Anime Traps Novels & Stories

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

Anima said. “What exactly do you mean by ‘force us into that state’ again?” Valerie asked. Anima closed her eyes, and after a moment, her entire body began to glow. Her white aura seeped out of her body like glowing smoke, and as she opened her eyes again, her bright blue irises began to glow brightly, releasing light blue sparks. Her maid uniform slowly transformed into dark silver armor with large metal shoulder pads, a large chest piece that stopped a short distance below the middle of her torso, and metallic boots and gauntlets.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

“What’s actually going on?” Anantari felt a thick, evil aura inside. Cold sweat trickled down her temples. Her chest tightened instantly. “I feel like this is bad,” she murmured. Everyone looked at her, and Anantari continued, “Whatever you see now, please keep this secret.” Everyone stared in confusion, but then nodded. Anantari smiled, closed her eyes, and began to chant. A pale blue-white light appeared. Anantari’s body shifted into a white tiger. It had been a very long time since she’d taken her animal form. The three people there flinched in shock and fear.

It was a lonely path I had walked for so long and that one person that was supposed to join me was slipping out of my hands. Alex ran his hands through his messy hair and tried to hold me afterward. I shifted back allowing his hands to embrace the empty air. “I still want you Anny, you don’t have to mind what you saw,” he was sounding so foolish to me. What level of arrogance for him to still want me as his mate? Tears littered my eyes and I couldn’t hold back a drop of it which I instantly wiped off with the back of my hand. I scoffed as I sniffed back the stream of tears battling to be revealed to the world through my face.

Laner is short and stalky, his braided Mohawk popular amongst the ladies. Wade is 7 and 1, and Laner is 6 and 2. Wade has won more fights, but mostly by tap out. Laner's have been knock out each time he's won. He has the muscle, he's just gotta think before he reacts. The fight starts, and Tate goes from standing up to sitting down. Relaxing in my chair I rest my arm along the back of hers and watch her. I could care less about the fight. It's her I'm more fascinated with. Staring at her makes my heart race, and my dick hard. Finding someone who knows this world, who shares the common hot headed temper that I do. It undoes me.

“Right? In anime, muscles don’t translate to power. The MC could be the most normal-looking and unassuming person and still beat a roid head into a pulp. In anime, strength comes from things other than body frame; things like Chakra or Reiatsu. Kind of like Neo in the Matrix. It’s also worth noting that the average age of an MCU character is 42.6 while that of an anime character is between high school age and...” Kate is happy to see Terra being comfortable with himself. She smiles contently because of all the free food but also the fact that Terra doesn’t care anymore when he geeks out. She doesn’t always understand what he’s talking about, whether in person or on his YT channel, but she’s

he asks softly, running his hand along the side of my face. “I don’t think so,” I sigh. I try to readjust my position and gasp at the searing pain that instantly blooms in my knee. My head falls back and I squeeze my eyes shut. “Oh fuck that hurts,” I breathe. Daniel grips my hand tightly. “I’m sorry Ana, I wish I could take the pain away,” he mutters. “I thought mates could do that,” I grit out. He sighs. “Fully bonded mates can. A mark isn’t quite enough to take away this much pain.”

I furrowed my brow and shook my head. "No, Nekane. I'm the Reaper Queen and a Death Goddess. I will not run and hide, I will fight and destroy my enemy," I decreed as I called my scythe and felt the black smoke roll across my flesh making a black cloak. I was a kick ass female reaper and Nekane nodded his head doing what I'd done. We were awesome together and I held his hand as we vanished to reap his brother.

I need a sounding board. Vampires are unable to produce children, so Nikka, a cat shifter, mothers the entire clan. She's amazing and I've seen her get between two fighting bears three times her size and put them in their place. She bows to no one and she is also the last person you want to be on the outs with. For such a gentle woman, she is fierce when push comes to shove.