Yosuga Sora Novels & Stories

I hear his voice guiding me, “Savannah, walk through the forest with me” Suddenly I’m barefoot, walking through a pine forest. I hear a wolf howling. I know that howl, it’s my wolf. It’s Sahara. “Sahara, I’m coming girl”. The howls become more panicked. She’s trapped. I start running towards her. She’s calling for me, frantically.

The Hunter in the alley was named Sora. Twenty-three, half-Japanese, trained at a private facility in Oslo that had zero oversight body affiliation, which was the first signal that the program she'd come through had been operating in a deliberate gap. Adrian brought her inside after the event. She was still suppressed — not distressed, just limited, which she clearly hated in the specific way that people who relied on their ability hated not having it. She sat at the table in the back office and looked at all of us with sharp eyes and said very little.

Her eyes glowed purple, and powerful energy radiated from her in waves. As Sora knelt, catching her breath, Ursula crouched beside her. "Okay," Ursula whispered softly, gently brushing a strand of hair from Sora's face. "Your daughter will be strong, even stronger than you." Her golden eyes flashed with a warning. "Don't forget our deal, Sora. Don't forget.”

It contained tons of portrait photos. Sora - Page 14 has my face. Hope that helps. Then Issei proceeded to open page 14 to see her picture. It shows a beautiful busty girl with a shoulder length pink hair with pink eyes. She wears what appears to be a magician robe with a black and purple color and she also wears a purple habit on her head. She has big boobs. (https://alicesoft.fandom.com/wiki/Mifa if you want her image). Issei just calmly says that.

He was her favorite musician and her dad had gifted her that poster on her sixteenth birthday but now everything had changed, she was now a stranger in her own house. After checking the room for a while, she opened the door to go outside but her eyes caught a wave of a pinkish diary on the bed. The color immediately intrigued hee and she found herself picking it up. Aurora was not one to meddle but the fact that she would be able to see interesting things about her sister drove her to open it. The first few pages contained issues of boys and love which made her laugh, so finally her sister Rosa was now into boys. She hated boys when she was little.

A grin curved onto my lips on the realization that I'm about to be the strongest being on Dexo Fernia – and soon be crowned as their queen. Holding my double-bladed swallow on my left hand, I walked through the only barrier keeping me locked outside the coliseum. Emotionless I waited for it to be removed out of my sight and the cheers grew louder every second. And as the wood barrier was slowly removed, those cheers just grew even louder. "VERONICA! GO VERONICA! GO VERONICA!!" I held my head high when I was called. "Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!"

I was stuck. A woman walked into the room wearing a clean white lab coat, a stark contrast to her black wings. Her face was stone, completely devoid of emotion. She approached the table with a container full of syringes and mostly empty vials. One contained a bright purple liquid. She retrieved that one first and filled a syringe half-way. “What's that?" I asked. She glanced at me, a small smirk creeping onto her lips. "Well, considering how much you liked torturing people using their own mind, we thought you deserved a taste of your own medicine."

Yara changed the subject as Ximena and Ayanda turned to look at Gia, making her blush. “ Who’s the lucky one, Gia?” Yara smirked. “ His name is Kye and we aren’t dating, not y— She was cut off by the ringing of her phone. She checked the caller ID, and it was Kye. Talk of the devil. She said to herself while taking the call.

At the far end of the room, a broken shard of glass reflected faint light. Aria’s gaze drifted toward it. She stepped closer. And then she saw herself. Her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes glowed like burning embers. Her hair shone silver white. Tiny sparks of electricity danced through the strands. She looked like someone else. Like something else. Fear rushed through her. She staggered backward, reaching out blindly for support. Her hand struck the small wooden table beside her. The moment her palm touched it Ice exploded outward from her fingers. Cracks of frost raced across the surface of the table.

Miguel nodded hurriedly, “yes.” “I'm Rosa Desouza.” She introduced. “It's really nice to meet you, Rosa. I am Kira.” I beamed at her. “and here is Xander and Miguel.” I pointed to each one of them. “It's nice to meet you all.” Said Rosa. “We have been up and about all day long, trying to reach her. Do you mind taking us to her?” Miguel asked.