Akira Yamatoga Mga Nobela at Kwento

Akira's POV The dawn arrived the way a blade arrives: slow at first and then all at once, an unforgiving light cutting through the dark․ By the time we got to the ridge looking down across Crimson Moon territory, the fog had burned off, and I could see the valley below, like an old wound․ The high stone walls had mostly held, and the watchtowers had dying torches burning, and the sprawl of pack houses and training fields glimmered in the first cold gold of day․ Thin white smoke rose straight up from the central hearths․ Life moved on․ Routine․ Unaware․ They did not know the dead were walking home․ Ronan stopped beside me now, his shoulder touching mine․ This time it was intentional․ The cont

Ismail said making me wonder if this was really about me or if they had some unsettled dispute before. “I know you have been jealous of my family since we became the best merchant in this pack, you want that title right but I will make sure you didn't get it you are nothing more than a greedy monster” lady Akira retorted fuming in anger. This was the first time I am see lady Akira this angry and it really scared. I turned noticing the way Amur watched my every movement as if he was expecting me to do something. Kira went behind her mother holding her shoulders and whispering something to her eyes.

Camila rolled her eyes. “i’m on my honeymoon you are not meant to call me” she replied. “why not? We need to know that you are okay” Diego replied. Roman peeked into the screen from beside her and smiled at her brothers. “remove your face from the picture, this call is not meant for you” Matias chided, Roman rolled his eyes and looked away. “so how’s everything? Hope you’re having fun? Where’s Cory?” Camila and Roman exchanged amused looks but before they could reply, Ace smacked Matias’ head.

Akira threw her question at me, asking me the same thing I had earlier wanted to avoid—the same question I had feigned ignorance about. Her gaze was fixed on me as she waited for my response, but since it had gotten to that, I knew I couldn't escape it anymore. A small smile curled my lips, and I said to her, "I can never be his mate; I'm just a poor Omega." My voice, although small, was firm enough to convey my hidden intentions—don't even think of it! But the words had barely left my lips when Akira's face broadened with a smile. "I know, Xenra, I know you can never be his mate," She said, "I was just asking. I just wanted to hear your opinion about my brother, if he was someone you could

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

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

Give me those girls and you are free to go. Akira: If i reject? Guard: Then DIE!! GUAHH... When he rushed toward me he slipped up. The ground beneath them became soft. Akira: Because you are trying to attack me don’t blame me if i retaliate. I then point my staff toward the guards and says. Akira: Rupture. The guards body exploding one by one. There a few guard that pass out seeing the scene. The carriage driver is rooted with a pale face. From the bump in front of it body i knew it was a woman. I then go toward the carriage and ask the driver.

Her body turn into flames, Si jie got out of the car,her heart pumping in her chest,Joe wang try to run to them but he stumble back. "What's going on?I can't get through" Joe wang tried again but he was pushed back. Akira scream crouching,he was on fire his whole body burns,he grab his neck coughing "Akira I said out" "I...i... I'm but...burning" Akira maeda glance up and froze,hope from the waist down was all fire,fire sparkling with each of his groan "Wh...what are...are...you doing?" " Get out"

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

Kariya answered as she looked at Akira in the mirror. Even though anyone would say that Akira looked like the dragon king, she could still see traces of Lady Salsa in her smile and wittily attitude. “Mother likes this too?” Akira asked as she looked at myself again in the mirror with a huge smile on her face. At the moment she looked so much like Lady Salsa that Kariya couldn't stop the tears from flowing from her eyes. Akira instantly became alarmed, “Aunt Kariya, why are you crying? I’m sorry. Did I remind you of my mother? I’m really sorry, don’t cry anymore,” Akira quickly said as she held Kariya’s hands.