Sora Kasugano Novels & Stories

Your support means a lot to me. sora

I pause taking a tissue from Kate to wipe my nose. Kate waits before I continue, “He grabs my arm and pulls me off the dancefloor. He has another woman attached to his other side,” at this Kate sits up a little taller. “Who the hell was she?” Kate asks. “She would be his fiancée and future Luna. The Luna ceremony is schedule in two weeks,” I say starting to cry.

No lupus garou but her would be Caleb’s mate. The smell of Ragnar pelted Diana before she caught sight of him. Turning, she found he’d sneaked up behind her, sniffing. She was sure he tried to see if Caleb was still keeping her well satisfied. She snarled at Ragnar. He shoved his way between her and Vernetta, his black fur standing on end, his neck just as thick as she’d remembered it, his body hefty and deadly.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

Orion approached him, offering a hand, which he took, clasping his forearm in silent gratitude. As Caspian turned to leave, he threw Rey a small, teasing smirk. "Give him hell, little flame. Trust me, he deserves it." Her lips curved in a faint smile as she watched him walk away. It was the first time she'd met the Alpha of the South, who seemed laid back compared to Aleksandr and Orion, but she wasn't fooled; she knew under that playful exterior laid a ruthless monster, she saw it in his eyes and if there was one thing she'd learned, it was that the eyes never lies.

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

The vibrant energy of the surroundings was contagious, and for a moment, the weight on her shoulders seemed to lighten. Draped in a black saree adorned with sparkling borders, Hiya's long, dense hair cascaded freely. A white diamond nose pin added a touch of elegance to her beauty, and the rosy red lipstick she wore enhanced her features. Despite her outward charm, there was an underlying sadness in her eyes, a testament to the unspoken pain she had been enduring.

Nneamaka laughed. “Uwa eju afo (nothing on earth can satisfy)” Ejima added as they returned their attention to the cassava. She was about to pick the third cassava when she suddenly felt a weight on her head. She tried to lift her hand, to make sure she was not imagining things, but her hands would not obey. They had developed minds of their own, causing Ejima's world to spin. The strength in her body had veered into the strength of water, and every attempt to make sense of the situation threatened to mask her world with darkness.

“Name yourself.” “Lady Sora.” Her eyes shifted to him. Red spread slowly across her irises. “Servant of Orochi. Keeper of his table. Voice of his hunger.” Kiyomi whispered, “Very dramatic.” Sora’s smile widened. “You must be the sister.” Hayate stepped in front of Kiyomi. Sora tilted her head. “Protective already?” His blade lifted. “Try me.” She laughed softly. The sound echoed from every tunnel. Then the missing people walked out behind her.