Anime Trample Novels & Stories

They tore through the windows and the front door, a storm of fur and fury. Relief, so potent it almost buckled my knees, washed over me as they ripped the Tainted from my body, their powerful jaws snapping necks and tearing limbs just moments before venomous fangs could find me. My wounds began to knit closed, a slow, agonizing process, even with Eon dormant. They healed enough to stop the bleeding, but no more, leaving me a raw, blood soaked mess. Royal warriors flooded in behind my brothers, overwhelming the remaining Tainted with sheer numbers. How had they all gotten so close? Had Trisha’s heat, her intoxicating scent, blinded me that completely?

I almost never transform so I have no idea how to fight with it' ##############

Camilla chuckled and replied "okok let me ask Terry if it's convenient then I will let you know, if it were up to me you know I would have agreed immediately" hmm Ariana nodded, of course the old Camilla would never agree, just that you have changed because of love and you don't realize it you fool, Ariana thought to herself. "ok I understand Camilla, I will wait for your response, but I'm afraid Terry doesn't like me one bit" Ariana said as she sighed, pretending to be helpless. Camilla smiled "don't worry so much, even if he refuses, we will still get the chance to hangout some time you know" Ariana who was at the other end couldn't control her own thoughts and because of what she heard fr

he hissed, raising his club. I ducked and rolled, ignoring my own shudder at the whirling sound above my head. I sprang to a crouch and lunged forward, just like Burney had taught me and took his legs out from under him. He tried to raise his arm again, but I latched onto it, raking my nails down his skin. He let out a surprised grunt, his winded reflexes sending his pole rolling out of his reach.

I shouted out between barely repressed whimpers, "I don't enjoy such thrills." "Good," was the mischievous answer. He moved down, still taking all the time in the world, the stubble on his chin offering a tickling scratch. He loosened my belt, and pushed aside my robe, further and further, until it left my chest. At once. I instinctively tried to cover myself. My wrists were regained by his hand, which pinned them above my head.

With a small blast of fire from his feet, Max initiated a sprint towards Tamashi. “YOU’RE MINE, SPARKY! I’LL END THIS IN ONE BLOW!” Max jumped as he neared Tamashi. As Max fell through the sky, Tamashi reached out his arm. ‘Inazuma no Kabe.’ Max slammed head-first into the wall and bounced off, flying backwards in the direction he came from. As Tamashi released the wall, Max recovered and rose to his feet.

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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.

Christian said, “They must be all over you.” “They try.” Max said, “There is a line, though. I won’t cross it no matter what.” “Well, that shows you have some morals,” Mack said with a laugh. “Sometimes,” Max replied as he thought of one student in particular. She was tiny and blonde. She was new as well. Though Max knew nothing would ever happen between them, he could still daydream a bit. The poor girl couldn’t even really speak around him. It was cute to him. “Just sometimes?” Henni asked as she walked down the stairs carrying the baby of the group. “She is the only one awake.”

Rolling my eyes, I pushed my feet against him, “Enough with your nonsense, help me buckle these up please.” Still shaking from his fit of laughter, he simply leaned back down so his one leg was kneeling and the other lay flat on its foot. Taking my own feet ever so carefully, he wrapped the band of my sandals around my ankles. While he was at it, he made sure they weren’t tied too tightly around my skin, just to avoid any constriction in my limb movement. Seemingly satisfied with his job, he dusted his hands off and looked up at me again, “Ready then?”