Anime Noose Novels & Stories

It tore through Sterling like lightning. He came with a broken, gasping noise, vision full of stars, his body jerking forward into Anneliese’s warmth while the rest of him unraveled from the inside out. He barely noticed the moment Noah’s hand withdrew, finger slipping free, the final push of Anneliese’s orgasm fading beneath him. When the wave finally released him, and he remembered how to breathe, how to see, his eyes flicked up— Noah was gone. Anneliese sat up slowly, finally sliding the blindfold from around her eyes. Her expression was hazy, her limbs heavy as she reached to caress him with post-orgasmic affection.

Yet, he seems to be fine. "Have you finally been able to control it?" White Iru bursts out from Andos” body. “Don’t you ever think that you are able to kill me, asshole!” Andos exclaimed. Alfi’s gaze is empty and he doesn’t say a thing. “What? Are you afraid? Are you afraid of seeing me like this?” He remains silent. “Then stay silent and die!” Andos advances to Alfi and is about to launch his fist. Suddenly a thousand of needles appear in front of him stopping Andos” blow. Those needles pierce his palm making it go numb. His palm feels numb that he can’t feel it anymore.

His chest rose and fell with the heavy pants that were his breath, his face slick with sweat. My grip on Aniya’s throat slackened until my hands fell limp at my sides. If it weren’t for the myriad of emotions in Nox’s eyes, each one hiding a tempest I couldn’t identify the source of, I would’ve thought he used his ability on me. His panic lessened when he realized I was listening to him, his tongue flicking out to run over a pair of dry lips. He opened his mouth in a way that made me wonder if he wanted to say more, but the shaky voice of the woman I had pinned to the ground snared my attention first.

“More tongue, kids. “Prove you deserve each other. Your dad gets back tomorrow, make him proud.” Cade grabbed Nora’s waist harder, leaned in again, really selling it this time. Noah was shaking with second-hand embarrassment and rage. Then he took one step forward to grab Nora’s arm—and walked straight under the branches. A single golden leaf drifted down and landed on his shoulder. Dead. Silence. Every phone lowered. Aunt Carla’s mouth fell open. Aunt Denise whispered, “Did the tree just…?” Cade froze. Noah went white. Nora looked like she was about to scream “PLOT TWIST.”

A blazing torch of orange fire had been stitched over their hearts, its colour matching the braided cloth that hung at their waists, keeping the flowing robes closed. A shiver ran up my spine. As normal as they looked, these were the Nest leaders. What they said was law and defying them was death. Burney had let slip before we got here that their mother had been one of them before she died, and that if Aaron had been here when it happened, he would've been voted one of them, making him the youngest councillor to accept his seat in the history of the Scorchers.

Cables were threaded directly through the flesh of his collarbone, trailing upward like strings of a puppet. "Arga?" Sarah choked, raising her weapon. The proxy didn't turn around. When it spoke, it was in a harmony of fifty voices, layered in a discordant choir. "He’s currently occupied, Anji. You are the architect of your own undoing. We offer you the bridge." "I don't need a bridge, you son of a bitch," Anji roared, staggering to his feet. He could feel the fragment in his pocket shaking now, trying to liberate itself, trying to slide into the relay on its own.

The omnipresent anima are a very important part of the culture and are even used to find a compatible significant other. Noah: “…Is this yours?” (⊙_⊙;) The cold and face-paralyzed ML whose canine anima was currently preoccupied with humping Noah’s leg: (≖ ‸ ≖) “…No. Never seen it in my life.” Blackie: (–_ლ) And now, could you help me understand what about that arc made you guys choose it? What about it especially excites you? I don’t want to accidentally miss the point and take the arc in a direction totally different than what you were looking forward to.

He was bloody all over but walking tall and looking strong, and he had his older brother in handcuffs and was pushing Adan forward ahead of himself. Adan was hunched and staggering. And there was something tied around his neck, some sort of fabric pulled tight into a slipknot. Like a scarf made into a noose. It looked wet, red and shiny. Honestly, the man looked about an inch from death. In the couple seconds it took me to take in this scene, watching Nolan and Adan’s first few steps out into the street, I felt a mix of a million different emotions. Pure joy. Elation that Nolan was alright, and that he’d won, he’d gotten Adan and this was about to be over. Incredible relief.

Noah thought to himself as he spat out more blood. Anaya walked to him and wrapped her right hand around his neck. “Today you meet your end, Noah Montgomery,” Anaya said, her eyes glowing brightly. Noah's lips curled up into a sinister smile. “I don't think so,” he whispered. The sound of a blade passing through flesh sounded, and Anaya's eyes widened. Blood spilled out of her mouth, and she turned to look at her stomach. She found a long, wavy dagger hanging from her stomach, and black smoke rose from the dagger's blade as Noah pushed it deeper and deeper.

Simultaneously, Anom's left hand, holding his blade, aimed for the unfortunate man's shoulder. "AHH!" Jeno's muffled scream echoed as the grip on his neck tightened, rendering him unable to vocalize his agony. "I'm glad you didn't opt for a princess carry," Anom remarked, maintaining his hold on Jeno's neck. The struggle persisted for a few moments until Jeno's movements ceased, succumbing to unconsciousness. Huffing with relief, Anom released his grip and lowered the guard to the floor. Swiftly getting back on his feet, he dashed outside, surveying his surroundings. He noticed that the guard stationed at the door had already been taken away.