Akatsuki Blanket Novels & Stories

“Yeah. Just tired.” He studied me a second longer, then gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze before slipping back out, closing the door with a soft click that barely disturbed the quiet. Atticus was curled under the blanket, hair messy, face relaxed. Completely at peace. I knelt beside the bed and gently unbuttoned his shirt, slipping him into one of his soft pajama sets — the blue one with the rockets on it. He barely stirred. I stayed there for a moment, just watching Atticus breathe — this perfect, small person. Funny how even in a room that could’ve come out of a glossy magazine, the real magic was just him, safe and sleeping.

"Meat Cleaver, which has a very good mechanical structure. It can be modified, making it easy to carry. It is a combat weapon, made by a unique craftsman. It is rare to see, and costs 25 Nars." There sure is a huge difference in pricing between weapons with divine blessings and those without. No one answered her, and no one seems to be interested or they have that big amount. The woman sighed and sat down. I took a deep sigh, I should better speak up so it can end sooner. The earlier we finish the lower the risk of being exposed. I stood up and looked around. "I want to Shirayuki Akatsuki's notebooks." I used the well known name of senior, and instead of diary I said notebook. Because I was

"Ms. Sullivan, your wool blanket looks very warm. The quality seems good." Natasha glanced at her in silence. She didn't understand why Carly suddenly mentioned the blanket, but she knew Carly definitely wouldn't praise a blanket without reason. There must be something else she wanted to say. Carly reached out to touch the pristine blanket. Made entirely of wool, the blanket was cozy, soft, and pleasant to the touch. As Carly touched it, she made a sound of approval. "The quality is really good." Clearly, there was more to her words. Natasha raised an eyebrow, "Why are you asking me about this, Ms. Turner? Are you feeling a bit cold? If you want it, just say so. I wouldn't mind giving you th

The blanket was made of fine artificial intelligence that heated and thickened to help the wearer drive off the freezing temperatures. He covered the girl in the blanket while Brecc put his clothes on. The blanket voiced her vitals. “Let’s take her back to the cabin,” Eros said, picking her up and rushing back to the house. They walked into the cabin and found Charlotte and Alessandra drinking tea. He put the girl on one of the sofas and moved the blanket enough to see her face. Her hair had gone from soaked to damp with the heat from the blanket. He pushed the strands away and stared at her face in shock.

A cloak lined with fur. Real fur. Not cheap. Not rushed. Made for me. I hold the cloak against my cheek. Why is he doing this? He bought me like property. He locked me in this room. He assigned a guard to watch my every move. And now he sends me warm food and soft clothes and a blanket for the cold nights. I do not understand him. I do not understand any of this. The blanket is heavy. I spread it across my bed. The wool is thick. The color is deep blue. Like the sky just before dawn.

It’s a blanket. A hand knitted, thick, and soft looking blanket. The colour was the shade of the deep muted purple of heather in late summer. She reaches out with her small hands and hands it to me like she has been sitting here, waiting to give me. I take it from her, confused. The wool is softer than I expected. It’s handmade. That strikes me as odd because why is she giving me this? My throat tightens in a way I don’t expect when reaches out and hugs me.

Seeing Damon still searching for anything we could burn, I frowned. “Nothing?” I asked as I approached him. “I don't think there's anything we can use to start a fire but I saw this blanket in one of the boxes.” Under close inspection, I could tell it wasn't dirty. Whoever it had belonged to had kept it well. It was soft to the touch as I held it in my arms. Staring at it, an idea came to mind. It’s not much, so just use it for the night,” Damon said, placing the blanket gently on the edge of the bed. “Women tend to catch colds more easily than men anyway. I’ll be by the door if you need me.”

Like a little kid. "Did you dye it?" "Uhm, no. This is the real color." My mouth dropped, what? That's so cool. Well, he's a demon, a supernatural, so--- is it really supposed to be weird? He gripped the ends of my blanket and threw it on the ground, leaving my arms crossed at my chest as if I was naked. What the hell am I doing? "Stand up."

Yeah, because I fell asleep. I turned to the side, and I didn't find Aphrodite next to me. I saw myself, the blanket that should have been on her, now this blanket is on me. "She gave me the blanket." I got out of bed, then I changed into casual clothes that humans usually wear. They call these pajamas. I changed clothes with a snap of my fingers, then blue silk striped pajamas were attached to my body, complete with a purple robe that would definitely make my appearance look even more high class.

I shifted to reach an arm up to the red cloak hat attached to my armor’s shoulder, disconnecting it and bringing the fabric over her. "Here, use this as a blanket,” I instructed. She tilted her head when I moved, shivering slightly in surprise and at the sudden temperature difference as I wrapped her in the cloak. The fabric was of fine quality, I am, after all, the heir of Ares, but it smelled of armor oil, sweat, and horse. Her hand in her sling moved painfully to bring it a little tighter around her.