Sora Mha Novels & Stories

Me: I knew I could count on you, Son. Me: By the way, fuck you Toney. Jackson: so… is there a body? I smile, looking over at Sora whose hand keeps flanneling, sure looks visibly upset. Me: A certain, black haired girl with white streaks at the front of her hair. Toney: You mean your manager? I chuckled, Toney always the great comedian. Getting contracted under Sora wasn’t sheer coincidence or pure luck. I don’t have those, unfortunately. I pitched with the company I worked with to make sure she got hired and made her my new acting manager, while the old one was still in “recovering”.

“Your Luna is a smart woman. I'm afraid I have underestimated her in so many ways and so many instances.” “Annora is a strong, smart woman. Her wolf may not be as strong as it should be but she has so many potentials in her. Knowing from looking or even hearing is one of them. You don't want to know, Lord Kairel. But that's not all.” “What happened next?” “Then she looked at me—” Sora explained. “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.”

She would grieve later, after they had dealt with those who had caused Vedila’s untimely demise. They were gathered in the Maajira’s office. The chair behind the desk remained empty, and the Sorceresses were seated in chairs set up in a circle in front of it. Breya was present, of course, as was Elmina Dorvan, Keyla’s grandmother. Three other senior Sorceresses were in attendance: Allayna, who was most senior and considered the most suited to become the new Maajira; Halina, who had for many years trained those gifted in the psychic aspects of magic; and Munira, whose current position was as headmistress of the novices. “Please, tell us,” said Elmina, her face drawn with grief over her friend

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's debrief took two days. Not because she was withholding — because she knew more than she realized she knew, and untangling what was relevant from what she had been told was background noise took time and someone good at asking the right questions. Renna was that person. She sat with Sora for six hours the first day and three the second and came out with a map of the Oslo program's structure, funding sources, recruitment pipeline, and Meridian's involvement that was more complete than anything Felix had from his four years inside.