Sora’s body was lax; she didn’t know what to do. She’d barely gotten to use her new abilities, and now they were restricted. It felt so infuriating, and now both Wendy and her dad were hostages again. She was more caged than she’d ever been with Kari. A depression sunk into her heart. Why is
Fen puffed out her cheeks as she sunk into the purple velvet sofa she rested in. Growling with frustration, she glared at Jian next to her. He sat comfortably in a large armchair, examining some book their captors had provided; his blue eyes casually scanned its contents, occasionally flipping between select pages to reference whatever
Leaving Sora, Diane smirked. Walking past the guard and into the hallway, she ignored shy greetings from several researchers as she continued her way to the maximum detention area. Her mind was a flurry of thought, internally debating several different anomalies. First the group of monsters in Tennessee and now this gigantic capture in Miami;
Sora’s breathing was strained as her energy drained out of her. Sora was blinded to the woman’s actions with the mirror blackened, but at least she could speak. Working herself up, she asked, “What—did you do to me?” Her dry throat seemed to deepen as she tried pushing her influence through her words, feeling no
Blurred sounds filtered into Sora’s ears as her consciousness returned. Most noises blended in a myriad of unrecognizable sentences; however, a few words managed to jog some similarities in her memory. She recognized that there were voices, but they were drowned out by her jumbled brain. Replenishing energy was seeping into her; it was stronger
Wendy stirred, opening her eyes, she was blinded by white; squinting, she looked around. Her vision slowly adjusted and she shifted to look down, with a light moan. There was a pulse between her eyes. She was in some kind of hospital room. Were … was all of that a nightmare? Groaning, she hoisted herself
Kari’s eyes opened blearily as she recognized odd scents floated through the air. Swallowing, she rubbed her eyes. Rolling her sore muscles, she yawned, working out her mouth as she rose. She looked around in utter confusion at the foreign space. I was fighting Eric and … he beat me. If I’m not dead …
Author Note: Welcome to Book 2 of A Tail’s Misfortune. Currently, I call it Spotlight. This book focuses on a lot of world building and plot points. Sora is a primary focus, but I need to set the scene. ^_^7 Gerard glanced down with a disdainful leer while examining the folders atop his desk. Rubbing
A gust of wind burst over Sora and the sound of cutting air filled her ears. The atmosphere chilled dramatically as Eric hissed. Opening her eyes, Sora found a thick blonde braid swinging in front of her. Following the long, intertwined ponytail to a luminescent helmet crafted with glowing white feathers, Sora watched Eyia walk
Stomach filled with dread, Sora watched Eric, ready to dash in any direction. Her lungs pumping frantically as her limbs burned and sweat gathered across her skin. I’ve used so much energy in that last attempt! Her anxiety built as Eric continued to glare at her. What’s he waiting for? She took a step back