Anohana Novels & Stories

It was the most cliche of cliche romance story plot, but it happened in reality, which somehow made Kiriya and Nana feel speechless for some reason, but depending on how the future plot, this kind of romance story was quite interesting. "Cough! Cough!" Monica then coughed to gather their attention and introduced the beautiful girl beside him. "Let me introduce her, she's my classmate, her name is..." "My name is Sunohara Nana, nice to meet you." Nana introduced herself with a gyaru style and saluted cutely toward everyone. "I have heard that Monica is going to visit a club so I came to visit too, is that alright?"

Not steam (actual eruption). A pillar of crimson water shoots fifty feet high, and riding it like a surfboard is a twelve-foot-tall oni princess in full kabuto armor, horns polished to mirrors, carrying a kanabo the size of a redwood. The fireworks stop mid-bloom. Every mortal on the lake suddenly remembers they left the stove on at home. The oni princess plants her club in the lakebed and the water parts around her like it’s scared. Princess Akane (voice like a war drum):

But the tears weren't sapphire; they were a shimmering, iridescent violet. "Then let it burn. We’re the anchor now," Nomo said, and he felt a sudden, rhythmic surge. It wasn't his heartbeat, and it wasn't hers. It was something new. A deep, tectonic thrum that started in the center of their joined hands and radiated outward through their bodies.

And the moment they did, Mona knew. He knew something was wrong. She quickly plastered a smile across her face. "Hey." Kane didn't smile. He walked toward her, pulled out the chair opposite hers, and sat down. "What's wrong, princess?" The sincerity in his voice almost broke her. Mona looked away. "I've been thinking." "About?" She swallowed. "Did you know vanilla comes from the actual butt of an animal?" Kane stared at her. Mona gave him a tiny smile.

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

Her body in that sheer lace dress was driving me out of my mind. I zoomed in on the photo, my thumb tracing the outline of her waist, her broad hips, and the soft curves she was so eager to hide from the world. The lace was so transparent that I could see right through the dark fabric. But as I enlarged the image near the top of her chest, my breath hitched. Right above the sheer lace, nestled near the curve of her left breast, was a small, delicate tattoo of a dark red wildflower.

The remnants of light in her eyes are disappearing. Knowing that she won’t be fighting him, he cuts away the ropes on her body. He mumbles with a deep voice, “You remember me, Hana.” “Yes,” She replies timidly. “Oppa.” He lays her down on the floor washed with Kim Min Seo’s blood. It soaks her clothes. “The colour of blood is the most suitable for you.” Ahn Hana closes her eyes, letting him cut away her clothes with a knife one by one. She knows that she will be killed if she struggles against him. A single tear rolls down on her cheek.

His wings stretched back out behind him without him seeming to have moved a muscle at all and Megan marvelled again at their nature. "We are?" Dennis had a pleasant smile on his face. "Well, that's great." He turned to Megan with a whisper, "You're going to love watching this, Miss Months. I assure you." Adolf urged them a couple of steps backwards and as soon as they complied, an electric whirr resounded through the field with Olympus's AI voice coming up over some seemly invisible speakers in the area. "Ready to commence training sequence," it said. "Please confirm your identity whenever you're ready."

I hear a voice in my head tell me to brace myself. “Brace myself for what mom” I ask. Puzzled, my mom looked at me and suddenly, a vision came to me. A little girl about 8 years old, with red hair, falling to the ground. She turned to face me regaining her balance on one knee. With her head still down, and her arms holding her abdomen, she raised her head in defiance. Eyes blue as the sky, I could see rage in them. The air around her seemed to implode into her, building and inhaling the energy around her until I could see an iridescent haze surrounding her like a halo.

Hearing the soft whispers and the hearts that bares the original doom and salvation of the worlds, HE smiles as HE declares. “The promise maiden, the holder of the truth, light and good. Owner of the dreaming void and a princess of time, Ai Sakura Shinohara.” Bewildered and in frozen from all of the truth and information, her tears fall seeing the two crowns, yet the original them, as HE finishes with the words. “The first Adam, and once a deity in his own accord, chosen by the flame of Leo that holds the seven flames of existence. The prince and her knight, Raiden Cross.”