Sora Pokemon Novels & Stories

“You’re being deceived!” But it was too late. The magic swirled around Sora, whipping her hair in all directions. She clutched her chest, struggling to breathe, as a bright red light pulsed inside her. Her knees buckled, but she didn't fall. Her eyes glowed purple, and powerful energy radiated from her in waves.

Only Sora can see visions of one’s dark past as the blood of a witch runs through her veins, which was what made her into a great healer who uses magic in her treatments. Yet, the dark side of her gifts was that she never forgets a vision when she sees it. “This I cannot tell you, your highness. It is on her to decide if she’ll tell you everything, or not,” Sora said calmly knowing the visions she saw were far too intense for her to reveal. Damian felt surprised, but he did not force her. “However, because of this, your highness, she had already stopped healing.” She continued. “Do whatever it takes to help heal her,” he said, settling his gaze back to Kataleya.

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 "What the hell are you talking about, Sora?" Zane's voice was no longer confused; instead, it was sharp. Cold. "What the hell are you talking about, Sora?" he repeated, this time his voice was slow. "I've read about it before—how some rare alphas are so powerful they have the ability to heal, take away pain. Some had the power to even give life. I read all about it as a child." His expression didn't change.

Sora wasn’t listening to anyone. Not the fairy guards. Not my father. Not even the Fairy Queen herself.. The wolf’s eyes stayed locked on me as if the rest of the world no longer existed. The corruption surged again beneath my skin. Sora lost what little control he had left. His claws hit the glowing floor hard enough to crack stone as he pushed harder toward me. “No!” Mom shouted again. The symbols around me flickered dangerously. “Johanis, control your wolf!” “I’M TRYING!” We could hear him scream. But Sora wasn’t trying to be controlled.. that was the problem. As he was terrified. I could feel it through the mate bond now beneath all the rage and violence.

asked Augustus as he took a few steps forward, but Soraia put a very suspicious vampire to his defense, but with a difference, her eyes were not black with a red ruby in the center, but totally white and with a black drop. -Give her up, Augustus, she belongs to me now. Augusto remembered Miranda's wordsSoraia had returned, but without any memory. And if there is no one to hold her hand, she will be plunged into darkness forever. Augusto noticed that Julio Cesar continued with his disgusting litany, and sent him a "Shut up! -Shut up, you meddlesome wolf, and go away," returned Soraia harshly, and it was like being punched in the heart. Julio Cesar smiled, of course.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

He never expected that after preparing so many armaments and so many men, the conclusion was that Harvey was still alive, and so was Clarion! This… Sora kept on retreating back as he felt the anger boiling within him. "I am Sora! The scion of the Origin Sword Style! One of the future leaders in Sky Plane! Even if you win, you can never touch me! Otherwise, all of you will die here!"

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 walked off to the bedroom, leaving her standing there with his release dripping down her thigh. Sora Robbins, twenty-eight years old, stared at her reflection in the hallway mirror. The woman looking back at her had beautiful dark hair, full lips, and soft, generous curves that men on the internet called “goddess-like.” But in her real life, those same curves were weapons used against her. She didn’t know how much longer she could survive this. --- The next morning at Blackwood Corporation, Sora tried to bury herself in work. As a senior assistant in the marketing department, she was good at her job — organized, quiet, and reliable. But today her mind kept drifting.