Anime Rockstar Novels & Stories

The pain has turned to a dull ache and voices echo around in my head. The smell of spice and freshly cut grass envelop me in a warm embrace as I continue to float. 'Alpha' calls a voice that sound familiar but to far away to clearly make out. 'The rogues are attacking' comes another voice, mixing with more frantic voices as the echo around in my head. Suddenly I'm crashing to the ground with a reverberating crack and a loud roaring growl crawls from my throat.

I know he wouldn't agree. "I'm hoping you can tell me something that I don't know about myself," I say uneasily, shifting in my seat. This Gaze reader has a completely shaved head, incoherent patterns tattooed all across his skin. It's only highlighted by the golden jewellery hanging from his lips, nose, eyebrows and ears.

One she would not be tied too. She stared at him, horrified. Jon tilted his head, and smirked. He felt it too. That bastard. “Well, well. Pinkie,” he drawled, voice like velvet and poison. “I did not expect you. Didn’t expect this.” Her throat tightened. “No. This is a sick joke.” His grin widened. “Guess the Moon Goddess has a wild sense of humor.” Tammy stepped back, every part of her revolting. Her wolf whined beneath her skin. She felt confused, betrayed.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

Halley stood beside Aranjo, herself impatiently waiting for the demon girl to embarrass herself. Aranjo chose to play fast-paced music, the music she played was a song that told the story of the greatness of the sky realm warriors while fighting. So many feelings are contained in the music it brings. One thing Aranjo doesn't realize is that when she is immersed in the rhythm, her aura spreads and affects all the guests. Only high-powered Gods and goddesses would not be affected by the aura. The emperor saw clearly the color of Aranjo's aura. Currently, Aranjo's magic power was at a moderate level where the aura color was red. But golden sparks framed that red aura that affected the guests.

“I am called Tok. You are Gregor.” “Tok is your name, okay,” Greg said. “I understand that. Please call me Greg, though. Not sure if you have shortened versions of your names, but we do. It is what we call a nickname.” “Our people knew that we had only a few years left on our world. Things had been done, and it was torn to pieces from within. They managed to figure out a way to travel on the flying rocks. Though it was incomplete. The parts of themselves had to merge with something else to become whole again. Some were stronger than others. Only a handful of the dust you call it made it to the different planets after hundreds and even thousands of your earth years. Then your kind began, but

The other lack members also raised their cans. "We all accept you as one of ours now," an older woman at the other end of the table said. "That's Lilith," Hunt told me through our mind link. "She likes you." I smiled back at Lilith and then I caught someone else staring in my direction because it was hard to ignore the hateful gaze Sierra gave me.

As she sniffled and wiped the tears from her eyes, Norah turned from comforting her and gave me a knowing look. Yesterday I had promised her I’d take a turn, and I was sorely regretting it. “Einar, I knew I recognized that last name.” A man with a buzzed head and a rose tattoo trailing up his neck snapped his fingers. He’d been one of the first to speak and introduced himself as Ramone. “You’re Luna Lilac, right? I knew I recognized that hair of yours.” All eyes fell on me. The walls quivered and my throat tightened. I took a deep breath and held it in the way Norah had instructed me.

My hands slammed on my desk as I stood growling, the windows shook as the desk cracked and I watched as the man flinched in front of me, raising his hands up in surrender, “for fuck’s sake kid, relax, you got some powers there don’t you.” I stalked around my desk glaring at him, “my name is Alpha Nico, not kid, you will address me with respect or,” I cocked my brow, “I will not hold back my power with you again.” He pressed his lips together, “you were holding back,” he bobbed his head, “impressive, but you’ll need to excuse me, I’m not accustomed to pack life or any of this, neither is Bryce, Russ or Catalina and Amelia she is in the dark, unless her father is telling her right now.”

“I’m just some roughneck from the wrong side of the track.” She closed her eyes. “I’d gladly go with you to any side of the track. I’m not too good for you Rage Cohen. You just need a little light for your future, and I hope you see it now, because I always have.”