Aizen Novels & Stories

He looked at April with a comforting smile. “Fucking sucks hah!” The distressed girl who cried and looked gloomy a while ago started laughing. “That’s better,” He offered his white handkerchief with a rose emblem on the side. “I’m Aizen, sorry for intruding your me time.” He introduced himself, and stood up from the bench. “Well, I shall take my leave. See you later?” “April, that’s my name.”

The voice of the man on the left side echoed as he tried to keep phase with the one leading them. The Black Knight turned to the man who was now beside him, wearing a similar black armor but had a kegel helmet with a dragon crest on its forehead. It was his adviser, the Marquis of Ember Frost, lord Slog Aizenberg; His eyes were inspecting, gazing from the Black Knight's raised hand and the cracked armor on the side of his ribs that kept glowing a dark purple shine. “Wouldn’t it be wise if you’d take a rest first my lord? You’ve barely managed to survive that last blast,” lord Aizenberg stated, trying to remain a few inches behin

“This is one of my many abilities, the creation of domains. Of course all of us have different abilities but I am one of the few who has the ability to create domains freely. I’m not bragging just so you know.” “You were definitely bragging…” “He is. That’s cause it’s really rare.” Akihiko stares at Seirei for some time and asks him- “Are you really immortal though?” “Yes, I am. In a way I am immortal. You can easily kill me though. I won’t age and that’s it.” “Oh.” Ayame then remembers that she had to study for the upcoming test and then she says- “Maybe it’s alright to hand over the position of number one to other people from time to time.”

That’s the most she could do to her. “The… Country A is ruled by- by humans.” “Ah,” Shadow steadied the slump Elijah in one hand while the other patted her head. “Do you happen to know who the ruler is?” “Za- Zahran Amino. Rei- Rei Ryuzaki…” Her legs wobbled but were put at the place by Samuel that was behind her. The numbed entrance made her lose her mind but the lost sensation made her greedy. “More… more… I want… more.” She begged.

“I didn’t mean to—” “It’s fine,” I say, cutting him off and silently begging him to just drop it. But, if I had to hazard a guess from the next words out of his mouth, I’d say that it’s safe to assume that I don’t have telekinesis, only the ability to see the imminent future. “No, it’s clearly not fine. If me calling you Ame—shit,” he says, quickly correcting himself with I cut him with a glare. “If me calling you that name sets you off, then clearly it’s something.”

Lariempi replied softly “But I can make it up to you.” He added after a moment of silence “How?” Amelia asked as she finally turned around to take a look at the god who took up the form of a dashing young man “I can help you evolve and become stronger so you can have you revenge.” He replied “Have my revenge? But the monster is already dead.” Amelia exclaimed “This mystic beast is not the first to slip into the mortal world and it won’t be the last, your husband is just one of several that has died and will die by their claws.” Lariempi said emotionlessly

"No worries, I only need them to see." They smile at me and the boy who said I'm pretty adds, "She's funny, Uncle Ashrac." If only Ashrac had his sensitivity. "And who are you?" I ask. He steps forward with a glowing look. "I'm Botan of the Purple Dragon Clan and I'm four." He turns slightly and places his small hand on his brother's arm. "This is Rotan of the Purple Dragon Clan and he's four too." Rotan brushes off the brotherly hand. "She knows that, dummy."

Axel’s blood boiled as he let out a series of breaths; one look at him and you could tell that he was infuriated and pushed to the wall. He shakes his head. “This is it,” he says. “You have to calm down, and don’t be irr—-” “Track him down; we’re going there,” Axel says, waking out with both of them tailing behind him. They got in the car with Axel driving and following while his AI gave him directions to the location. His blood boiled as he thought of a thousand ways to kill Darius and ran through his head. He wanted so badly to break every inch of his body for laying an inch on his wife.

The air in the center of the Obsidian Nexus felt like it was charged with electricity. It was thick, tense, humming with both old, forgotten power and new, advanced technology. In the middle of the chamber stood Alistair Finch. Behind him shimmered a strange structure, the “Architect”, a crystal-shaped AI that seemed to hum with silent, dangerous energy.

I could tell the sword contained some quantity of wolf bane, which meant death or literal weakness. “Alpha Ryu, that was your personal assistant. Your must-trust man, apart from your beta. How are you going to cope?” “Let’s see. I’ll have to assign a new personal assistant to survive, but who is worthy of my trust?”. “Definitely not me,” I blurted out unconsciously. “I doubt that,” he gazed at me, raising my chin up with his index finger. “What do you mean, Alpha Ryu?” “What would you say about a promotion?”