Sora Yu-gi-oh Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

Silver Fang answers from somewhere beyond the trees. And beneath it— A female laugh carries faintly on the wind. Elira. Watching her game unfold. My lycan bares his teeth. Let her come. I grip my weapon tighter as another wave crashes toward us. This isn’t a skirmish. It’s war.

"The syringe and a collar are on the floor in front of you. You understand what I want you to do" My blood runs cold as I realize he's holding little Lyra in his arms.

I questioned, hoping for a better news about what was happening in the Crimson. “They don’t know what it is. Herbs and medecines aren’t working. Wolfsbane treatments don’t touch it. It’s something new, Alpha Aarhea!” I gulped when I heard what he said. I shoved the chair back and stood, heart hammering. “We’re leaving, Ellias! Now. Get the car ready.” I ordered him. Ellias frowned, “ Alpha Aarhea, you’re in the middle of negotiations here. If you walk out...”

Now, ONLY I CAN HAVE YOU. So learn this lesson, my dearest lovely Auria, you are only mine and no one other than me can have you. No one can love you like the way that I did. And do not even think of going to someone else because I will just get rid of them like how I got rid of this toy of yours. Heed my warning, my love. Lovingly yours, your most beloved

“His name is Soraka; he is your companion and a figure from that ring.” “Damn! That's terrifying; I don't want it."

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.

Plus that president, who always spend time with Julliana, made him mad. Putting the Kendo mask on his head, he glared intently at Zitrey. “I will crush you!” Zitrey just stared at him and knowing Sora watching these. She doesn’t plan to fight back at all. She doesn’t care about points nor about the prize, she was only here attending this festival, mainly for knowing who is the nimble shadow. The only one who knows her real identity as Crimson Blade among these students. Since then, she always believes that the nimble shadow will be her key to finding ‘him’, but a massive wall was on her way again.

A short while later, my mother joined us, she sat across from me, her eyes darting toward Sora, who was hunched over her phone, tapping and checking the screen every other second. My mother’s curiosity got the better of her. “Sora, who is it? A boyfriend?” Sora stiffened. “No.” Mother responded “You keep glancing down on your phone every second… If that’s a new boyfriend then you should bring him over, I want to meet him.” Sora’s eyes flickered with irritation. “…It’s not a man.” “Then who?” Mother leaned forward, her voice laced with curiosity. “…Rue.” The air shifted instantly. My mother’s expression was quickly replaced with contempt.