Sora Darkness Novels & Stories

Sora reached out and grabbed the metal frame. The world exploded in white noise. Sora’s back arched as thousands of volts of chaotic energy surged into his body. He didn't scream. He opened his mouth and released a sound that was a pure, high-frequency roar. The silver blood in his veins turned into liquid light, glowing so brightly that his skeleton was visible through his skin. Vardan moved to grab him, but the kinetic pressure pushed the Alpha back. The air around Sora began to swirl, creating a vacuum that sucked the ionized fog into his center. He was a black hole for the city's death throes.

“I’m the one who harvests souls in the name of our dark lord.” “So I really am dying?” I stammered, the words dragging across my tongue like chains. “No… not yet.” “Oh, darling, it doesn’t depend on you. We have two paths for this—the easy one…” Sora smiled, a malicious glint in her eyes. “Or the hard one.” “No!” I snarled, glaring at her with fury. “I haven’t had my revenge on those bastards yet. I haven’t seized the power. I want the darkness for myself.”

I felt the power of the cavern itself. I raised my hand, and the shadows in the room didn't just move—they solidified. A wave of obsidian darkness swept toward the drones, tearing through their white-gold armor like it was wet paper. The lead Seeker didn't even have time to scream before it was crushed into a ball of scrap metal. "Zora, stop!" Sora yelled. "You’re overloading! You’re signaling the Mother!"

Her room was dark and with the dark clouds covering up the moon and blocking its light to reach the face of earth, it was way too dark to be able to see with a pair of normal eyes. Sora was clutching onto the red velvet blanket against her chest, she looked at the door. Every passing second was increasing the horror in her chest. She laid back down on the bed. She tried to close her eyes but her eyelids just wouldn't budge. Then all of a sudden, she heard the door of her bedroom open. “Loid!” She whimpered in surprise, her hand searching for the man who was supposed to be by her side at night.

He sees me smiles and responds mischievously. "No, I'm fine at the moment," I nod and leave even more nervous than when I entered. I walk into the kitchen and into the office, where Pit has another order list in hand. “What's up Nisha?” he asks when he sees my face. “Who is Dark?” I ask, what happens next alarms me. The list falls from her hands and the color in her face vanishes completely, she opens her eyes wide and says in barely a whisper. “Where have you heard that name?” I hesitate for a moment.

As they got to the barrier, about to make their way out of the cold moon valley, Darkness smelled something strange, it smelled like death itself. Then the sound of an arrow reached his ear, he had no time to react, the way the arrow was positioned, if he dodged, Vanilla would be shot in her head, if he didn't, his shoulder would be shot. However, his shadows still shielded them, he took his chance and enhanced the shadows power, however, the arrow pierced right through them and make it's way straight for them. Darkness made his choice, he didn't move, the arrow pierced his left shoulder, it stayed stuck there for a while, then it dispersed into smoke, and the smoke entered his body.

The thick layer of mountain mud was gone, but the scars on her face were as red and angry as ever, and she still wore her leather armor like a second skin. "It’s the wolf in me, Sora," I said, smoothed down the front of my dress. It was a deep, velvet green, the color of the pine needles in the heart of the Blackwood forest. It was heavy, warm, and far too expensive for a woman who had spent the last month sleeping on stone floors. "Besides, Killian doesn't seem to mind the smell." Sora snorted, walking into the room with that silent, predatory grace that made the Ghost Pack so terrifying. She stopped in front of me, her good eye scanning my face. She reached out, her rough, calloused thumb

This time, Shadow turned toward me and allowed me to pet his forehead. "There's someone else I want you to meet." Adam whistled again, the same whistle but a different pitch this time. I heard a lighter neigh and saw a white horse trotting towards us. Its coat was pure white and shone in the sunlight, and its mane was a light blonde color. I could tell the horse had a gentle personality based on how it trotted. The horse stopped next to Shadow in front of Adam. "This is Snowflake. She's Shadow's girlfriend; we used her for trail riding, but not anymore."

The edges of the mask looked as though they were stitched or welded into the flesh of a ghostly white, glabrous head. The cloaked servants ceased chanting at once, and Nowk stared down at the silhouetted visitor and answered, “Ragnarok!” “Fear the Darkness, my children, as you would fear the siren’s tongue, for it will seek to poison your mind and blind you with false treasures, and not even my blessed Light can bear you hence.” -The Gospel of Glimmra

Zoire said. Erimense took a deep breath,he was feeling uneasy with the story he just heard. "Mother,are you saying that the ages of darkness will come again?". He asked. Zoire nods her head. "Yes Erimense,but nobody knows how close it is already". She said,as she walked out of the sanctuary. Erimense took a step closer,to touch the paintings on the wall.Fear shuddered down his spine.Somehow,the more he looked at the picture,the more fear gripped his bones.