Timeless River Sora Novels & Stories

Andrew replied, calm and direct. Debra blushed, and Erica grinned, "You know the rules. Gotta answer all my questions to get in." "Sure." "First question! What's the longest river in the country?" "The Khoralith." "Second! What's the second longest?" "The Frostglen." "Third..." "Wrap it up. You're gonna make us late," Randy cut in, baffled by her random trivia. "Ugh, almost done. Quit interrupting." Erica swatted his hand. "Third question! What's the shortest river?"

And that's how I became what you could distantly define as a protégé of Sentaya for the next five years. I got warm clothes and barely edible food and drink, but I had to clean up and transfer the corpses daily. With time I became desensitised to the stench and their crippled, decayed bodies. Maybe even I started to stink like them, I don’t know. I have learned that these are the corpses of those who have served their time in Oribus and are transferred further down in hell or are to be cast away. It turned out that Ortelvan River was fuelled and powered by souls, sweat, blood and tears of forsaken souls who were waiting for the judgement on further transfer within the hell. The river can bec

"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."

The snow dusted the branches like powdered sugar, and the pale-blue snow blossoms peeked up from the frost, as if determined to keep blooming despite the cold. A narrow river cut through the forest, its water so impossibly clear that I could see every smooth stone at the bottom. In winter, rivers were supposed to freeze, but this one flowed like a living ribbon of silver. Just like me, Stacy’s eyes were also widened in awe. She gasped dramatically. “Liora, look at the fishes in the river. Their color is so vibrant. And that tree, it has fruits on it. Gosh! How can your mom ever live in a normal pack after being born in a place like this?”

"Gideon Frost, you truly have become vicious. Fine. Since you protect this evil spirit's remains so dearly, then you will personally burn them to ashes to cleanse the bad luck from Adrian's body." Father trembled all over and stared at Mother in disbelief. "Seraphina, have you forgotten why you are alive today? My sister traded her life for yours. Have you forgotten all of it? "How dare you treat her like this? How dare you!" The courtyard fell silent. Only Adrian's groans drifted faintly from the rooms beyond. Mother drew a breath. Her brows tightened with impatience. "Must you cling to something from so many years ago? "She is already dead. How can a dead ghost compare to Adrian's living l

Now Augusto had woken up and didn't feel Soraia's perfume and body beside him - stubborn like the good werewolf he is - he stood up, his back burning hot from the effort and looked at the time 05:20 - and left the tent in search of her. He sniffed the air and, feeling her perfume, had followed him through the tents and trees and rocks until he reached the river, and the sight he witnessed there, for sure, had been his and his friend's dream for months. Soraia was swimming naked, bathed in the dawn glow like a silver angel, and when she sank down and emerged back up he saw her paralyzed and watching his movements. It's now or never," she thought, and armed with courage.

If she was curious about something, Sora could easily answer it to her; not unless it was something that he was restricted to tell to. But now, he suddenly opened up about the beast tide that occured every fifty years. He even questioned the location of the Bexerth Academy. In addition, he brought up the red haired Great Swordmaster out of nowhere. With these suspicious actions of Sora, how could Minerva failed to see it? She'd be blind and stupid if she fell on his trap! Besides, Sora was always lazy and lethargic. How could he, out of nowhere, suddenly became this energetic? This was also the reason that she became skeptical of him!

" he inquired. Chop! The sound of a knife clicking against a leek drew Barry's attention away from Lora and towards the stem. "The river is clean enough to wash clothes," Lora replied. "Okay, but be careful not to get carried away by the water," Barry said, shrugging his shoulders. He was aware that the weather in this universe differed from that in the human world, and the river now moved twice as rapidly. Lora simply smiled and exited the palace. The situation was unchanged from yesterday. Her legs were no longer tackled, and her hair was no longer grasped by Tina. She held a bucket of clothes, and when she arrived at the river, she encountered Harvey by chance. Her heart was racing, and s

Twilight POV Sora and I met up at a park. “I can’t get over how precious she is. What’s her name?” “Natsumi. She’s turning two in August.” “She's even more precious now. You better watch out because I might kidnap her one day.” She joked. “Short Stuff, funny running into you here.” Seriously, who else, that I know, will pop up? I have nothing against Hansuke, but still. “Speaking of, since when did you start babysitting?” He asked Sora.

Riversane's might To move ahead with his job of centuries-old He gathered the souls and moved Towards the burning Styx A carrier ready to travel across But startled he stopped To see another hooded figure Riding the river unabashedly And stalking his moves very minutely. Pepper Rei didn't know how else to greet the messenger of death With an army of lost souls crowding behind him So she took it upon herself To sail the carrier in the flaming sea And felt very satisfied to see Mr. Riversane surprised and dare she say