Akira Yamatoga Novels & Stories

"Stressed? Are you stressed? Do you think you're stressed? I'm the one who's stressed, Akira. I'm the one who's dealing with a pack that's falling apart. And you're just...missing. Always missing. If you know shit, spit it!” Akira stood, her voice a loud shout. "I'm not always missing, Kael. And even if I was, it's none of your business. We made a deal, remember? You stay out of my business, and I'll stay out of yours." I laughed and watched as Akira bowed her head. "Oh, I remember the deal, Akira. And I'm holding you to it. You're my mate, after all. My property. And I won't let you just disappear without a proper explanation.”

[Author’s note: This chapter is about the dream of Akira.] Akira hurriedly took her bag and came out of her room. Her black short hair waved as she descended the stairs and ran like a squirrel toward the dining table. Her golden eyes were vividly clear with happiness as soon as she saw her family. When she sat at the table, her mother smiled at her cuteness as she ate the bread and drank the milk hurriedly. Alina Lesle Clemente, Akira’s mother. She possesses light golden eyes and black curvy hair. She came from the clan of Rihiko.

Akira tried to make her feelings not sad, she felt what An felt. Spontaneous Akira kissed my forehead, I felt calm and my heart became happy that someone would care about me. Akira said, "Why did you run away from me? What if there are bad people who want to harm you? What should I do without you? I'm here fully responsible for your presence. If you go home now, your mother will be disappointed in you. "

" Akira couldn't do anything to refused, she got up from the floor gingerly and went to their small bedroom and packed the little things they had. Rayner was truthful to his words and let Cristal go. He returned back to the West Country and got married to Akira and that was when Akira's nightmares started for three years up till date. END OF FLASHBACK.

And soon after they turned to rehearsing kabuki plays that Sasha both wrote and starred in as the mysterious and diabolical Yami Tennō or Emperor of the Dark (plus his minions), while Aki dressed up as the valiant princess disguised as a man who would single-handedly broker peace among all the clans. They spent countless hours talking about all subjects, and because Aki didn’t really have the freedom to travel, Sasha would regale her with stories of the hunt, the beasts of the northern ice caps, and the jutsus of the blue Slayers. They made blanket forts in Aki’s room and told ghost stories. Then, when it became clear it was the only way to spend even more time with her, he joined her privat

Deo, who had been hiding since the plague appeared, patiently waited for the golden opportunity to strike. And, oh, was he bloody lucky. Flavian tackles Deo’s wolf to the ground but it escapes, like a slippery worm, and attempts to run away. But Akira was already a ticking time bomb, and he happened to be so luckily unlucky. He ticked the bomb off. Akira, with all the newfound powers of a demigoddess, explodes with a throat-ripping scream—her eyes on Fenrir and the bloody hole on his body. Peace never seems to come to them.

Kira tried to go back to sleep but failed miserably, so she dragged herself out of the bed, wearing her blanket like a cape and open the slide door to sit on their balcony, enjoying the fresh air on the cold autumn morning. Reena woke up shortly after, she complains about how cold it was when she came out of her room joining and cover herself with Kira's blanket. She had ask her what's her plan for today and she shrugged, Kira wasn't sure but she knew she was beyond tired because of all the chores she did yesterday.

Ayame then remembers that she had to study for the upcoming test and then she says- “Maybe it’s alright to hand over the position of number one to other people from time to time.” “You’re just lazy, aren’t you?” asks Akihiko on hearing Ayame say that. “N-no I’m not. I was just tired from everything that had happened.” “But it has been a week since… since I called mom… dammit. Well, I’ll just have to call her back after getting back. Now, what are we supposed to do here Yasuhiro-san?” “That I shall show you through training.” “T-training? For what?” “For hunting down the Yokai. What did you think we came here for?”

Not even for Freya. Akira's fragile form, a shadow of her former self, and the pain etched on her face, triggered something primal within me. My wolf, awakened and enraged, let out a deafening howl, its fury and anguish echoing through my very soul. It was a visceral, growing warning, a promise that I was treading on thin ice, that I better not dare to reject this bond, not like I had with Freya. The wolf's fury was palpable, its claws raging, ready to unleash a maelstrom of emotions if I dared to deny Akira, my second chance mate. I felt the weight of its disapproval, a heavy burden, a reminder that some bonds can't be ignored, can't be silenced.

Akira laughs at my jokes; I mean really my jokes aren't the least bit funny. Through her laughter, Akira seems to have trouble replying, "Cadma, I'm pretty sure it's more than that. It's like the gods see us and somehow, they take a part of our soul with their wolf. A male and a female are created. This way, they are both the same soul, and only true love and perfection can be found when they are bonded. You're empty without that soulmate."