Sora Mha Novels & Stories

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!

“Does an alpha really need a reason to hurt an omega?” Aronohai Miyamura is a dominant alpha, and Hagakure Sorahiko is an omega— he’s never needed a reason to do anything. “But he was always so kind to you…? He always had his eyes on you. Even I noticed, Sora….”. I don’t think she knows it, but everything she’s saying makes it hurt even worse. “He would joke with you…You even stopped being afraid of him! So why?…Why would he do this?…”.

wow…. “It seems like you are going for a wedding” one of the makeup artist couldn’t help but squeal in excitement, “I am a lady but I can’t keep my eyes off of you” Aura smiled as she twirled in front of the mirror, even though she couldn’t keep her own eyes off of herself. Her phone rang again and she immediately answered when she saw the caller ID. “Are you ready?” Malcolm’s deep husky voice filtered into her ears. “Yes I am” she beamed.

I stared at the building as my mind told me not to go any further. "Alpha Amora". I gazed up at the second floor, to see Doctor Debra waving down at me. She had a white lab coat on and a black stethoscope around her neck, her golden hair shining brightly under the sunlight. "Up there". Suki pointed and I nodded. "Good day, Alpha" A little voice sounded behind me. "Thank you, Jack". I responded to the little boy whose father was the previous beta, when my father was still in reign.

My back soaked. "Sora..."

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.

He doubts it's going to end well for Soral. * *

“Look at their hands.” The captives’ fingers twitched. Small movements. Resistance. Sora lifted one hand. They stopped. “They are unfinished,” she said. “Orochi prefers fresh vessels for the coming tide.” “What tide?” I asked. Her gaze dropped to the ring at my throat. “The one your return has awakened.” Raiken took a step forward. Sora’s nails lengthened into black claws. The captives opened their mouths. A low chorus rose from them. Not speech. Hunger.

"I am looking for Sora. One of the maids told me she came to this wing to check on the new arrival of clothing fabrics. She wanted to see the silks from the southern traders." Travis felt a cold drop of sweat roll down his back. He didn't show it. "I haven't seen her. We’ve been up and down this hall for ten minutes." "She should have been back by now," Ramesh muttered, his grip tightening on his cane. "It is time for her medicine. You know how she is, Alpha. Sora... she has the body of a woman, but her mind is still that of a child. If she misses her dose, she becomes confused. She loses her sense of where she is. I need to find her."

I glare at her. The instructor nods once. “Enough.” Lilith gracefully walks towards me, smoothing her sleeves as though we had merely finished a dance. “You don’t just calculate,” she says quietly. “You wait.” “And you test,” I reply unwaveringly staring into her violet chaos. She smiles predatorily. We return to line. “Han. Whitford.” Sora and Aurora step forward. Their dynamic is different. Aurora is taller than Sora. Where Sora’s Muay Thai movements were disciplined, textbook precision refined to art.