Sora Quotes Novels & Stories

"You’re not absorbing the field. You’re feeding it back." Sora didn't walk; he surged. Every step left a blackened footprint on the sterile floor. He reached out and grabbed the edge of the metal console, his fingers melting through the alloy as if it were wax. The high-frequency hum emitting from his body reached a pitch that made Aidan’s ears bleed. "You wanted a weapon, Aidan," Sora said. His voice was no longer a single tone, but a layered, mechanical growl. "But you forgot that weapons don't have masters. They only have targets."

“I’m the one who harvests souls in the name of our dark lord.” “So I really am dying?” I stammered, the words dragging across my tongue like chains. “No… not yet.” “Oh, darling, it doesn’t depend on you. We have two paths for this—the easy one…” Sora smiled, a malicious glint in her eyes. “Or the hard one.” “No!” I snarled, glaring at her with fury. “I haven’t had my revenge on those bastards yet. I haven’t seized the power. I want the darkness for myself.”

“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.

However Zitrey showed less than his expectation, she never faze at all, and remained to her cool expression then stepped forward to him, hands are in her pants pocket, “Who give you that foolish information?” Sora just stared at her, smiling, scanning her from head to toe. “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.”

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 stops, blinking like she genuinely doesn’t understand the problem. “Why is everyone acting like this? I just want to talk to Hailey.” Her voice trembles slightly — but not with fear. With annoyance. The air shifts. Something in her cracks for just a second. “Why,” Ethan asks slowly, “did you break into the executive system?” Sora’s smile stretches, too wide. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me.” She glances at him, expression suddenly cold. “You’ve never paid attention to people like us. You’re too busy firing interns for breathing too loud.”

“Still, it’s exciting to be considered.” “Besides,” Sora continued, twirling her wine goblet with a practiced elegance. “Why jump at the idea of mixing with all kinds of strange people? I, for one, have had enough mingling.” She said this, her green eyes settling on me with a piercing gaze. Perhaps I’ve been too quiet, allowing Sora to make her nasty remarks without consequence. My fingers curled and uncurled around the spoon in my hand, the metal cool against my skin as I narrowed my eyes at her.