Timeless River Sora Novels & Stories

The river was suddenly easy to locate when adrenalin wasn’t flooding her system. She pushed through a web of leaves and swept her flashlight across the river. She didn’t find the Lunara moss, but she found something else immediately. He stood waist-deep in the river not four meters away, scooping water over his head and bare shoulders. The moon cast everything in faint blue light. Entranced, Thora's flashlight travelled exactly one second longer than it should have. Before her brain caught up with her eyes, Regan turned around. His broad shoulders pivoted first, water streaming down the carved ridges of his chest as the motion pulled his torso into full view.

“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.

I know I’m plain to look at. I still ended up wearing the black dress shirt though. Now, back to that my one friend—Sakura Hoshino. She’s extraordinarily loud and irritating, and the only person who has stuck around with me since university. Now, I wouldn’t call us best friends, but we’ve been through enough shit together to qualify as trauma-bonded lifemates. We’re basically soulmates. ⸻ “Come on Sora, drink it! I know you want to” Sakura’s leaning across the table and staring me down with this weird look in her eyes. Literal fumes are coming from whatever unholy concoction she's mixed in that glass.

My back soaked. "Sora..."

Her passion for the rainforest was evident in her every word, and her enthusiasm helped her fellow passengers appreciate the beauty and importance of this unique ecosystem. “But why,” asked Gloria, her voice filled with curiosity, “is there no bridge over the A****n River?” Sonia, a seasoned tour guide and expert on the A****n rainforest, was ready to answer Gloria’s query. "The A****n River," Sonia began, "is a unique and extraordinary natural wonder. It is the largest river system in the world, spanning over 6,400 kilometres and boasting an incredibly complex network of tributaries and channels. Its sheer size and the immense volume of water it carries pose significant challenges for bridg

Luna’s eyes suddenly widened. It was the river that separated the realm of the living from the realm of the dead! Luna subconsciously glanced at the river of myth. The river water was extremely turbulent like a rapids. The entire river was black, giving people a sense of oppression. When the water surged, there were faint cries of ghosts, making one’s scalp tingle. Luna turned away and looked at the envoy of hell, asking, “Do you mean I have to swim past the river?” “Nay...” The envoy shook her head.

she said, her voice turning serious, "business time. Before we get into the details of our plan, I need to know a little more about your abilities, River. Knowing you're a witch is one thing, but understanding the extent of your magic is crucial." River nodded with a thoughtful expression. "I can teleport," she explained. "I can also sense emotions, both human and animal, to a certain degree. When in full battle spirit, I can do anything.” “Trust me Sofia, one River equals fifty warriors. Sofia raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Whoa! The strength of over fifty warriors? I – I'm wowed." "There's more," Gonzalo added, arms crossing over the back of River’s chair with pride. "She's also quite ski

I was already shaking. And then I realized I was crying. I heard screams, loud screeches like as if, everything was happening again before my eyes. Oh my God... If.... Oh my The pain they must have all went through... My tears were still flowing uncontrollably, and I was shaking with the sorrow I felt at the moment. "And....?" "And nothing Azura.. at that moment you were gone and I went into sleep. That's what happens when we loose the one we are guarding, or they loose their magic. We die temporarily, till another magic being is born for us to bond with.

Beyond it was a river. Serra dashed towards it, passing through the rocky trail. She dropped the oil canister, torch and the match on the river bank and head down into the water. The river was the complete opposite of the one they have in Sirka village. It was wide and huge, and the water was angry and loud. The water was clear and clean.

My heart immediately dropped to the floor. The sight before me was nothing short of terrifying. An angry torrent of water churned angrily between jagged rocks, the current moving so fast it blurred. Sharp stones jutted from beneath the surface, and the air was thick with the scent of what was about to happen. The older people call it “The River of Souls.” It takes more than your body—it takes a piece of your soul, the elders would say and now I see why.