Sora One Piece Novels & Stories

In the Hollow One’s temple, we found it; a silver mirror that whispered. Each time I looked, I saw a different version of myself. One wore a crown. One held a child. One was devouring a pack. And one… was married to Lira. The Oracle broke her silence. “You weren’t born under this sky,” she said. “What does that mean?” I snapped. She held up my blood in moonlight. It shimmered like stars. “You were born under the Ninth Moon. Not this realm. Not this timeline. That’s why they fear you.”

Afterwards, their bodies crashed on the floor as their corpse rot in a fast pace. The child that pretended to be Minerva swiftly changed its appearance. It peeked at the man who was on the side all along. “Did you acquire it, Sora?” Santi asked without an expression on his face. “Yes, master.” Sora replied seriously. It already returned into its puppy form. With a wave of his hand, two thumb-sized moonstones appeared on his palm. Santi closed his eyes as he played the two moonstones. He injected some mana to the one moonstone and smirked.

Our lives are in danger, and maybe, just maybe, that will make him do something miraculous. ‘You got to do something!’ I cry. ‘We are dying!’ Liam’s face twists with pain - he knows I’m right, and suddenly, without warning, one of the ghouls attacks us. It bites Liam’s wings while another screeches and goes for my tail, digging it’s nail into it. I whimper in pain, but there is absolutely nothing I can do. ‘Aurora!’ Liam screams through the mind-link before his eyes start to glow in a bright blue color.

A knock. Urgent. Sora’s second-in-command, a wiry woman named Fen, entered, breathless.“Your Majesty. There’s someone at the eastern gate.”My heart leapt.“Who?” Kira asked.“She won’t give her name. But she’s wounded. Burned. And she asked for you.”I didn’t wait for more. I was already moving, boots echoing down the stone corridors, cloak dragging behind me like a second shadow.The woman was slumped against the gate post when I arrived, blood crusted on her brow, her armor scorched. But even beneath the soot and pain, I recognized her.Sora.She looked up as I approached, and the eyes that met mine were wrong.Not broken.Changed.“Sora,” I breathed, falling to my knees beside her. “Where are the

Sly was currently in his fourth month of age and his resemblance to Sora was uncanny as well as his personality and his eyes differed greatly from Sora. Sora didn't seem to care about Sonya as he stared at Sly who stared back at him with a pacifier in his mouth. Sly seemed so relaxed seeing Sora but it wasn't the same for Sora. He looked utterly terrified but maintained eye contact with Sly who smiled at him like he knew he was his mother. "I don't feel so good." Sora said as he covered his mouth, his cheeks puffing and I immediately dropped Ren but I was late. Sora puked on the ground and I grabbed his bag, handling it to Gretel who rushed quickly and took the bag.

There were not enough, but it's all I have and I shall cherish those memories. A cloud must have moved in front of the sun because the warm rays are no longer touching my skin. I open my eyes and the daydream I'm having appears real. It's Sarn. He's standing over me with the most incredible glow in his purple eyes. I smile and lift my arms. He kneels. I want this dream to continue forever. "It shall, sweet Sierra, I promise," he whispers into my mind. Then he's in my arms and my life begins again. I run my hands over his shirt and wonder why my dream has him clothed.

I hear his voice guiding me, “Savannah, walk through the forest with me” Suddenly I’m barefoot, walking through a pine forest. I hear a wolf howling. I know that howl, it’s my wolf. It’s Sahara. “Sahara, I’m coming girl”. The howls become more panicked. She’s trapped. I start running towards her. She’s calling for me, frantically.

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.

He sat back down on his desk and his attention was on me. “There was a river connected to the waterfalls where Sayori fell. It’s up north and it’s the only way for our men to enter the base of the waterfall. I thought of it and maybe there’s a possibility that Sayori washed up somewhere up north and someone found her. What do you think?” I said. Sora looked intently at me and slowly nodded.

Sora placed a hand on the Alpha’s chest, stopping him. "No," Sora said. His voice resonated with a power that made the elevator doors rattle. "These are mine. You find Dante." Sora stepped out onto the frost-covered floor. The generation twos tilted their heads in unison, a mechanical, synchronized movement. Their claws slid out—long, serrated blades of organic silver. Sora dropped his lead-lined cloak, letting it hit the floor with a heavy thud. He stood before them, a flawed prototype against five perfect gods.