Sora From Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

"You’re not absorbing the field. You’re feeding it back." Sora didn't walk; he surged. Every step left a blackened footprint on the sterile floor. He reached out and grabbed the edge of the metal console, his fingers melting through the alloy as if it were wax. The high-frequency hum emitting from his body reached a pitch that made Aidan’s ears bleed. "You wanted a weapon, Aidan," Sora said. His voice was no longer a single tone, but a layered, mechanical growl. "But you forgot that weapons don't have masters. They only have targets."

I asked timidly as he paused stirring the meal. I felt so unsettled as he remained silent, the coldness of his eyes returning as he mumbled something softly before he blinked, closed his eyes and faced me. "I'm perfectly normal Elias. There's nothing wrong with me, I just needed a little break." Sora said with his eyes meeting mine. The evidence was clear he was lying. When Sora was excited about something, his voice was always high, if not high, it was ten seconds faster than his usual tone while he would stare or look elsewhere but me as he went on and on about irrelevant things.

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…”

Sora closed his eyes, took a deep breath in, and shifted as he exhaled. Ezra gasped when he saw Sora in his true form. Sora's scales were cream, tan, and gold, with charcoal gray accents along his spine and down the length of his tail. He was the color of a royal Omega Dragon, the same color as his Dad's dragon.

> Telling your name to a sorceress is like asking to be cursed I looked at her a grin on my face while using my Evil Eyes on her, I could feel the presence of Solaria on her stronger than what I feel from the crown prince… yet that influence is not rooted and fixed like Lukretus’s… more like it was temporary or borrowed… saint hein? What an odd creature

Asking a voice in my head wasn’t even the answer. And there it was. A spear. Not metal. Not wood. A formation of Lisa herself, dark magic solidified into a weapon. The veins of it pulsed red, alive, beating with a faint rhythm like a heart. The moment my fingers touched it… The world snapped. A violent pull yanked at my mind. Voices flooded me, Lisa’s voice, cold, furious, terrified. Images pressed into me like claws. I staggered, screaming silently as something cracked open inside my skull. And suddenly, the voice and I were one…

"I was lucky not to get several dragon traits after I transcended. I do not need to steal in order to maintain the sense of superiority that the male dragons live for." I finger the piece at my throat. "It's gorgeous." "I stole it," I say unable to help the pride in my voice. Acasia spews her tea and places her hand at her throat. "Please tell me it wasn't from Sarn or Tahr." "No. It came from another realm, the coffers of a Sir Orland Locksy to be exact." My grin widens when I say his name. "I've heard of him. Laryn truly took you to steal your own treasure?"

“But I’m happy to see you here. What’s your name, honey?” She was not what I thought. She was so sweet. “Noelle Dolton.” I smiled once I felt comfortable with her. “Spraggins,” she corrected. “Don’t use that name ever again.” She gave me a warm smile. “Ok, come here. We have a lot of talks.” She led me to the couch. ********** Third Person He stood near the window, gazing at nothing in the dark. His mind wandered around the woman, who was sleeping soundly. He sighed exasperatedly and turned to her, staring at her down. The moonlight shone through the window and cast a glow upon her body.

“She looked at me and told me I could do a good job of getting closer to you while finding out about the truth behind your coming back.” I heaved a sigh. Why did I need to trust Sora? What if this was a setup? It could be a setup, but not from her end. The setup was from the end of Annora who believed she could catch me red-handed. But the good news was Sora, who she sent to me, has a form of resentment for her. “Well, what do you want to do, Sora?” “What do you mean, my lord?” “I'm asking you, woman.”

"Who are you?" One of the figures stepped forward into the dim, flickering light of a bioluminescent moss growing on the tunnel walls. It was a woman, her skin mapped with glowing white veins that matched the color of her eyes. She wore a tattered Lagos-style headwrap, but it was reinforced with carbon-fiber plating. "We are the ones your mother forgot to finish," she said, her voice a hollow, metallic echo. "They call me Sora. And if you’re wearing that stone, it means the countdown has already begun."