Antique Bakery Anime Novels & Stories

The morning light spilled softly through the corridor where Anana and Elia stood. Anana leaned close slowly, her voice a whisper of mischief. “Elia, do you know,” she began, her lips curving in a secret smile, “that the sweetest bread in the whole Crimson Blood Pack comes from the Master’s oven himself? Golden crust, soft as clouds, and sweet enough to make you forget your name.” Elia’s eyes widened like a child hearing a fairytale. “Really?” she gasped. “The sweetest in the whole pack?”

out.The next thing that happens catches me off guard. “Ah". I scream but it comes out gurgled.Adrian pulls my tongue harder and I his arm to make him let go of it but he doesn't budge. My eyes dart to Annalia and Mariquita but they are smiling, they are not even making an attempt to help me. I give them a look that says “Help” but they just shrug their shoulders.I'm about to give Adrian a pleading look and then my saviour arrives. “Let go of her tongue Adrian or you are not getting any of these pastries". I hear Matteo's voice from behind me. “Ah come on". Adrian gives a sign of disapproval but still let's go of my tongue and then wipes off his fingers on my top. “You are an idiot". I say a

"Honey, you are going to have to call me Edith if you don't want to call me mom." She blushed and bit into her delicious pastry. "This is good mom. Did you bake it?" "No Barbara Annette did." Barbara Annette inclined her head in Ashleigh's direction. "Barbara Annette has her own bakery shop and is a real pastry chef." Another woman scowled playfully. "I still make the best berry cobbler." Barbara Annette bristled. "That is not an authentic cobbler." The women bickered back and forth while Ashleigh watched and ate her pastry. She drank a glass of milk and then helped to crack about a hundred eggs.

Looking up at the sign that read, Absolute Monaku. I almost breathed a sigh of relief. I had been here before. Probably not to enjoy their many tea flavors. The one time I visited the four walls of the tea shop, it had been to gather herbs for a particular spell but I had to admit that their banana oat bread was something to kill for. It made Satake more of an interesting persona and there were a lot of things I didn't know about this enigma of a man. "Yeah," I said. " Their oat bread is to die for."

June didn’t think; she just grabbed a heavy rolling pin and swung, cracking it against a soldier’s helmet. "Dante! Get up!" she yelled, pulling at his arm. He kicked the last soldier away and grabbed June, and for a second, they held onto each other in the middle of the lurching room. The floor tilted; the whole bakery was getting pulled upward. "June, look—your arm!" Dante pointed. Her old gray scar glowed gold and hot, not a mark anymore—more like a compass, lines of light all pointing straight below the oven. "There’s something under us," June said, voice trembling. "Not just the bakery—something ancient."

As she made her way through the same parts she walked through months ago while Dylan stayed back after she insisted, Zoe stumbled upon the same bakery from months ago, with its beautiful vintage windows still as inviting as ever, and the scent of fresh bread mingling with the crisp air. As she opened the door and stepped inside, a bell jingled softly at the top of the door, announcing her arrival. She instantly approached the counter where the same elderly baker stood in the same spot, with her white apron dusted in flour, while selling bread to the people that were in line before her, waiting to buy. Zoe waited patiently till every single person before and behind her was gone, before she fi

“Auntie, I want to make Grandpa Ben’s favorite cake for his funeral.” Humming, Aunt Elizabeth nodded. “Order what you need on the Anemone accounts.” Then she chuckled, “It looks like the Wild Anemone will be a bakery sooner than we planned.” “Auntie…” “Oh, pish posh, let an old woman dream…” * * *

she retorts. I roll my eyes. “I wish I had a boring life,” I mutter under my breath. My eyes snap to the door when Logan suddenly walks in, two massive rabbits in his hand. He goes straight to the kitchen where he starts cleaning them. “Oh god he’s making more of that red paste,” I groan, my nose wrinkling in disgust. “Red paste?” Diana echoes. “Stop complaining Luciana or I will spoon-feed it to you,” Logan growls and I purse my lips in annoyance.

It was definitely something they’d finish faster if they divided the work. “I said I wanted to be back for dinner, but we’re not in a rush.” Her Master added, as if he’d read her thoughts. Ayla had no way to know it was only due to a promise made to a certain someone. *** Their fourth stop was a small bakery, where a still sleepy woman was cleaning her hands and taking out the ingredients to start working in the first hours of the morning. Julian sniffed at the smell. “Should we materialize later and get some bread?”

“At least we won’t worry about college.” “It’s nothing”. Andrei waved it away. “Lucy’s my friend so I think she deserves it. Did you bake the cake?”. “Yes”. She smiled. “I own a bakery shop.” “I was wondering if you could make 1000 chocolate cookies and 500 doughnuts? Make that 1000 doughnuts.” Andrei inquired.