Aoi Zaizen Novels & Stories

Then it happened. The mate bond snapped into place like a lightning strike—wild, burning, undeniable. A wave of raw energy pulsed between us. My heart pounded, and I could feel his heartbeat echoing mine. Our auras flared—mine soft blue, his blazing gold—and they tangled in a brilliant, shimmering dance. I gasped and pressed a hand to my chest. “Ryu...” He was already on his feet, closing the distance. His hands found mine—warm, solid, grounding. “You feel it too?”

But that's only what he thought. "What do you want to buy?" Aoi asked with a grumpy face as he stood beside Vivian in between the supermarket. Vivian looked at him "Do you not like me? "Man, you're dumb-- That's why!" He slipped his hands into his hoodie pockets. "Then, teach me." Vivian moved closer to him. "Teach you what?" He looked into her eyes. "Everything that needs to be learned. I want to learn everything a Japanese girl should know. Style, makeup, presentation--"

Zen pressed his lips into a thin line. “What did these two children even do to deserve this kind of treatment,” Zen mumbles under his breath. “Why am I even caring about the second one it’s just like one of the others who used to be one of the things for sir” Zen mumbles removing 4 eggs out of the freezer along with the boneless meat out. Placing it on the counter “Oji-san?” Koishi stood in the middle of the street in the bright daylight as the smile spreads across the face of Zen.

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.

“I think that animal must have followed us for two years, Jide. I don’t know how, but I have this strong impression that it was destined to give you that scroll. And yet you despise its sacrifice? Show some a little respect for the dead.” Jide pursed his lips, “Okay, I think you are right.” He closed his eyes and started humming. “What are you doing?” “Respecting the dead of course,” Jide said, “are we not going to observe a minute silence? Maybe we can bury the Zebra afterward then we can find its mother and pay tributes.”

That showed that Aizu had outstanding talents. The truth was that Aizu had two Perfect grade Elemental Affinities and a Perfect grade Magic Talent, and in their whole promotion, she was considered one of the more talented students. Of course, those two elements were light and fire; Aizu had trained both of them, but she had better success with the light element and thought only to show that one.

"Suffer? Oh, dear Lisa, you still don’t see the bigger picture. Ace is not just a pawn; he’s the key. His mind, his blood—they hold the secrets to unlocking power you can’t even imagine." Lisa's breath caught in her throat. "What are you talking about?" Evelyn's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. "The *Sopor Veritas*—it’s not just a plant, Lisa. It’s a doorway. When combined with the right elements, it can unlock the deepest recesses of the human mind, tapping into the power that lies dormant in all of us. Ace is special. He’s always been special, and with him, I can harness that power."

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.

Seeing a trained assassin be into gardening honestly wouldn't be the weirdest thing I had seen. Ace let out a breathy chuckle, a tendril of brown and blond hair curling over his forehead in the process, "Not exactly." I pouted my lower lip, distracted by Ace's hair for a short moment. It had to be soft but I wanted to make sure by threading my fingers through it — I wanted to pet the lion without him hopefully seeing me as his next meal. "Then what's the monkshood for?" I forced my mind to get back on track.

“Zeus has enemies everywhere. They will target anyone that stands close to him, and if they think you'll be of any worth, they'll use you." “Use me? Against him?” My voice cracked, and I hated how vulnerable it sounded. Haizer didn't respond. We pulled up to the Avante Pavilion, all sleek glass and quiet elegance. I grabbed the bag I'd packed—fresh fruit, oranges and apples, Aofie's favorites, and a new book about knights and dragons. He devoured those stories, dreaming of heroes slaying beasts. Haizer quietly walked beside me, all the way to Aofie's room. He was sitting up in bed, his small frame looking stronger than the last time I'd seen him.