Sora Roxas Ventus Vanitas Novels & Stories

"What bargains, Helen-Nora? What secrets are you talking about?" Helen-Nora swallowed hard, the words tumbling out in an avalanche of anguish. "Vincent Moreau. and Damian Blackwood. I was trying to play both ends. Take what I could from Vincent while deceiving him, running to Damian's protection for cover, and keep the both of you safe through all."

he retorted, launching into a flurry of calculated strikes aimed at Sorin's defenses. Their confrontation intensified amidst the swirling chaos of the vineyard grove. Sorin fought with determination fueled by the weight of his family's legacy and the newfound knowledge of their supernatural ties. Victor countered with ruthless precision, his every move calculated to gain the upper hand. As the battle raged on, Sorin felt a surge of elemental energy welling within him—a connection to the orb and its ancient powers. With a focused effort, he channeled this energy into his movements, enhancing his speed and strength.

FLORA The rogue leader was more beast than man. Towering, pale scars crossing over his temple and throat. His name was Varek, and he made even my rage feel small. "You came back," he said with a crooked grin. "I told you I would. And I told you I have something to offer." He raised an eyebrow. "A Luna's dirty secrets? Or just pretty lies from a girl cast aside?" I tossed the old scroll onto the table between us. "Ixora's strength comes from something ancient. She's tied to the old bloodlines. But even they have weaknesses."

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

'It's so good to see you Sable," I whimpered into her coat. 'Same Anna! That bitch Ruby injected us with a very powerful Aconite. Not only that, it was infused with dark magic, which suppressed my abilities inside you. Our connection was severed and I could no longer communicate or transform.' My heart broke several times, hearing Sable's words. Fresh tears leaked out and buried into her fur as I kept on holding her.

Max, Jaxon, and I frowned as we saw the way Paviar answered Max’s question. It looked like it would be a difficult task for us to do... Watching the sleeping Rosa, Paviar regretfully said, “Rosa is the only one able to dispose of those souls. Her magic embodies both the ancient bloodline of gods and the dark, twisted nature of demons. She is a child of two worlds, the key to penetrating the barrier.” We were shocked once again and turned our gazes to Rosa’s sleeping figure to see her stirring. Jaxon stood and went to her with a glass of water in his hand as we all watched Rosa awaken.

Can she leave him when the goddess gave them to each other? Mortus rubbed his cheek into her hand, feeling her warmth. Scorpia’s wings shook, by fear or the tingles that shot through her I would never know. “The King, or Emperor as he likes to call himself, of the Rogues is Virion,” Mortus breathed, raking in her scent. “He is started as a sorcerer and practiced necromancing.” Orion slammed his hand on the railing, breaking the trance Scoripa had Mortus . Shaking her head, she pulled his face back to hers. “Keep going,” she muttered. “This will help, keep going.”

"Who are you?" One of the figures stepped forward into the dim, flickering light of a bioluminescent moss growing on the tunnel walls. It was a woman, her skin mapped with glowing white veins that matched the color of her eyes. She wore a tattered Lagos-style headwrap, but it was reinforced with carbon-fiber plating. "We are the ones your mother forgot to finish," she said, her voice a hollow, metallic echo. "They call me Sora. And if you’re wearing that stone, it means the countdown has already begun."

Lucas nodded, and said faintly to Vortex, "Is there a problem with it?" Vortex glanced at Lucas and then looked at the Apocalyptic Legion. After a few seconds, Vortex said with a deep voice, "Even though you and your Apocalyptic Legion had powerful combat skills, Rose is still a Rank 3 Transcendent Being after all." "I know." Lucas nodded. Vortex looked at the faint expression on Lucas' face and this made his old face have an astonishing look. "Since you knew about it, you still insist on going?" "I'm not afraid though," Lucas said slowly. Vortex kept quiet for some time before saying to Lucas, "I think I should go over there with you."

Xana leans forward and quickly presses the receiver button allowing her to make the next call, again it is answered within three rings, “Sora. Return to the Den.” “Right away, Your Highness.” Again Xana quickly presses the receiver button and makes her last call. This one, however, took longer to answer, she was just about to end the call and try again when his arrogant voice came over the line, “I’m busy…” “BLADE!”