want to open. It wants someone to open it.” Amelie closed her eyes. “Of course,” she murmured fearfully. “What?” Selene asked. The sorceress rushed to a bookshelf, pulled out three books, opened them on another table, and began flipping through the pages with desperate speed. Bless stood beside her, reading over her shoulder. Nora, who had arrived shortly before with Aila under the twins’ protection, turned pale as she looked at the projection. Aila was weak, her silver hair falling across her face, her hands clasped with those of Isaiah and Isaac. The fairy girl, the Living Oracle, raised her head toward the door, and her eyes turned completely white.

“Once you copter up, you ski down this huge mountain, and if you wipe out you cartwheel. It’s like falling in space, except you reconnect with the snow every fifty feet or so. I also want to swim with sharks in Florida, without a cage, of course.” “Maybe you could wrestle a gator in the Everglades?” I said with a laugh. “Yeah!” he said excitedly. “That sounds awesome, I’ll definitely add that to my list. I’d also love to at drive crazy speeds across frozen lakes in someplace like Arjeplog, Sweden and do a ninety-MPH donut!” “Wow. Those are some risky goals you’ve got there, but they sound like a blast.” “There are some places in California I’d like to check out too, like Laguna Beach, for

Two small steps led to it beneath what looked like tree roots in the shape of a gazebo with a ball of light floating above. All along the walls were tall bookshelves that reached all the way to the ceiling filled with books of various colors and sizes. Elara wondered what was within the pages of each tome. As Elara approached the cauldron, her eyes scanned the room for the woman who was meant to be teaching her. When she didn’t see a soul, she wondered if perhaps she was not in the correct room. The worry in Elara’s stomach came back twice as hard now, causing her to fidget beneath the tree like gazebo. In her curiosity, Elara couldn’t help but lean over and stare into the large gold pot, fi

“I have tolerated you for far too long. But know that you hold no power over me. You are far beneath me on the power hierarchy and I will be damned if I let a scum like you treat me any less. I told you before that I am Kiara Khorne but what I forgot to add was that I am the only daughter of Lord Khorne. The Lord of Battle and immortal fury. So, do not tempt me because I might just be obliged to fry your ass with utter most delight jerk face” “You’ve got to be kidding me!!!” Alpha River cried out in fury “Well I am not… I am not staying here with you. The supposed library my uncle built is actually my new home that you and every high ranked member in this room is banned from entering until I

Her hand trembled visibly as she lowered her fork, the silver clinking against the china. "And that’s not all," Damon continued, leaning forward. "The entire region is in an uproar. It seems Alpha Rune—the Conqueror himself—is turning the world upside down. He’s searching for a girl. A girl called Sara." The mention of my name in this quiet, safe room felt like a lightning strike to my soul. I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, my heart drumming a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

Having a special ability as a werewolf made one exceptional, and not every werewolf was privileged to have one. “Close your eyes,” Professor Steve instructed, and Clara obeyed, shutting her eyes. Professor Steve began chanting an incantation. The atmosphere was charged as everyone watched, and suddenly he stopped. “What did you see?” he asked. “I saw myself surrounded by a big river,” Clara responded, clearly confused. Professor Steve nodded. “Close your eyes again,” he instructed, and Clara obeyed. “Now imagine water in your palm,” he instructed. Though Clara was confused, she obeyed. As she imagined water in her hand, she suddenly felt something wet and liquid in her palm. Out of curiosity