Novel & Cerita Akira Ishida

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.

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 said politely and bowed to them before turning to leave. "What is your name and how old are you? " Rayner asked all of a sudden. Akira halted in a steps and turned to face the couple. " My name is Akira, and I'm 17 of age." She bowed her head again and took off running. "Why did you ask for her name and age?" Mel asked her husband without any bad intention. In fact she was just surprised because she's the first person Rayner asked such two questions together. And now this strange girl they met.

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

The plea for aid, tinged with vulnerability, reaches his ears, drawing his attention like a magnet pulling at his heartstrings. Pausing in his ascent, Alpha Kaden turns to face the source of the voice, his expression softening as his gaze falls upon Alexa, a young pack member in need of assistance. Her words, filled with a plea for help, resonate in the air, a poignant reminder of the interconnectedness that binds their pack together in times of need.

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.