Anime Misaki Novels & Stories

Augustus closed his eyes, he hugged Sharmaine and left in Galvin's annoyed gaze. "I'll take her back." Galvin laughed in anger. -- Maki lying on the ground, covered in blood, she looked up at the sky, smiling: "This feeling, is the feeling of serenity and freedom that person refers to?" "It was great." “I am no longer Maki Mohini, I am Maki Yuki.” Maki was once a Japanese girl, a gentle schoolgirl who was turned into a vampire. She smiled, she used the last of her strength. The body suddenly caught fire. Maki has prepared very well, she no longer wants to live. She chose death and chose to leave the Mohini clan.

~Miwa's POV~ My eyes fluttered open and I groaned stretching my limbs as I sat up on the bed, it was morning already, Mama Annie had come up last night and I told her what she needed to know, Wren had also come but the moment he began saying shit about me going downstairs, I shoved him out and slammed the door in his face, thankfully Alpha didn't show, I knew he was lurking around somewhere close though, the aura was unmistakable. I stood up, heading into the bathroom , I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth, it was still quite early but I had always been an early bird.

KEISHA has been brushing her hair for half an hour while staring into oblivion. She needs to find a way to kill him quickly without raising suspicions but it’s far too risky for her to take this path. She has to play the waiting game, nothing she can do is safe. “M-Miss, the master has informed you to finish getting ready. I shall do your hair for you,” the maid approached but she raised her hand for her to stop. “No need, I’ll keep my hair down. You may leave.”

And Aronohai Misa’s best friend and wrangler. She walks past the curious eyes of the elites and clamps a hand down on Misa’s shoulder. Something only she can do because they are almost the same height— and she is the one least likely to get her arm ripped off by Misa. All I know about Amane Riko is that she is known as an alpha with an easygoing demeanor, and she isn’t known to be cruel to omegas… “You all seem to be enjoying the show…”. She might as well have sprayed teargas at the spectators with the speed at which they dispersed.

That was hard to discern. Misa, the maiden, pushed open the door and entered. Her lustrous black hair was stylishly tied up with an intricate bun. On her head, she wore a translucent hairpin adorned with a flower, with a clear string hanging from it. Her face was fair, her lips delicate, and her smile gentle. Her facial features exuded intelligence and purity, devoid of the mundane world's impurities. She exuded a tranquil and refined aura as she stood there, elegant and dignified.

She said, as I busied myself with getting dressed. "Take me to her." I said, ignoring her words. "I'm afraid she's a little busy tonight." Misaki replied me, as she jumped down from the counter. I frowned at her in confusion. "What do you mean 'busy'? We had a deal!" I growled at her, slowly getting fed up by her antics "Well, you already know she's a stripper." Misaki flashed me a saccharine smile. "...it shouldn't be hard for you to come to terms with the fact, that she now works for me."

She said, She examined Kurai and Cai Kang and took some notes in a separate room. Otaka Misako is not a fighter like almost everyone else but is aware of both worlds. She is a xian who specializes in the study of curses and travels all over Japan to research curses and how to cure them. Her potential to see and understand a curse works with one look, which is how she earned a living and gained funding for her research. “Can you tell me how that curse of yours works again as well as the incident?” Misako said while getting her notebook.

"Sweet and innocent cute lady." "I need you reminded that if you even dare inhale the same air she breathes, I'll have your neck and I'm not joking." My voice is stern. Asami stands. It was then I noticed her outfit. She's dressed in a black cooperate jumpsuit with center buttons that lines from the collar to her torso. A black belt, the same material as the jumpsuit, is tied around her waist and she has a long, black, leather jacket on. "Protective. Quite charming, watashi no ai."

But instead, I was met with the sight of Anne, her lips curled into a sly smile. “Well, well, well,” she drawled, her voice dripping with amusement. “Look who’s playing jungle explorer.” Relief washed over me, so intense it almost felt like dizziness. “Anne! Thank goodness it’s you. I nearly had a heart attack.” I straightened up, brushing dirt off my breeches with a grimace. “What are you doing here?” “Same reason as you, I presume,” she said, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. “To witness the grand exit of Annalisa du Wales.”