Akira Graphic Novels & Stories

She bowed her head, "Al Akira. The Pink pack... They are not werewolves but nobody knows exactly what specie are they. They were there even before the existence of werewolves. They never fight anyone but they do help ones who want to take over the rule of a kingdom or a pack... Just like if we need to kill someone we hire a killer. In the same way, if we need to snatch someone’s rule over a territory they come forward and help." "This is... hilarious. Al Akira? Seriously? Al Akira is nothing. It’s just a legend found in books." By now Lucas seemed bored. But I wanted to know more about it, “The killer takes money. What do Al Akira charge?” I asked her.

Akira was waiting anxiously at the reception of Delphi office at Brooklyn . Even though she was an academically brilliant student, she was still feeling very nervous . She was biting her nails and was shuffling through her resume every now and then . She had to make it through because a source of steady income was really important for her right now apart from industry experience . Akira was wearing a turquoise blue formal shirt and a grey pencil skirt . The whole attire made her look very sharp and poised . She was wearing black kitten heels because she knew that normal heels were not her forte .

"So, how's our sexy doc?" She smiled. "We're good. We're going out tomorrow though." She shrieked excitedly, her attention fully on Brooklyn. "An official date? What are you wearing? Where are you guys going? Do you want me to do your makeup? Do you-" "Woah! Woah! Slow down tiger, we're just going sitting out, you know as good friends?" Mira rolled her eyes. " you're so Fucken blind Brooklyn, it obvious to everyone that Aaron is smitten."

The corner of General Thud's lips twitched upward. His dark and cold aura could chill the bones of everyone around him. He is determined to kill the woman in front of him. "We met again, Akira," he said in a chilling voice. "Yes, we do. I've waited for this to come," Akira replied in clenched teeth. She could feel her rage inside. She stretched her hands and her fingernails started to form into sharp claws. It reflects with the moonlight like a sharp blade. The pupils of her eyes narrowed vertically. Her red eyes indicate that she would slay anyone who would come her way.

The cracked earth created a chasm between Akira and her comrades. “There, far enough to interfere but safe enough to watch how things unfold” Orion taunted, “place your bets, people. Who is emerging victorious tonight?” Akira but back her lips. It was too late to run now and she was grateful, now she had no other option than to put an end to all of this. Her weapon, Kestrel's Filament,slid down her arms swiftly like some living serpent and straightened to form a staff, “bring it on?”

Zaika's pov The air was getting colder the further north our group went. I let my hellfire spark across my bare chest for warmth and Bryce side-eyed me. "Are you related to Zurac Volkov?" He questioned curiously. I lifted my palm and the blue energy. "I don't believe so. I have no memory of my biological parents or family relatives, sir, "I said firmly and squeezed the hellfire ball in my hand, extinguishing it in my fist. Bryce shook his head and added, "Zurac had an actual fire, not that blue stuff. His daughter Raven had the blue though. Anyway, please just call me Bryce." He gave me a lopsided grin and I nodded. My ears perked up hearing crunching in the distance.

She may appear rude but Akira knows more than that, Mira is serious when she speaks like that. On the other hand, he is not worried whatsoever. Akira has given a long thought. Likewise, his healing ability would cover up to 50% of his lack of strength. That should be sufficient enough to buy some time and takes up most of his opponent's energy. "I will.." He covers up with a white lie. Seeing her satisfied with his answer, he smiles again but quickly covers up with his bangs. His 'Yui' was springing out there.

I licked it as if it was my favorite ice cream. I feel like Akira is plunging me into her pussy. I stood up to take off Akira's dress. I sat her down on the table to slowly remove Akira's dress. Akira's shapely body and whiteness immediately struck me. I removed Akira's red bra and her boobs were free as well. Her boobs and brown nipples are medium. The shape of her breasts is very firm. I immediately grabbed it and played with her nipples in my mouth. Akira's right chest was also occupied by my hand. I barely squeeze her left nipples. "Ahhh shit please Azrael I want to be fucked hard tonight," Akira asked

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

My fingers clutched against one another as I stare long and hard at the ceiling. Drogo's story consume me. It took so long before sleep finally came, and when it did. I fell into someone's memory. Or perhaps... Mine. ~~~ Two centuries ago... AKIRA Akira had just gotten her wolf. It was the greatest, yet most terrifying moment of her life. She doesn't know much about the Lunaretha, but she'd once heard her father mentioned it was a powerful and special wolf. A wolf gifted by the moon goddess. Even more exciting, she met her mate on the same day.