Anime Thug Novels & Stories

The backdoor slammed open with a sharp bang and clattered shut behind, and Arah only then realized—Thug Number Two had run off. Across the room, Thug Number Three swatted Female Owl with a heavy arm. The bird let out a sharp, pained cry as it crashed into the wall. Arah flinched, feeling the pain like it was her own. In retaliation, her split-wind tattoo fused into a single form and coiled tightly around Thug Number Three’s neck, squeezing hard. At the same time, Male Owl screeched—a piercing, furious sound—and relaunched itself, raking its talons deep across Thug Number Three’s face. He coughed, cried out, and staggered back, blood streaming from the gashes.

“What five million? Bah (You’re crazy)!” Kim took a step forward, his lips turning into a small smile that lacked any kind of humor. “My name is Kimhan Asnee Ayutthaya, son of Kraisee Ayutthaya…the man you stole money from while working for him. Ring a bell?” Khun Thong’s eyes bulged out of his head at the mention of the ‘Lion of Bangkok’, the infamous Mafia lord who he had dared cross once when he was still a hot-headed young blood, stupid enough to think he could get away with his sins. And he had gotten away with it…for over twenty years…but that was because he had been constantly on the run. It had been only this last years that he had decided to settle down in this area, finally getting

"Listen, punk, you're going to regret this, I swear... argh... my boss won't let this slide..." The thug with the bleached hair was writhing in agony, his breaths coming in sharp hisses as he shouted his threats. Liam just gave a frosty chuckle, his gaze icy as he towered over the thug. "Really? He won't let it slide? And here I thought you'd be silent. Do you honestly believe I'd let you walk away?"

He continued pushing down until the thug’s shoulder was crushed with a loud crack. “Is it fun bullying Rheasians?” said Zayn with a cynical smile. The thug’s entire body trembled violently from the piercing pain. He lost the courage to even bear grudges against such a terrifying man. He begged for mercy continuously, tears and snot flowing freely. Zayn cursed but he did not do anything further to the thug. He said, “Leave.” The thug assumed that he had misheard him. Was the devil actually letting him go?

Author's pov A loud sound of slap echoed in the room as Anirudh looked at Antara with pure shock not for once he expected her to slap him "How fucking dare you bitch to slap me?" Anirudh asked angrily "You know what bastard? Go to hell and never come back you monster! It is better to die than living with a pathetic creature like you. You are the worst " Antara said and cut her wrist with the help of the knife kept there for cutting fruit

Sasha blurted out. Aki shrugged. “Brown Slayers have full body tattoos, right? Well, it turns out Budo’s tattoos are non-tribal and resemble those of gangsters.” “What’s his spirit animal?” Sasha asked. “A hissing cockroach,” Aki replied. All three Slayers looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

He grated. Angela didn't stop there. She proceeded to pull his hair causing his head to twist to the side as he threw daggers at both of them. "Awww, myyy brother is awngryyy? He doesn't like the twaste of his own medicine, awwww, sooo cwute," Angela teased, making a babyish voice causing Silvia to chuckle. "You're a f*cking bully!" Hunter roared at Angela. "I learned from the best," She mused innocently.

She stretched it out to him. "What the fuck is that?" He scowled at the paper but didn't take it. "Your payment for saving my ass. Go ahead and take it." "I don't need your money–" "You don't need one million dollars?" She scoffed in disbelief. "Are you fucking deranged or just plain stupid?" The thug chuckled dryly, spinning slowly with his face looking upwards. When his gaze returned to her, it was harder than before. "You know the shittiest thing about your kind of people? Y'all think the world revolves around you. Flick your fingers and my kind will be at your feet. And when you don't need us anymore, you kick us out and we'll be gone. Just like tamed dogs."

No one knows how these mysterious killings brought about by a veiled creature began. Some of the people interviewed by Mark in the past admit that such a being is just a myth, it only exists in one's wild imagination. Yet he believes otherwise. He is a victim of the handiwork of the manananggal. He became an unwilling orphan at a young age because of it. He vowed on the grave of his parents that he will leave no stone unturned in searching for their killer.