Anime Otter Novels & Stories

“ …..You sure are an interesting type Antonio . “ said Damian getting you from his seat and walking around the table as he leaned on the table in front . “ Interesting type ?… “ said Antonio confused as he stood in front of Damian . “ You are kindhearted , polite , cute looking . “ said Damian then Antonio sighed . “ Can you please not call me cute ? I am a man after all . Being called cute is…..weird . “ said “ Weird ?…..Hmmm……then , how should I call a man whose house is filled with Mickey Mouse pyjamas , eye folder , and other cartoon toys like One Piece and Naruto…….If I am not mistaken , I even saw some figurines of Sailor Moon and other strong female leads of other cartoons . “ said Da

I said, handing her the chart. “Bout damn time,” Zoe huffed. I immediately tensed up when our 10:30 came in. Our patient’s owner was a good-looking guy around Zoe’s age, possibly a little older, and from what I’ve seen, he was her type. If you looked up ‘frat boy’ in the dictionary, his face would be splayed on the page. He was checking her out, and I found it harder and harder to control my jealousy. “Good morning. My name is Zoe, and I’ll be examining Titus today,” Zoe beamed as she scratched behind the pitbull puppy’s ears.

The poison that would later kill him was her ability which meant that once he died, a part of his energy pool would become hers. Sweat dripped down from his forehead. The sound it made as it splashed gently on the tree house's dirt floor was practically inaudible, that was, to normal humans. But the ones in the place were beings like him, Anitos, low-tier divine beings. Their hearing enabled them to hear that usually negligible sound. They turned to him.

"In front of each of you, there is a sheet and a brush. You will outline the most appropriate course of action for the given problem. The participant with the best response will win this round." "Does that peasant even have the ability to read or write?" a brunette, dressed in layers of elegant tulle, whispered to her friend, who giggled and cast glances at Hailey. Hailey wasn't offended. Why would she be? Such remarks had been commonplace throughout her life. It was a widespread belief that Omegas were incapable of understanding even basic concepts. As Luna Renesme began to read the question from the scroll, Hailey picked up the brush and dipped it into the inkpot.

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

The soul eater sits on the floor, covered in blood and something else that I don't recognize until I open the door further and step in. Looking down, I see a disemboweled baby torn to shreds. It's in so many pieces that I can't even tell for sure what it is, except for the baby bottle half buried in the blood and intestines. Suddenly, the smell hits me and I have to bend over as I lose my supper. Sandwich spraying everywhere, even on the soul eater. She looks up at me and smiles while holding an arm bone and then begins gnawing on it.

“That the small bat Princess likes the land of eternal night?” I laugh and swat out a hand towards him, though of course it misses. “Oh, shut up.” “Spooky ass Princess,” Anton murmurs, laughing and moving to the table, taking the seat next to me. “World’s least-terrifying ghost,” I return, leaning towards him, quite pleased. Anton bares his teeth at me and I laugh again. But when we turn back to our friends, my wolf turns anxiously to see them both watching us quite carefully, Orion with a strange look on his face.

It was obvious by the scratches on its face and the blood on Herb's hands that he had put up one hellova fight. But he had ultimately failed. The Eater held on to him and even pinned him to the ground not even acknowledging the fact that it had lost its original surface. We watched in horror as it pulled a huge fog out of Herb's mouth, bigger than any I had ever seen. In the back of my mind, I attributed that to the combination of Becky and Herb's souls. The creature gave a purr of pleasure as soon as the last tendril of smoke was pulled into its mouth. It sat up drowsily and closed its eyes almost to relish in the moment.