Sora Books Novels & Stories

Ivonne's pov The room was filled with towering stacks of books and strange artifacts I didn't recognise, Artifacts like dark curved stones, glass bottles with light that seemed to breathe inside them, coiled metallic ropes on carved wooden stands. Elara had pulled all of it from the deepest stores of the Lycan realm, and now the collection made the room feel both sacred and suffocating at the same time. I sat cross-legged on the mat, eyes closed, sweating through what had to be the most exhausting ritual the Oracle had walked me through yet. By the time she told me to open my eyes, I felt like I had run for miles.

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

m, the flat was spotless, Reena had to do a double check at to see if she got into the wrong flat. They weren't messy but they're not the most organized people either, and between the two of them, it was Reena that was slightly more organized than Kira, and with that being said, imagine her shock when she saw Kira's stack of books are actually alphabetical and so does their CD's and movies collection, not to mention their shoes that was on the rack are neatly placed and also color coordinated. "My, my" she started, "Heart breaks do changes people." She said making Kira glare at her before throwing the pillow next to her.

It means that their magic and strength were not strong enough to easily kill one of those monsters that were rank C. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ n0velB(i).NET ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ sᴘᴇᴇᴅ. They were wishing for the instructors to rescue him immediately. But they noticed none of the instructors had the plan to make a move.

“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.

“Still, it’s exciting to be considered.” “Besides,” Sora continued, twirling her wine goblet with a practiced elegance. “Why jump at the idea of mixing with all kinds of strange people? I, for one, have had enough mingling.” She said this, her green eyes settling on me with a piercing gaze. Perhaps I’ve been too quiet, allowing Sora to make her nasty remarks without consequence. My fingers curled and uncurled around the spoon in my hand, the metal cool against my skin as I narrowed my eyes at her.

Sora wasn’t listening to anyone. Not the fairy guards. Not my father. Not even the Fairy Queen herself.. The wolf’s eyes stayed locked on me as if the rest of the world no longer existed. The corruption surged again beneath my skin. Sora lost what little control he had left. His claws hit the glowing floor hard enough to crack stone as he pushed harder toward me. “No!” Mom shouted again. The symbols around me flickered dangerously. “Johanis, control your wolf!” “I’M TRYING!” We could hear him scream. But Sora wasn’t trying to be controlled.. that was the problem. As he was terrified. I could feel it through the mate bond now beneath all the rage and violence.

KIND HERBALISTS AND HELPFUL WEREWOLVES ARE GONE. Elizabeth and Anais formed a pact-to make humans suffer forever.

The old man looked into her palms keenly for another full minute, his eyes widening like they were about to pop right out of their sockets. Yolanda and Charles had exchanged puzzled looks for the umpteenth time, trying to figure out what was happening. Suddenly, the old man began to mumble words that made no sense to the young man and woman seated before him. "I can see very dark spirits inside of you. I can see a__werewolf," He paused and looked closer. "There's a woman obscuring my view of your future. She's standing before a door. It looks like she is trying to keep it closed."