Akito X Shigure の小説・ストーリー

Then it happened. The mate bond snapped into place like a lightning strike—wild, burning, undeniable. A wave of raw energy pulsed between us. My heart pounded, and I could feel his heartbeat echoing mine. Our auras flared—mine soft blue, his blazing gold—and they tangled in a brilliant, shimmering dance. I gasped and pressed a hand to my chest. “Ryu...” He was already on his feet, closing the distance. His hands found mine—warm, solid, grounding. “You feel it too?”

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.

With each passing minute, Shirashi found herself growing weaker, her movements slowing as Aika's relentless assault took its toll. The Narrator watched in horror as Aika pinned Shirashi to the ground, her hands wrapping around his wife's throat. He knew he should do something, but he was frozen in place, unable to move. Aika leaned in close, her breath hot against Shirashi's ear. "You're pathetic," she hissed. "You don't deserve a man like him." With a final twist of her hands, Aika snapped Shirashi's neck, leaving her lifeless body crumpled on the ground. The villagers erupted into cheers, their faces twisted into cruel smiles.

Along the far side of the chamber were the others. Kayo leaned against one of the rune pillars, fox-bright eyes fixed on the center circle, while her two oni brothers, **Akitora — Aki —** and **Riku**, stood near the wall where the chamber’s ward-lines met the stone. Both looked like they’d rather be anywhere else than sitting still, which probably meant they were exactly where they were supposed to be.

Shogo was overjoyed and had been playfully teasing Natsu, making his eyes widen with delight. "His eyes are just like Nidaime’s. Sandaime doesn’t resemble him as much, but little Natsu-chan has Nidaime’s face too." Akiko could only smile at the comment and deliberately avoided letting Shogo get a closer look at his eyes. Akiko knew that Natsu’s eyes closely resembled her own, which would make explaining her relationship with Masaki a bit tricky. Akiko had fully understood why she had to become Ishida—following Kenji’s explanation that Hayato was Ishida. Akiko had no issue with the change, especially since she didn’t want to be called Sandaime everywhere she went.

“No, we didn’t.” The vampire tipped his head back, groaning in disappointment. Akiro slapped his arm. “Your plan thoroughly failed, and it backfired on me!” “I didn’t say that’s my only plan,” Shiro smirked, leaning closer to Akiro and whispering to his ears. “The more buttons I push, the more angry and jealous he gets, the better the kiss will be.” Akiro yelped in surprise when he was yanked backwards, the door shutting with a loud thud right at his friend’s smirking face, who didn’t seem surprised at Heli’s sudden appearance.

They love me as if I’m their own. When I was younger, Ishir used to find me when I’d go hide and cry alone. He would walk up to me in his tiger form, wrap himself around me, and begin purring until I calmed down and fell asleep. Zephyr is much the same. She’s one of the most kind and gentle women I’ve ever met. I know she suffered, we all know what happened to her when Cal was in the laboratory, and then when she realized that Iniko was alive. When you live like we do, you don’t have any secrets. Well, unless you’re Iniko. He seems to be the only one who doesn’t know what his life was like before he was reborn.