Akira Kunimi Novels & Stories

Makaila cooed, a tired smile spread across her lips. "Just like you." I smiled at Makaila. I bent and kissed our baby on her forehead. She suddenly stirred and opened her eyes. They were bright and blue, crystal clear like the oceans, just like mine. She also had brunette hair just like mine but she definitely had her mum's beauty. She gave me a crooked smile and my heart swelled in my chest. "What do we name her?" Makaila asked. "Sierra." I quickly said. "How about Crystal?" Makaila argued with me.

he said to Aria. She didn’t move. Didn’t listen. The man stopped a few yards away. His eyes Locked onto Aria. Not curious. Certain. “So,” he said slowly. “The storm lives.” Aria tilted her head slightly. “And you are?” A faint smirk. “Someone your mother would have warned you about.” Ryan’s stomach dropped. Aria’s expression didn’t change. “Try me.” The man’s gaze sharpened. Then “I am Kael Draven.” “And I do not kneel.”

Akira called his name, softly and gently “Yes? Any last words?” “One exactly.” “Go on.” “ENOUGH!”

I shouldn't have asked that kind of question out of the blue. “Erm- I'm sorry, I'm not usually like this..” I trailed off feeling uncomfortable under his gaze. I guess I was just too tired. “No I love that question” he suddenly said making my eyes widen. “You do?” I asked, surprised that he was not yet creeped out but my weirdness. “Yes. My name is Romeo and you?” He asked. "J-juliet" I stuttered. Shit shit shit! He was obviously not going to buy that.

History mixed with folklore, weaving a tale of magic and betrayal. No one alive knows the Alpha of the Iridescence pack’s name, and most refer to him only as the Game Maker. Rumor has it that the Game Maker is a half-breed. While his Father was a werewolf, his Mother was a powerful witch. The combination of species was unheard of, and happened before most of the witches went into hiding. Iridian was started over seventy years ago, with the infamous Game Maker taking the lead. There are many tales that explain why the Game Maker doesn’t age, tales of fiction with increments of truth.

Hawk said "This problem would have passed without any significant, but, our people say, eleghara nwa ite, omenyu oku (little negligence can cause disaster)" "Okay, Hawk. What is this little problem?" Dog asked, speaking for the first time. "This problem is a girl," The hawk man said, "Her name is Jidennaya" "A girl?" Falcon laughed, "what can stand in our way. A girl? That's unheard of" Some of the men chuckled, while some laughed at the thought. No one has challenged the King before, no animal, beast, or human. Nothing has opposed his might and dominion. He was a great Lord, a powerful King in all the land

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. "Uncle, please... can you ask Felicia to help me out? I have been hurt," Alexa's voice trembles with a mixture of pain and hope, seeking solace in the form of aid from another pack member. In response, Alpha Kaden's voice carries a reassuring tone as he addresses her, a blend of compassion and authority woven into his words.

But, I'll spare you some experiences. The first mission was a direct order from the IW Senate President. [Named: Shiku Itikito Occupation: CEO of the number one technology maker in japan and also a Yakuza Leader who sells drugs in different parts of Japan. Mission: Infiltrate and kill Shiku Itikito] Shiku Itikito is one of the twelve Ronins of japan and also a former IW Senator. He broke the rules when he started shipping the drugs to Asia. All IW Senators have voted and agreed with the mission. The reward would be 500 IW Tokens.

“We are the Elite Wolf Group.” Leora blinked. “Elite Wolf Group?” The girl in front — tall, sleek black hair flowing behind her — introduced herself first. “I’m Akira,” she said smoothly, her lips curved in a smirk. “Leader of the Elite Wolf Group. My pack is second only to the Alpha’s, so I’m used to giving orders.” To her right, a boy with ash gray hair leaned casually against a desk, his grin mischievous. “Call me Jarek. Fastest runner in the kingdom. Fastest talker too, if you ask anyone. Bet you’ve heard of me, Luna?”

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.