Akatsuki Hidan Novels & Stories

Something about the attic always felt wrong, as if the room itself was waiting, holding its breath, knowing secrets she was not yet ready to face. Damon followed closely behind, silent, his presence steady, grounding, but even he seemed tense. He never touched her, but Elena could feel the bond pulsing between them, a constant reminder that he sensed everything she felt. The bond throbbed now like a warning bell, pulling her attention toward the far corner of the attic, where an old trunk sat under a thick layer of dust, as if it had been waiting for this very moment.

Shogo was overjoyed and had been playfully teasing Natsu, making his eyes widen with delight. "His eyes are just like Nidaime’s. Sandaime doesn’t resemble him as much, but little Natsu-chan has Nidaime’s face too." Akiko could only smile at the comment and deliberately avoided letting Shogo get a closer look at his eyes. Akiko knew that Natsu’s eyes closely resembled her own, which would make explaining her relationship with Masaki a bit tricky. Akiko had fully understood why she had to become Ishida—following Kenji’s explanation that Hayato was Ishida. Akiko had no issue with the change, especially since she didn’t want to be called Sandaime everywhere she went.

Sioux stared at the successful page of the mail, with a slightly condensed gaze. Others may not know, but Akatsuki will know what she means. Akatsuki was the last member of the group to join Ryukyu and the one she trusted most. No one could imitate her ID, as Chiyue knew, and she was sure he could understand what she meant. The night was still deep. Chujia's newly built base, Chiyue took a cigarette against the door, a pair of eyes is very deep that kind of dark.

«Akazaka Takeru» As the genius of the Akazaka clan, many times made BO wobble and shiver. Who knows one day in bad weather his wife goes missing. Since then, Takeru has been in hiding and often targets blondes. Although it was said that those girls entered his room less than a few minutes, they were kicked out mercilessly. To be frank, his requirements are too high, don't think that you can go to bed with him with blonde hair. Recently, when Gray Danvers and Leon Redfield went to the hospital, there was a rumor that Takeru had a girl sit on his lap and personally served food to the mouth of the lucky girl.

A sigh slipped from him, deep and resigned, before it melted into a low chuckle that seemed meant to soften the air. "I'm just kidding," he said, his voice warm but tinged with something unspoken. His gaze flicked to mine, an apology hidden there, before his large, calloused hand came down gently on my head. The heat of his palm lingered like an anchor, steadying me, before he withdrew and turned to face my mates. His smile came slow, deliberate, like a man introducing himself at a moment that mattered more than anyone dared admit. "It's an honor to meet the daughter of Lunaria and me. I am Hideyoshi Azai... one of the Moon Goddess' mates."

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple

“Oh thank you very much then child. Hina-chan is a very good girl and she’s always working hard. Please forgive her if she does something wrong.” Jai smiled at this and nodded. “Yes. She’s very nice.” The old man smiled at him. “Thank you.” “Um, about the young man with red hair, Akaito… Can you tell me more about him?” Jai asked. “Well, aside from what I have known,” the old man nodded. “Like I said, Akaito-kun is a famous student from Water Lily Academy. He is not the strongest nor smartest, but he was known for his wit in the annual hunting event.”

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.

"I just want to catch the attention of a cute guy that I know." I huffed. "You're trying too hard." Of course, he looked great. Higan was probably the type who would look great in anything he wore. I suddenly noticed a man in a black tux staring at us strangely from near the secretary's desk and I looked at Higan. "Who's that?" He looked over his shoulder then rolled his eyes. "Just someone who needs to find a cliff and jump off of it." I chuckled. I honestly didn't expect Higan to be someone to say that. "Is he that bad?"

"I'm so sorry, Victoria. They didn't make it. Shortly after you left a Soul Eater broken in and attacked them all. It was like a shark feeding frenzy. They didn't stand a chance." My heart shattered and I breathlessly pleaded with her to tell me she was joking. That this was some sick, sick joke she was playing. But the sorrow in her eyes told me exactly what I didn't want to hear. My knees gave out and I fell to the floor as the faces of every person in the building flashed through my head.