Aoi Kanzaki Novels & Stories

“I know it sounds impossible, but… I was given a second chance. The Moon Goddess sent me back. She said it wasn’t my time yet.” Osiris, who had been staring, frozen, suddenly steps forward, his expression twisted with anger and something else—something deeper, heavier. “You stupid, reckless fucking—” Without another word, his fist flies out, connecting with Zane’s jaw in a quick, hard hit. Zane staggers back, wincing, but he doesn’t fight back. I move to step between them, but Zane raises a hand, signaling for me to stay back. Osiris glares at him, his fists clenched, eyes bright with barely contained emotion.

Her skin was starting to heat up again, a dangerous, erratic reaction to the environmental shock, and I knew with terrifying certainty that if we didn't get out of this gale within minutes, her god-like power would explode outward just to keep her warm. Just as my knees buckled from sheer exhaustion, Kazan’s massive hand shot out through the whiteout, catching my arm and violently hauling me against his chest to keep me from collapsing into the snow. He didn't speak—he couldn't waste the breath—but he pointed his chin toward a deep, vertical fissure cutting into the canyon wall to our right. At first glance, it looked like nothing more than a pitch-black crack in the stone, but as I leaned c

"The Supermen." Dennis placed his right hand on the top of his desk and immediately, a green light ran through the glass and his palm. "Clearance approved," the AI announced and a section of the top slid open to bring up a black manila folder. He passed it to Megan. Project Olympus. That was the title on the folder. Opening it, Megan discovered that it was a collection of detailed information on Jay, Adolf and Kei: their physiological stats, power description and stats, even their medical history. Everything had been documented in details.

They all wore their Kimonos. "If you do not mind me asking, why are you not dressed in modern outfit?" I asked genuinely curious. "Anniversary of our ancestors," Akane answered proudly. "So how long have you been with Damien?" Azumi, the eldest of the three daughters and also the boldest. "Azumi!" Akane said in dismay. I smiled. "Not long but it feels like a while," I said. "And how many of his exes have you fought off?" Azumi asked with glee.

"Like I'm a pawn for you to control?! I didn't sign up for this costume party to be an errand boy! I have my own reasons for being here, and I'm no attack mage! You got beefy over there take him instead!!!" He said, pointing at the large framed figure on the throne. " Kanchi Asobi is a Holy Shoutorin artist. He doesn't fight anymore!!!" The figure snapped back at him. The figure walked over to the candelabra and dripped his blood over it once more.

Visitors to the Sydney Aquarium leisurely flow around them, busy contemplating marine predators. - Not at all! Let's ask that Japanese with a camera over there, if you don't believe me. Mister, hello… tell me, is the girl beautiful? The Japanese smiles, nods, listens attentively: - Canesna, kasavita! Both are tart! And he takes a picture - Louis and Keith hugging against the background of a blue glass tunnel and fish floating in the water column. “Foul play,” Kitsune snorts. He is from Japan and I have big eyes and red hair. Of course, for him it is already beautiful. Wow! Look, look over there, what a fish!

"It is the other way round, my good friend. These children were killed unjustly. And like the Osu, their blood is crying for vengeance." "I see," Kachi nodded and a wicked smile began to appear on the weather-beaten lips, "you would stir up that anger and use it to your advantage" "Who am I." Bozo laughed, glad that the man had gotten the point, "Behold I am the weapon of the gods." "This is fascinating. You are indeed great, my lord." Kachi dipped his heel on the side of his Ostrich and the animal started down the hill. The men below saluted but he wasn't paying attention as he started raining out instructions. They have found their fighting spot.

And in Takuto’s case, that threat had a name. Aoi-chan. The quiet girl with the twin braids and the Hello Kitty backpack. While the rest of the children had been hoarding cookies and sweet buns, Aoi had been playing a different game—hoarding yogurt pouches. Not just any yogurt pouches. The fancy kind. The squeezable, mess-free, ultra-portable kind with cartoon fruit characters and adorable resealable caps. The kind most moms only packed on Fridays or after dentist appointments. Takuto had noticed.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

“Indeed he is. But what can I say, Saki has such peculiar tastes.” Kao’s gaze lingered on me, dragging to where my scent gland was hidden beneath my collar. I took a step back, fisting my shaking hands. Eden smiled, but there was something about it that raised my hairs. He seemed almost deadly. “Well, regardless, I hope we can be friends, Asai.” He said on a purr, “I'm about to join this family, and so are. And, you're the closest thing to another omega in this house.” He stepped out of Kao’s embrace to lean up on his toes and peck me. “Let's look out for each other, yeah?”