Sora Ninjago Fanart Novels & Stories

The scene would be 'almost' unbelievable if it hadn't happened in the real world with real people and as crazy as it is... with real creatures. It even sounds like a music video with the background music being Sola by Jennifer Lopez. The vampire Soraia's gaze opens between shadows. Her steps are slow on the road of white stones that hurt her bare feet... but her soul is much more wounded.

He was the color of a royal Omega Dragon, the same color as his Dad's dragon. Just like Roman, Sora is small. Even compared to other Omega dragons. The Omega stretches his wings out, something he hasn't been able to do since he was young. His neck stretched as his head raised toward the sky. The Omega took in a deep breath, and a breath of smoke left his mouth when he roared.

“That information pique my interest and looking at you now, I just notice, you have such a small shoulder length compared to a real guy. Was that information really real or not? Now, I wanted to know more. “Tsk, what are you implementing?… Don’t answer me with another question.” “Oh forgive me, but I too doesn’t know who was that guy as he love to cover his face with a mask. Anyway, I’m really interested to you. Looking you as a girl, you’re more beautiful than Julliana.” Sora suddenly leaned to her making her to step near the wall, his hands then instantly slammed on the wall, locking her to not go anywhere. Zitrey frowned.

When Saiya's mind returned to the present, she was shocked by what's happening all around her; shadows from the dead villagers starts emerging. TO BE CONTINUED

“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.

Your support means a lot to me. sora

Sora seemed pleased. “Can I keep it?” Sora asked. Yukio nodded and he handed the painting to him. He took a wood frame from his shelf and placed the drawing inside. He stood up and hung it by the wall near the window. “What about you, Mama? Can we see your painting?” He eagerly waited for me to finish my painting. “Here it is.” I gave him the paper. His eyes widened. “This is beautiful.” He ran to his father and gave him the paper. I painted Yukio and Sora standing next to each other. I would’ve just painted Yukio but it seemed like an insult if I didn’t include Sora.

Hagakure Sorahiko is an amusing little thing. Small, omegan, and funny as hell. The funniest part is that the omega in question would strongly disagree with his assessment. It would probably be more accurate to say that, the omega will strongly reject his evaluation. Seeing as the omega seems to enjoy rejecting his existence. It’s bloody hilarious. ‘Only my friend calls me Sora’. He had obliged, hadn’t he? He calls him ‘Sorahiko’ instead.

It was Sora. ***

“But you’re using my lightning! Darrion said that the natural thunder color is purple, mine’s white! Wouldn’t anyone notice anything from that?” Teacher Sora tapped Jai’s forehead with his blue fan. “I said not to worry too much. Your thunder would be mixed with the natural ones, no one will notice it if they don’t squint their eyes and look closer. But who would focus their eyes on a blinding light? Consider this one of your training.” Teacher Sora was calm as he said all of that. However, Jai was still a bit nervous about all of that. Although he was sure about one thing, that this Teacher Sora was a little bit of a psycopath.