Sora Roxas Ventus Vanitas Novels & Stories

Rebirth Of The Vengeful Luna Torturer’s POV As the clash of swords reverberated through the room, the air crackled with anticipation and the scent of bloodlust. I, the torturer, found myself drawn into the fray, compelled by the adrenaline coursing through my veins. The Luna's guard, formidable and resolute, met my own guards with unwavering determination. I stepped forward, my movements calculated and precise. My hands tightly gripped the hilt of my weapon, a testament to my years of training in the art of combat. I engaged in the dance of blades, joining the fray with an intensity matched only by the Luna's guard.

Close enough to feel it. Close enough to smell… Sylas staggered back a step. “No.” His voice came out hoarse, barely controlled. This wasn’t intentional. This wasn’t him. This was something else. Something slipping past his control while he slept. A low, sharp sound cut through the silence behind him. Footsteps. Fast. Urgent. “Sir—” Roxas. Sylas turned sharply. His gaze landed on him and stilled. There was blood. A deep slash across Roxas’s face, still fresh, still wet, cutting from his cheekbone down toward his jaw. It hadn’t healed yet. Hadn’t even started to.

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"Fantastic.” "Yes. If you stop being a brat, I can tell you what the Somnaris Bloom looks like before you kill someone." I inhaled sharply, biting back an insult. "Fine. Describe it." "Dark blue petals, thin stem, a little bigger than your palm. It smells faintly like wintermint. Look for that." I rummaged through the bag again, cursing Seraphina for not labeling anything, and finally found a jar with dried blue petals. "Got it."

Thorne hopped from his shoulder to the arm of the chair, and as soon as Varius had settled, all voices died down. It wasn’t forced, but Varius, who looked too mysterious for words, just had this way of making people around him go silent. “I have indeed come to taste those marshmallows of yours, child,” he said, smiling at Sora. His eyes squinted gently. It was obvious he liked her, but I don’t think there could ever be anyone who could hate Sora. She was just a bundle of light. “And perhaps…” Varius continued. “I can share a glimpse of what lies ahead for each of you.”

Therefore, he clenched his fists and bit his bottom lip. Zoren immediately approached them when he saw Harry there, and he drew a wide smile on his lips. “Hi, I'm Detective Zoren, and we received a call from here. Perhaps you are Mr. Felix Crosinciano, the owner of this Vanilla club, am I right?” When he introduced himself to Felix, he handed him a calling card, and Felix also gave him his business card. He was about to speak, but suddenly, he turned to his right where he saw Harry.

"Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness"- Poppy Z. Brite. Rose's POV: My body shook as silent cries of agony escaped me. Mr. Victor just stood there, frozen, thunderstruck, angry. His eyes were glued to Madeline's pale, lifeless face. His eyes were red, which made his turquoise irises stand out more, making him look hauntingly devastated. He let out a roar and shoved me away from her. My back hit the cold floor with a loud thud as a searing pain shot through from my spine.

“Name yourself.” “Lady Sora.” Her eyes shifted to him. Red spread slowly across her irises. “Servant of Orochi. Keeper of his table. Voice of his hunger.” Kiyomi whispered, “Very dramatic.” Sora’s smile widened. “You must be the sister.” Hayate stepped in front of Kiyomi. Sora tilted her head. “Protective already?” His blade lifted. “Try me.” She laughed softly. The sound echoed from every tunnel. Then the missing people walked out behind her.

Without another word, Adrian ignored Zoe's attempts to stop him and rushed out of the penthouse into the dead of night. As the car carried me away, I could feel the violent Alpha aura surging behind me. Even though the mate bond was severed, I could still faintly sense Adrian's turmoil and fury. But at this moment, Zoe must have been ecstatic. Because her taunting messages had finally worked. The high and mighty Luna had truly fallen from her throne. Watching Adrian rush off, she must have been fighting to keep the smile from her lips. Putting on the mask of a concerned she-wolf.

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.