Sora Perse Novelas e Histórias

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.

A swipe of Kiss-Me Pink lip gloss, and I’m ready for the commute. Both sides of my family’s bloodline run deep olive skin, kissed by the sun, eyes so dark they almost look black. I stand out like a sore thumb. The local boys tease that I must have fae blood. Sometimes, I wonder if they’re right. I am Alora Windsong. My parents had traveled to Alaska on a much-needed escape when I came into the world, born beneath the shimmering veil of the Aurora borealis. My mother’s name was Lyra, and from her and the lights of the north, they shaped my name—Alora.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

“And you—what are you doing here?” “Delicious. Would you believe me if I said your own hatred summoned me?” She ran her tongue over her lips, a gesture that sent a chill down my spine. “I am Sora Rhea, darling—little sister to your Dark God, the reaper of damned souls who make pacts with my brother.” “If that were true, you would have appeared long ago!” I gasped, my vision blurring even more. “You’re not as slow as Nocturnus predicted. Interesting.” She bit the tip of one sharp nail, stepping closer. “I’m the one who harvests souls in the name of our dark lord.”

"I will love you forever. You must keep that in your heart." I squeeze his hand. "We will be in the Summerlands together, Sarn. I believe that deep in my soul." His finger draws circles on my belly. Then his palm settles and his hand moves up until he covers my heart. "Forgive me, Sierra. Please forgive me." I lay my hand on his. "There is nothing to forgive, Sarn." A noise from outside Sarn's window makes me look that way. Roxy's large dragon head pokes in the window. Sarn leaves the bed and Roxy enters and shifts.

FLASHBACK From childhood, everyone had thought that Dylan’s best friend, Charlotte, Benjamin’s daughter would be his mate since they did practically everything together, but the moon goddess had some other plans. Charlotte, whose birthday was a month earlier, found her mate two days after her birthday party when the entire pack had concluded that it was going to be him. To everyone’s surprise, it wasn’t Dylan but their pack’s youngest doctor that was mated to Charlotte. Benjamin wasn’t too happy about it but there was nothing anyone could do about it.

she says with a wink. I gape at her bold statement. She laughs at my surpised face. "They will get used to you, i am Orphalia, Li in short" she extends her palm for a hand shake. "I am Althea" i hold her palm with mine for a second. "Come, where are you going. Whose team are you in" she asks me leading me forward. "I am Your commanders daughter, i dont have a team yet" she stops suddenly forcing me to stop as well.

a voice off-camera complained. I arched an eyebrow. “Who is that?” Sarael asked. “That’s Persephone. She’s one of Luna Crista’s sisters. And a bit… um, imagine Silvercloud with blond hair, tits, and a chip on his shoulder.” Kurt explained. “I’ll show you a chip on the shoulder when I take a chunk off yours!” as a blonde girl dove knocking Kurt off camera.

Jai thought if Darrion could be ‘that’ lenient when he met the Prime Minister, who was said to be the most influential figure in the kingdom in the past decade, then the blonde should surely be more at ease when meeting anyone else of the same position. But apparently, he was wrong, and that man might be from a higher entitled list that he might have to take note for. But just to be sure, he decided to keep his confusion face so Darrion would explain it to him rather than him asking the blonde about it. “You see that man with long white beard and white hair? That is Sora. He is a Great Master Teacher who teaches elements in Aeronvein Kingdom. He teaches on both Gale and Hori Academy, but als

“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.