Sora From Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

Sage asked, his tone urgent. Sora's expression turned grave. "I don't know what happened exactly between them but all I can say is that the sorcerer believed that she was betrayed by Octavia, Aurora's mother,” she relayed. “But I’m sorry, I can't tell you more than this,” she concluded, trying not to go beyond her words.

Only Sora can see visions of one’s dark past as the blood of a witch runs through her veins, which was what made her into a great healer who uses magic in her treatments. Yet, the dark side of her gifts was that she never forgets a vision when she sees it. “This I cannot tell you, your highness. It is on her to decide if she’ll tell you everything, or not,” Sora said calmly knowing the visions she saw were far too intense for her to reveal. Damian felt surprised, but he did not force her. “However, because of this, your highness, she had already stopped healing.” She continued. “Do whatever it takes to help heal her,” he said, settling his gaze back to Kataleya.

If she was curious about something, Sora could easily answer it to her; not unless it was something that he was restricted to tell to. But now, he suddenly opened up about the beast tide that occured every fifty years. He even questioned the location of the Bexerth Academy. In addition, he brought up the red haired Great Swordmaster out of nowhere. With these suspicious actions of Sora, how could Minerva failed to see it? She'd be blind and stupid if she fell on his trap! Besides, Sora was always lazy and lethargic. How could he, out of nowhere, suddenly became this energetic? This was also the reason that she became skeptical of him!

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.

came the authoritative voice from within, and I pushed the door open, stepping into the room. Elder Seraphina was seated behind a wooden desk, her eyes focused on a pile of ancient scrolls. Her long, silver hair cascaded down her back, and her fingers were adorned with intricate rings. She looked up, her piercing blue eyes meeting mine, and a faint smile graced her lips. “Agnes,” she greeted me, her voice holding a hint of warmth. “What brings you here today?” I approached her desk, my hands slightly trembling. “Elder Seraphina, I wanted to inquire about the update on my ascension as Supreme Sorcerer. It has been a long time since I began my training.”

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

"You're the only child I found who stands a chance to free her from this loathsome spell. Without her wand, a sorceress is without magic. And a sorceress without magic is no more powerful than an ordinary woman. That's why she needs you. I've gone through the mirrors every day, visiting so many places to look for someone like you." "But how could someone like me help your mistress?" Cassandra said. "I'm just an ordinary girl." "Ha! Ordinary my foot!" Owlyn scoffed. "You have the blood of a seer. It runs in the family, passing from mother to daughter." "What?" Cassandra turned to Owlyn with a confused look, but before she could ask anything else, Cassandra felt the same gripping sensation in

When I open my eyes, I can see that, while I still have some water pooling around my feet, there is more water surrounding Nymera than me. “Well done, my mate!” Iniko says. “Remember, it’s your element. It wants to do your bidding.” I smile and without thinking about it, I throw my arms around Iniko. “Thank you!” I say. “You’re very welcome,” he says. “I’m proud to see you connecting with your dragon.” I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t say that if he knew the reason I was trying to connect with my dragon and shifters so quickly.

“Nocturnus owns my soul, but not my body. I’ll grant him that—let him manipulate it and move whoever he wishes between worlds through me.” “Interesting!” She clapped her hands excitedly, lowering herself to the level of my lips. “Deal accepted. Let’s seal it.” When she opened her mouth, her teeth were revealed—huge and sharp like a shark’s. Sora kissed me, tearing pieces from my lips and savoring the blood as I roared in agony. When she finally released me, I was thrown backward, my vision beginning to darken as I fell, barely conscious. “But I think you’ll regret your choices, Wolf…” she said, her eager tone echoing through the approaching darkness. “Will your shell withstand Hunter’s power

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.