Novel & Cerita Akaza X Douma

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

The sun begins to lower through the sky, leaving orange glints reflecting off all the metals in the satellite dishes and vents that lead up here. I walk briskly closer until I'm completely behind him, watching his ink-covered back muscles tense with every blow. -Azael- I say this time, trying to normalize my breathing. Amon hits the bag looser before turning around. His torso is naked and a few beads of sweat fall down his black-colored body. His mouth is ajar to breathe easier and his chest goes up and down frantically. -What are you doing here? -question. His voice makes me shiver.

“You have not answered my question, Daiso.” Kaze drew close and looked at Daiso with a fake smile. As the crowd watched on in surprise, Daiso planted his forehead to the ground and shivered. “You got the wrong idea. I didn’t…” “I’ve got the wrong idea?” Kaze cut him off. “The previous Ryokan assassin was one of yours, right? “You brought more of your men here in Arcadia. “If you’re not here to kill me, are you here for tourism or finding family?”

Inside the Chambers of Aromo, friend to the mother of Akiza, in the land of Dodo, Akiza could still not grasp the reason behind his dizziness; what he had done with Aromo wasn't his first time but immediately he got down from her bed he staggered and nearly fell. The woman had stood up from the bed half naked and walked up to him where he was holding the wall of her room and in his mind full of thoughts. It was in the middle of the same night Akiza's mother left on a horse.

Varz exclaimed. “Come on!” Dora and Duo exclaimed. Varz advances crossing and slashing anyone he passed through. He slashes them up beautifully at high speed. Herman shoots fire nails to them that they look like burning dead bodies. Rian strikes them with roaring thunder, Koji slashing them with his blazing great sword and shooting fireballs at them. Kartika is about to join the fray, but Alfi pats her shoulder out of the blue. He smiles at her and whispered, ”Try to make a blast gauntlet for Cakra.”

The battle continued to rage, but Kazia fought with a renewed vigor, her spirit unbreakable, her will indomitable. The war between the Silver Crest and Silver Dawn packs reached its peak that night, but Kazia's battle had been won. She had faced her captor, her tormentor, and emerged victorious. She had fought not just for herself but for every soul in the pack who had suffered under Murad's tyranny. And as she fought alongside her fellow warriors, there was a fierce determination in her eyes, a determination that inspired those around her.

He had no idea. 'Maybe I could go and meet Lyka and ask her to help me with my problem.' Azakeal thought. Azak had known Lyka the first time he had to come down to Earth. It was to help Aurora's great-great-great-he forgot how many great was in that- great grandmother, Sameera. Aurora looked the exact replica of Sameera.

Austin stared at the man who still had his black sunglasses on, "Who are you and why are you telling me all of this and how can I know you are not giving me false information and lying to my goddamn face, old man," "Kazuno Daiki," The old man introduced himself. He took off his sunglasses and Austin noticed he was wearing a left eye patch, "The leader of Kazuno Clan, my older brother dug out my left eye with his own hand. He was afraid of the growing power I had and I was thrown into a foreign land," Austin winced and looked away, "What do you want from me? You can't be telling me this for no reason," "Revenge," Daiki stated. Austin turned his head back to him and waited for an explanation,

Clean. Brutal. Final. The man hit the ground hard enough that Mona felt it in her chest. For a second... Silence. Then the arena exploded. Cheers. Shouts. Money exchanging hands. Chaos. Kane stood over his opponent, chest rising and falling steadily, fists still clenched. And then— He looked up. Straight at her. Mona froze. Everything else faded. The noise. The people. Gone. It was just him. Just that look.

ASHINA’S POV The clanging of footsteps shattered the suffocating deadlock. It began as a faint, almost imperceptible rumble, like a distant storm murmuring across the plains. Gradually, it intensified, becoming the steady, deliberate pounding of boots marching in harmony, vibrating through the soil and into our bones. I held my breath while Alpha Knight paused mid-motion, sword suspended in the air, his gaze snapping sharply towards the growing noise. Then, out of the shadows, they appeared. It was the warriors clad in deep midnight blue, their faces adorned with the sacred patterns of my bloodline. Their presence was like a surge of memory brought to life.