Akira Ishida Novels & Stories

22th May 2014, Akira wave goodbye to his family. Like all normal days, he has been walking to school while admiring the sunrise from the side of the road. His arms stretched in the air letting go a big sigh to enjoy the morning breath. Mira already contacts him that she won't be coming to school so he must survive alone this time. Well, it's an opportunity for him since there is something he must solve today...

Akira told the man for the second time. The auctioneer laughed loudly. "Who do you think you are to say that to me!" "I am Princess Amara of Ignis Hella. Daughter of King Suxx," she said. The man put the child down. Calix run towards Connor and hugged his thigh. "W-Who?" He asked Akira looking at her with questioning eyes. "Daughter of King Suxx? Since when did the king have a daughter?" He asked mockingly. "Since I was born," Akira smirked.

"Yes! That's it! My blood. My heir." Akira's breath came in short gasps, her chest tightening from the intensity. The power wasn’t a whisper—it roared in her ears, surged through her veins, a thousand voices urging her to unleash chaos, to dominate. She stumbled, clutching her head as fragments of visions crashed into her consciousness—cities crumbling, seas boiling, shadows creeping over the world like an endless night. "Akira!" Kaidën's voice cut through the storm. He fought his way through, blade raised, his eyes locking onto hers with urgency. "You’ve got to let go—it’s feeding on you!"

"The rules are simple, the winner of Battle Royale can be Melissa's partner for the season. If she does not reject him. I expect you to respect her decision if it comes to that." Melissa, felt relieved when she heard that. Karish kept her promise and still protects her in her own way. She knew that the lower ranks would not break a Jordanian command even if it was not their own Jordan. Especially Karish, he was known as the strongest Jordan in the region, he could take out any werewolf in his human form. The rumor that made many shudder in his presence, is that no one has seen his wolf and lived to tell about it. Karish's voice continued to resonate in the crowd. "This is not a death match.

Akira's voice sliced into the thoughts that had formed within me, bringing me back to the present, "I just came to inform you that I'm going hunting and would like to know if you're tagging along." She said, a little cheerfully. "Are you going with your maid?" My question tumbled out of my lips even before my brain followed. "No, I'm going alone," She answered. But then, a light furrow creased Akira's forehead, she seemed a little confused. "Which of my maids?" She finally asked. Since I had already let it out, I knew I had to play along. "Xenra," I replied calmly, betraying no emotions.

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

ACE Pulling up in my garage with an indifferent feeling,I opened the car door , walking halfway to the house door I heard a gentle giggle , who brought a child into the house? Curious I opened the door . I saw Isabella sitting in front of the game stand with the control pad ,she didn't strike me as one who is into games , but then why would she be laughing playing a duo game alone.

Ejima screamed and the tears came flowing like a fountain. “I know. But in our kingdom, in this world? It is a survival of the fittest, and the strongest piles the wheel of power. There are no rooms for weaklings like you or Amaka, who go around looking for a love that does not exist. Love makes you weak. This is reality. Love is dead. God is dead. We are the only ones alive. No, I take that back. I am the only one alive because I need your blood to get that masquerade.”

AKIRA My stomach twisted as I eyed the wine in their hands, and a shiver ran down my spine. The wine Kaiden had offered me flashed through my mind, and I knew that this was no innocent drink. Anger flared in me, hotter and sharper than any fear I had. “Put those down!” I snapped, my voice forceful. “Now.” Zane and Iry exchanged puzzled glances, then looked back at me, frowning. “Akira , what’s gotten into you?” Zane asked, setting his glass on the table anyway, likely more to humor me than out of real concern.

Akira pack, that was all that was running through Kiara’s head as she laid on her bed. When you think of the werewolf community, the Akira Pack would be the first pack to come to mind. They were not particularly the biggest in population, but they had the biggest landmass acquired from years of getting into wars and winning. They had the biggest database, so much so they could overthrow the leading council and be on top; funnily enough, it was an unspoken reality of things, they also possessed the strongest soldiers, and according to rumors, most of the pack members have abilities that are alien to the rest of the werewolves, giving them an edge over everyone else.