Novel & Cerita Sakura Is Orochimarus Daughter

The orc nodded and held the palm of his hand out to me. I looked at the orc. He nodded with narrow eyes. I hesitantly touched my palm to his. He closed his eyes. I could feel something searching me, like the air around me. I focused and could see his green aura wrapping around me, probing at my limbs. He pulled away and looked back over his shoulder. He nodded at the orc. "She is the daughter of Matei Popov." "I told you I was. Now, what do you want?" The orc stepped closer to me. He smiled a big pointy tooth grin. "A kiss."

Sora’s POV The screen lit up before I even finished my coffee. I had only been scrolling out of habit when the headline appeared in my notification. Blood Claw Alpha’s Daughter Appears at Central Mall — Suspected Engagement Preparations My fingers froze. For a moment, I thought I had misread it. Blood Claw Alpha’s daughter. Engagement. Mall. I tapped the article open, my pulse beginning to pound in my ears. The photos loaded slowly, one by one, each better than the last.

Sakura would happily accept any type of action from Misa— as long as it doesn’t lead to death. Worst-case scenario, she ends up crippled and traumatized. Best-case scenario, she ends up traumatized, but not permanently disabled. She’s ready for either outcome. “Firstly, I am going to apologize— ”. Sakura doesn’t understand. Maybe she’s not hearing right. What reason does Aronohai Misa have to apologize to a low-class omega like her?. “I honestly went too hard on you. I should not have isolated you and threatened you with my pheromones”. She sounds ashamed. Sakura is incredibly confused.

I was introduced into this world on the eve of my mother's death. Through the many stories of my father, I learned what I could about the woman I loved but would never know. She was called Sakura after the season of the cherry blossoms. She was a petite, delicate woman of pale skin. In her joy and happiness, she would turn the gentle pink of the flowers of the season. My father was named Homura after the blaze one would see during his anger if it ever showed.

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

Only Sora can see visions of one’s dark past as the blood of a witch runs through her veins, which was what made her into a great healer who uses magic in her treatments. Yet, the dark side of her gifts was that she never forgets a vision when she sees it. “This I cannot tell you, your highness. It is on her to decide if she’ll tell you everything, or not,” Sora said calmly knowing the visions she saw were far too intense for her to reveal. Damian felt surprised, but he did not force her. “However, because of this, your highness, she had already stopped healing.” She continued. “Do whatever it takes to help heal her,” he said, settling his gaze back to Kataleya.

He remembered the screams. ​Darius had always told him that wolves had slaughtered his real parents, leaving Kael as the sole survivor. ​"The Key is at Blackhood High," Darius continued, his voice dropping to a low, reverent hiss. ​"She is the daughter of the monsters who took everything from you. She is the one whose kind ruined your life. I have trained you to be her shadow, Kael." ​Darius leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing. ​"You cannot transform into a wolf—you are pure, untainted strength—but you have the power to break her. To protect the Key until she is ready for the ritual."