Action Figure Hokage Novels & Stories

"Like I'm a pawn for you to control?! I didn't sign up for this costume party to be an errand boy! I have my own reasons for being here, and I'm no attack mage! You got beefy over there take him instead!!!" He said, pointing at the large framed figure on the throne. " Kanchi Asobi is a Holy Shoutorin artist. He doesn't fight anymore!!!" The figure snapped back at him. The figure walked over to the candelabra and dripped his blood over it once more.

We look in all directions without a trace, but I can't distinguish anyone, Hiroki just stares straight ahead, and when I turn my face I notice figures of people among the trees and bushes. In the shadows of the trees a boy's face is visible; he is young, not very tall, his expressions are threatening, the same as Hiroki's, he has the same frown, greenish eyes, brown hair and is at least 17 years old. Seeing Hiroki changes his gesture changes in a couple of seconds and stops frowning to a surprised of old memories, Hiroki stares at him and I can't understand what is happening, I can't understand why Hiroki doesn't do anything to him if he tried to kill me with the arrow, he just stays surpris

The head of the Sunland Martial Arts Association, Okajima, looked grim. His beady eyes darted around, and he fidgeted uncomfortably in his suit as if it were covered in thorns. The phone in his hand was heated up like a hot potato and nearly out of battery.

Her face concealed behind a white yashmak with a little trinket around her neck and the letter ‘J’ emblem on her right shoulder as she folded her arms under her copious chest. “It’s a pleasure to see not just two great Humanes but four of them; one of each is enough to fully annihilate a thousands ordinary beast beings. All at once. I’m honored.“ Hailed a bald dark skinned male with the letter ‘H’ tattooed on his lower chin looking more like a traditional lower Ichin tattoo. Dressed in a long, flowing white robe with long sleeves decorated with golden embroidery around his neck-line down to his chest and both the tips of his sleeves while holding a cap closer to his chest area.

Kent growled, and his breath moved my loose blonde hair. “Change back. Change back now!” I demanded. He was scary. Probably more than the wolf that attacked me. Thankfully, the fur dissipated back into skin and his wolfish features turned back to manly ones, as two of his four arms turned back into arms and he was standing upright again. Naked.

Why was he seeing two extra? The said extra, were standing there with their heads bowed. One was quite tall and lean with dark brown hair neatly packed into a high ponytail. He was dressed in simple clothing, giving him a sunny aura. There was a face mask on his face so Ryu couldn't recognise him. The other was sitting on a wheel chair. He had ash blonde hair and cute features. Ryu recognised him as the oldest son of the Yamaguchi family. Yamaguchi Kento.

Just then the suite door flew open and a furious Jackson stormed into the room. "What in the fuck is this bullshit! They can be a couple but I have to wait," He growled forcefully, obviously hearing what Rai had just said. Amongst the chaos no one noticed Hoka had entered a while back and was watching the drama unfolding. I watched memorized as he strode up to Jackson and pinched a part of his neck and the angry boy crumpled to the floor. I looked up at Hoka and eyed him curiously. He wasn't a normal Reaper. His eyes didn't glow but showed deep dark lightless empty pits that made me shiver. I raised my brow and Hoka blinked and his dark eyes with white returned. He grinned at me and put his

Incognito II The creature was in the figure of a man, but his features were strikingly different. He stood tall, around six feet, with a muscular build that exuded both power and grace. His skin had a subtle, dusky tone, and his eyes were a piercing, ice-blue that seemed to glow with an inner light. His hair, thick and raven-black, framed a face that was both rugged and handsome, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline.

The male figure nods his head proudly and says- “Human. Are you aware those legends apply in real time too? Take a look and tell me what you would call me?” Akihiko glances over the male figure’s body and says- “You’re a yokai… Fenrir, the…” and before he could complete his sentence the male interrupts and says loudly, “Yes! I am Fenrir, the Silv…” and Akihiko continues regardless, “… dog!” There is a brief moment of silence in the hallway and then Fenrir the male figure leans into Akihiko’s face and says- “I’ll kill you if you compare me to that inferior creature.”

Stella asked suspiciously. "There are Dark Shadow's men safeguarding him. However, the man who captured the Young Master dressed up just like Kakashi Hatake. He moved so swiftly that even the three Dark Shadow's men couldn't defeat him." "Kakashi Hatake? Who's that?" Stella's mind was rapidly searching for information on this person, yet she couldn't seem to recall a thing about this guy. "It's a character from the anime, Naruto, whose eyes and face are covered, and he has a strap tied on the forehead. His face is impossible to be recognized even if a picture of him was taken," Anthony explained.