Akira Ishida Novels & Stories

I answered as I kept my eyes on her. They are wanderers and their kingdom is at the bottom of the sea so they can freely roam around here in the ground without much trouble. I am not surprised to see her wandering around here. We were supposed to continue walking when Alicia, her name, sawme and shifted her look to mine. "Aliara!" She leaped through our distance and left the man he was talking to earlier. "I am very pleased to meet you again," she said with her sweet smile. "What wind blew you to go here in Widolla?"

she said sweetly and I nodded my head in agreement. "Adaranth is a very ancient reaper, almost as old as Grim himself and has very sharp facial features, he is also far from weak," I explained calmly. "He was my mentor and I respect him greatly," I added. Ayira was all smiles and nodding. "We should stop at the bakery and bring him some cookies, I have a feeling that he'd like some," she tells me confidently. I eyed her suspiciously but agreed. We finished our breakfast and I put the dirty dishes in the sink to wash. I started the water and heard Ayira say she was going to head to the bakery quickly. I told her to go ahead and I'd clean up while she was gone. I finished washing the dishes. I

I couldn’t tell him what was happening, he wouldn’t understand. Later, after a quick shower, I was drying off when Akira barged into my room With tears in her eyes. My gaze locked onto Akira. A hint of warmth softened my expression. "Akira, what brings you here?" She drifted closer, her hips swaying. "I'm concerned about Kaida. She's been... problematic." My brow furrowed. "What do you mean?" Akira's voice dripped with malice. "She's been challenging the authority, questioning your decisions. I fear she's becoming a threat to pack stability."

I always get what I want. Akira will realize that I am the better option and she will come crawling back to me

Akira whispered a sharp incantation — words I didn’t recognize but felt down to the marrow of my bones. The mist recoiled. The figures howled in rage, shrinking, twisting. Another wave came — stronger, meaner. They clawed at the edges of reality, trying to force fear into our hearts. Akira stood, her hand flashing as she pulled a small silver talisman from under her jacket — a charm etched with runes I knew were old, older than Raven’s Peak itself. The moment she held it aloft, the symbols lit up — soft and silver like moonlight trapped in stone.

Akira's POV “Stand still for once, Akira. If you move again, I swear by the Moon, I won't hold back from sedating you.” I let out a hearty and breathy laugh. “You talk as if you don't know you already tightened the clasps three times, much harder than they should, Elder Mira. If I inhale too deeply, I’ll definitely pass out, and that would be right before my own Awakening.”

Becka whispered as she smiled lightly. Amir spent the next couple of hours with his princess Kira. He was so fascinated with his little offspring. He still had his mind on Amira, he was going to see her and he was yet to see his son too. He felt joy consume him. The gods had blessed him by giving him another chance to be with the only woman he had ever loved and the first seed of his loins. He called one of the maids to watch over Kira since, Becka was still asleep. He quickly left. She had been gone a long time, or what seems to be a long time.

And just as one of the security guards warned me that Alfred sought to find out about my intentions with Akira, nothing guarantees me that he won't use another servant to get more information. My father is right, we have to be discreet to keep the secret about Akira safe and patient to maintain our "humble" disguises that have worked so far. Akira holds us in high esteem and is willing to help us, although the last dinner was almost a failure. For although she is one of us, however, she was raised here, and for now, she will defend the ideals of her people. "If I could find a way to disappoint her forever about skyfall..."

Akira pursed her lips, “make me!” Eliza snarled, her claws flexing. “You're cocky for someone so breakable.” Akira twirled the now glowing cord around her wrist, the tip sparking with energy. “This is new.” She thought but she brushed it off, after all she had pressing issues at hand. “And you,” she retorted, walking round in a circle carefully, “you are awfully chatty for someone who just missed a human, aren't we supposed to be easy targets for your kind?”

Judging from the lack of sunlight streaming through the rippling folds of the scarlet curtains, I had awoken before the sun began to rise. As soon as my eyes fluttered open, my heartrate increased. Thoughts and wild expectations of what the day would hold raced through my mind. Those who played Iridian in the past had never given more than a few details. No one, other than those who have played, knew what the Iridescent Pack held.