Sora Books Novels & Stories

And once you reach for it, you will identified as one of their leader. Every born child of Alpha's will have their own book. And this book will lead them to a quest. A quest will help them to level up. These Alpha's were created by Mother Tree, she was the most powerful of the underworlds. She can give more life to every creature in their land. But creating the Alpha's would be her greatest mistake because instead of protecting their land they were the one destroying it by killing each other just to be a leader. The four Alpha's can be recognized which group of clan they're belong by the color of their eyes.

“Brittany, do you like to read?” “I do. I have a massive collection. Why? Do you?” “I do, but I don’t have any books with me.” “You can borrow mine. What do you like?” “Oh, dark romance, really. As long as it isn’t too cheesy.”

Sora "What the hell are you talking about, Sora?" Zane's voice was no longer confused; instead, it was sharp. Cold. "What the hell are you talking about, Sora?" he repeated, this time his voice was slow. "I've read about it before—how some rare alphas are so powerful they have the ability to heal, take away pain. Some had the power to even give life. I read all about it as a child." His expression didn't change.

After Vernon left, I decided to kill time in the library for a while. It wasn't long that I was reading alone. My solace was quickly interrupted by Sora's sudden arrival. I raised my stare for her monolid circular eyes that are now lined with worry, and her protruding lips that are ajar from panting. Even her paper white skin is now ghostly pale which told me she carries bad news. "I was calling you." Her voice, although kept hushed, is unstabled. "I'm sorry..I was busy." I said guiltily. I even hid the Pride and Prejudice book as it's not a good reason to be busy enough.

Soraya's Pov Mira walked over to a bookshelf and pulled out an old leather book that looked like it might fall apart if you touched it wrong. She brought it back to the table and opened it carefully, the pages were yellow and covered in handwriting that was so faded I could barely read it. "This book contains everything I know about blood seals" Mira said. "I'm going to lend it to you so you can study it and understand what you're dealing with. But you must promise to return it when you're done. Books like this are rare and valuable."

Orora stopped playing with the plants and turned around to face Collen. "Let me check on that!" She immediately teleported to get some books from the library but also came back when she noticed we didn't follow. "Oh! Come on, guys. Don't be stiff and laid back!" We all got up and followed her, groaning. In a snap, we were now inside of Alaric's enormous library. Orora began summoning the books she needed, and they started flying and floating. Some were dropped on the floor while others were slammed on the table.

“I just wanted to change the environment a bit. You’ve gotten your wolf dragon now. So there is nothing taking us back there.” Nyxoria looked down at the worn-out book still in her hands, her fingers gently running across the rough, faded cover. “So, are you the owner of this book?” she asked curiously once again. Ora stepped closer and gently took the book from her hands, flipping it open with practiced fingers. “What do you think?” she asked. “These are poems. Very old ones.” “Do you understand the writing? The language looks strange to me,” Nyxoria asked, tilting her head.

ANNORA “Can you even believe this?” Sora asked for the hundredth time as she ran around the room, throwing her arms happily in the air. Her childlike excitement always increased the buzz, and for a moment, I was able to drift my mind away from the impending doom. All sorts of bad things were about to happen. I could just feel it. My eyes roamed the walls of the room and a sigh ripped from my throat. “Tell me about it. It’s beautiful,” I responded truthfully, faking a smile.

He mindlinked him, and he nodded, sniffing. "What the fuck is going on here?" A familiar voice asked behind them, making Hashmuk let go of Rasmore. The person standing behind them was the person he was crying for, thinking he had left him. It was Kelvin, with a pile of magic books in his hands. He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer.

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.