Akira Fudo Novels & Stories

[Author’s note: This chapter is about the dream of Akira.] Akira hurriedly took her bag and came out of her room. Her black short hair waved as she descended the stairs and ran like a squirrel toward the dining table. Her golden eyes were vividly clear with happiness as soon as she saw her family. When she sat at the table, her mother smiled at her cuteness as she ate the bread and drank the milk hurriedly. Alina Lesle Clemente, Akira’s mother. She possesses light golden eyes and black curvy hair. She came from the clan of Rihiko.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

Luna Seraphine said, "His name was Akira. Akira the Great. And it still beats my mind how he let himself get taken down by the rogue wolves Felix set on him. He could have easily torched them up in flames if he wanted to." Luna Seraphine went silent, still smiling as she gently cooed to calm the baby down. Then she looked at Arya and said, "Maybe he believed that our kinds could coexist even till the end. He wanted to be an example for others to follow." Her words hung in the air, filled with a sense of deep sadness and longing.

Akira's eyes gleamed in the dark as she approached him, her tail twitching with agitation. "Brody, what are you doing here?" she growled, her voice low and menacing. Brody hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "Akira. You … ally with The Order." He stuttered. Akira's expression twisted in anger. "You fool," she spat. "You'll regret following me." Brody stood his ground, despite the fear creeping up his spine. "I am pulling out of this alliance. I won't let you drag me down with you, Akira. You're playing with forces beyond your control."

“When it happens to you, you’ll understand. It’s… everything. I pray you meet your mate soon” Akira only smiled, she wished to meet her mate but she prayed daily to the moon goddess that it would be someone good, someone who would protect and take care of her. Most importantly she prayed that she doesn't meet her mate in this shit hole called the northern pack.. With that Beth turned to her.” Seems last night was hectic for you. You do not wake up this late.” She pointed out carefully. “How was it serving them..” Akira sighed. “Trust me you don't want to know Beth”

Elated, Akira stood up from her exquisitely shaped chair and walked out of her door, the day is still bright, maybe she can plead with her Royal Dragon Father to go out to get a toy. “Yellow, where is blue? Tell her to drop whatever’s he’s doing, she’s accompanying me to Royal Dragon father palace “ Akira called out to the maid beside her. When people heard how Akira named her maid, they will be surprised that someone as imposing and lofty as her could name their servants after the colors. Kariya was Akira’s only lady in waiting because she’s not up to age yet and Blue, Yellow, and Red were her close maids. Apart from Kariya, these three were the next high-paid servants in the princess palac

Akira stepped out from the trees behind us, barefoot, hair tangled with pine needles, her tiny hands clutching the silver amulet I gave her. She looked straight at me. “You need to see what I saw.” And before I could question her, her hand reached out—touching mine. --- The world melted. Flashes of fire. Screams. A temple torn from the sky. A woman with silver eyes weeping into a lake of stars. A wolf with golden fur torn open by chains of flame. Children crying in cages. A throne of bones. And then—me. Not the me I was now, but another. Taller. Wilder. Covered in war paint, eyes glowing silver, holding a blood-stained crescent blade. Behind me, legions of werewolves knelt in silence. Before

Aunt Aira spontaneously hit the table hard, "What? So what An said was true. What are you doing to him? Until she is very disappointed! " Akira stared at the glass in front of him, his empty drink glass, his drinking glass. "In my dream, when I was in a coma. I was shown a strange world. Matchmaking like this had happened, an arranged marriage that made her run and fall. Her head hit a rock, and she left me. It was a miracle of her body to give birth to a son and daughter that she was no longer there for me. At that time I thought about letting go of it and choosing to look for it in my next life. When I fell into a coma, I was in a different world. I met him again, same nickname, An. But at

Akira began to pace, unblinking, as if decades of secrets were unraveling from her lips at last. “Kore was my twin,” she said bitterly. “My sister. My reflection in the flesh. We were born under the same moon, in the same breath… but never seen as equals.” The words poured like acid. “She had the touch,” she went on. “The visions, the strength, the beauty… and the favor. Our people worshipped her like she was the moon itself. And me?” Akira smiled bitterly, teeth clenched. “I was the mistake. The shadow that came with her light because I didn’t have the same gift as her.”

Though all the portals to the dark realms had been sealed shut Kimora may have returned or not have left in the first place… "Lucky for us, that was over twenty years ago if I'm not mistaken. The last account of Kimora may have been a mistake if you ask me" Jade tosses a ball and catches it mid air, heaves a huge sigh and confessed; "You've said this story like a million times and no matter how many times I hear it, it is still thrilling to hear it once again". "Jade, all is not what it seems and that's why you are trained to control positive energy and not dark matter in case it returns we will be prepared" said Hentai.